Chapter 56
Chapter fifty-six
Alisa
“You fucked up, kitten,” Dmitri said, sadism alight in his eyes.
A shiver ran up my spine. Before I could even process the darkness growing around him, his huge hands jerked my wrists together.
He reached for the bedside drawer, while easily restraining my wrists with only one of his hands. My heart hammered when he produced a long piece of rope.
“When I tell you to do something…” He looped the rope around my wrists, and tightened them with a single rough motion. “You do it.”
I groaned. The combination of the friction against my wrists and the dominating manner he spoke to me brought me even closer to the pinnacle. I tried to rub my thighs together, but the metal spreader bar made the effort futile.
Dmitri paused and grabbed my face in his hands. “You come when I tell you to. Not before.”
He let go of my head, and it fell back onto the mattress with a thunk.
“Or what?” I couldn’t resist saying.
I craved the darkness in his eyes, and I wanted to coax out more. To see how far I could push, and how he’d stretch my body to the limits in retribution.
“Don’t push me any farther, kitten.” Dmitri tilted his head as he stared down at me. “You can’t handle it.”
“You’re wrong,” I said.
I’d caught glimpses of the darkness he masked from me. I wanted to see all parts of him, not just the contained version he thought I could handle. I wanted him.
All of him.
I defiantly tried to bring my bound hands towards my waiting clit. With narrowed eyes, he slammed my hands down into the mattress.
“Fine, Alisa,” he said, a vein pulsing in his neck. “But if you can’t handle it, you tell me.”
“I won’t need to.”
A warm feeling pulsed in my chest as I stared up at him. I could push him until he snapped, but I knew that he’d never hurt me beyond my limit. I trusted him like I’d trusted no one before.
“Promise me,” he gritted out.
“I will…” I said honestly. But I couldn't resist adding in a sarcastic tone, “...sir.”
“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you,” he said, voice dark.
“Is that a promise?”
Lightning fast, he jerked the rope back, and I gasped as my bare body skidded up the bed. Dmitri wrapped the rope around the bedframe, leaving my limbs completely restrained.
He stood up, his muscular frame towering over me. As I stared up at his imposing form, I was suddenly aware of how naked and vulnerable I was while he was still completely clothed.
“Are you going to keep being a brat?” he asked, slowly circling the bed like a shark eyeing its prey.
“Well,” I said, unable to resist. “I can still move.”
While I couldn’t bring my legs together, the spreader bar wasn’t bound to the bed. I slowly raised my legs into the air to remind him of that.
His lips drew into a wicked smile. “That was on purpose.”
Dmitri lifted my legs back further, pressing backwards until the spreader bar was touching my bound wrists.
My inner walls clamped as I visualized how obscene I looked in this position.
My hands tied to the bedframe, my legs splayed backwards leaving my pussy completely open and vulnerable to whatever sadistic things Dmitri had in mind.
He placed a knee on the bed, his weight sinking the mattress.
“When I’m finished with you, we’ll see if you’ll be a good girl...” His fingers moved possessively up and down my clit like he owned it.
“Or keep fucking defying me.” He punctuated the word with a sharp smack on my vulnerable ass. The sting dug in and traveled straight to my core.
Dmitri raised his hand again, and pure sadism radiated off him. The sound of the next smack rang across the room. I arched upwards, the pain of it leaving me gasping.
“For the next few days,” he hissed. “Whenever you sit down, you’ll be reminded of what happens when you disobey me.” Dmitri’s hand lifted again, and landed another stinging slap on my opposite butt cheek.
I groaned as my inner walls clenched. It's like the sound set something off in him. His eyes were pure pupils as he harshly spanked my vulnerable ass over and over again.
When I was a writhing mess, his hand moved over my exposed pussy.
“Dripping for me while I punish you. Naughty girl.”
I opened my mouth, and he slapped my pussy. I choked on air, intense pleasure and pain intertwining into an intoxicating cocktail. I inhaled the pure dominance of him, the way he played with my body like it was putty.
Dmitri patted my smarting butt cheek, and I squirmed underneath him.
“I’m curious which makes you wetter: spanking your pussy or your ass.” He punctuated the words with another stinging smack on my clit.
Without warning, he drove two fingers into my soaking core. My mouth fell open, and I gasped as he shoved them in further with a violent thrust. When he curved his fingers inward, he slapped his free hand on my left butt cheek.
I was so wet that the sound of him driving his fingers in and out of me was completely obscene.
“Such a fucking whore,” he said picking up his pace.
His eyes darkened as he stared down at me. “My whore.”
Dmitri’s palm landed hard on my quivering core. I screamed as a wave of pleasure sent my vision white. My body jerked around like a marionette as the orgasm sent me flailing. His hand kept slapping against my clit as I soared higher into the orgasm.
When I finally came back down, my eyes fell to my pussy: red and dripping wet.
“How are you doing, Alisa?” Dmitri asked, his voice rough.
His eyes were searching mine, looking for a hint that I’d slipped back into that distant headspace from before. My heart melted a little at how he was taking care of me.
“Good,” I said, unable to hold back a smile.
“Do you want to keep going?”
There was an edge to Dmitri’s voice, and from the bulge in his pants, I could see the evidence of what he wanted. But if I said the word, he’d release me from the restraints without a word of complaint.
I could sense the darkness emanating off him, itching for a release. I wanted it to consume and suffocate all the thoughts in my head. I wanted to drag it into my skin, and scorch away all the anxieties and fears billowing at the edge.
I needed his darkness just as much as he needed to purge it.
“Don’t stop.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” His eyes were full of dark promise. “I don’t think I’ll ever be.”