Chapter 16 Anton
ANTON
“It’s two in the morning. What are you doing up?”
I was reading in bed when my bedroom door opened slowly. Instinctively, I reached for the gun in my nightstand, but then I saw a flash of her red hair as she poked her head in and I relaxed.
She’s standing there in one of my shirts that’s just barely hanging on her body, her long red hair is tousled, casually hanging around her shoulders in oddly sensual waves. Just seeing her wakes up the sleeping giant in my boxers.
She steps into the room coyly. “I couldn’t sleep. The storm and sleeping in a new place…” She pauses, her eyes roaming over my impossibly large bed… then to my bare chest. She looks away quickly.
“I saw your light was on,” she said. “I thought maybe we could talk?”
I set my book down. “Talk? About what?”
She shrugs innocently, truly living up to the nickname I’ve given her. Her innocence is so raw that it almost seems like it’s an act.
“I thought we agreed we’d remain platonic.”
“Who said anything about that?” she asks. “I really just want to talk to you. Or maybe just… I don’t know, waste a little time? I just don’t want to sleep in my own bed tonight, Anton.”
I narrow my eyes at her. Her coy defiance is interesting… but my resolve is still strong. “Go back to your room, Natalya. We can talk in the morning.”
She stands there and I can see signs of indecision on her face. Then she stiffens her chin and says, “No.”
“No?”
She lifts her chin with determination. “No. It’s too freaky in that room right now and I don’t want to go back there.”
My cock is awake now. This display of bratty behavior is different… intriguing. “Are you openly defying me, Devushka?” Her face flushes as I call her that. “You’d better think that through before you push it any further.”
She walks all the way into the room and sits on the corner of my bed. “What are you reading?”
All right. She wants to make this hard. “I’m not going to ask you again.”
“I already told you,” she says. “I’m not going back in there. So you’ll just have to entertain me, won’t you?”
A smile flutters at the corner of her mouth. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I get out of bed and walk to the door. Not tonight. I meant what I said at dinner. “Out,” I say, opening the door.
She looks me up and down briefly, then stands up and walks to the door… and shuts it. “Make me.”
I chuckle. “You are tempting me in the wrong way, Natalya,” I say to her. “I am as skilled in pain as I am in pleasure. Are you willing to find that out tonight?”
She stares at me and for a moment, I think she’s going to back down. She doesn’t, however. Instead, she says, “You know, no one will know what happens with the shades drawn and the door closed. We’re alone in this house.”
“I told you I won’t lie to my men.”
“Okay, so, then don’t. I thought you were king of this Bratva. A king doesn’t have to explain anything to his men that he doesn’t want to.”
Unbelievable. I have a mind to pick her up and toss her out on her ass… and if she weren’t making me so fucking hot, I might’ve.
“If you want me to tuck you in tonight, Little One,” I say, closing the gap between us.
Her breath gets shallow as I tower over her.
“I’ll oblige you.” She reaches for me, her hand moving to my boxers.
I bat it away. “You think you can just take your toy without paying the price for your bratty behavior first? I don’t think so. ”
She’s looking up at me, her sapphire eyes shaking with excitement and fear. “So, you’re just going to deny me? Really?” she asks in a small voice. Damn, she’s getting me so hard right now.
“Take off the shirt.”
She starts unbuttoning the shirt. I walk away, going to my trunk of toys in the far corner of the room. I pull out rope, my riding crop, and some clothespins. “Keep your panties on and get on the bed.”
I don’t hear her move, so I add, “I can make it worse if you continue defying me, Devushka.”
I hear her move across the room and when I turn around, she’s lying on the bed topless, resting on her elbows. Her eyes are trained on the items in my hand. She bites her lip with trepidation.
“Remember, my dear,” I say to her as I set the rope and riding crop down on my nightstand. “You are still in control.”
She nods and her face relaxes as she looks up at me. She’s locked in.
I lean in with the clothespins. She lifts her mouth to kiss me, but I pull away. “Kisses are for good girls,” I whisper, then I slide a clothespin around her right nipple, clamping it down and pinching it. She winces and utters a soft, shuddery moan. I clip the other nipple and her eyes roll back.
“Your tits are sensitive, aren’t they?” I croon. She leans back, taking shallow breaths as she arches her back. “Naughty little girl.”
I get the rope and position her legs so that her heels meet her thighs, then I start tying them in place. “Your pussy deserves a little attention tonight,” I tell her as I pull the ropes down and secure them in knots on the sides of the bed. Her legs spread open from the force of the pull.
“But first, I need to teach you how to mind me,” I say, getting the riding crop.
I run it down the center of her chest as she takes quick, excited breaths.
“When I tell you to do something…” I raise the crop quickly and bring the leather down across her right breast. The skin ripples and turns red as a surprised gasp leaps from her throat.
“You do it.” I slap her other breast with the crop. I bring it up to her face, caressing her cheek. She’s arching her back, her bottom lip shaking.
“You don’t get to demand anything from me.” I slide the crop down again, over her flushed chest and between her red-streaked breasts, down over her navel. I stop it right between her legs, slowly rubbing the spot where her clit is. Even with the crop, I can feel it pressing against the thin fabric.
“Do you understand me, Natalya?”
In a small voice, she says, “Yes.”
I give her clit a short slap with the crop and she twists, moaning and grabbing the comforter. “Louder.”
“Yes,” she says louder. I slap her clit again and this time, her back arches and a high, squeaking sound escapes her.
“Yes… what?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says desperately. “Yes, Daddy.”
She’s got her eyes closed and I see tears start to streak down her cheeks. “Natalya?” I ask. “Are you all right? Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she says quickly. “No, please, don’t stop. Punish me, Daddy.”
I slap her clit again and this time, her hips raise up as she curses. “Fuck…”
Again she moans louder, her breaths short and shallow. “I won’t… I won’t defy you again, Daddy.”
Every time she calls me Daddy, a chill races up my spine and my dick gets all the harder. I rest the crop on her clit as her legs shake against her binds. “That’s my sweet girl.”
All I want to do is fuck her, but I have to hold back. I’m not done with her punishment.
I set the crop aside and go for the knife in my nightstand. She sees the blade and her eyes widen. “What… what are you doing?”
I don’t say anything. I pull the side of her lacy white panties out and slice through the fabric, cutting them off her. “You won’t need these again tonight.”
She’s exposed to me, her perfect pussy with rose colored lips surrounded by the crimson down of her pubic hair. Her clit is engorged, red and swelling, calling to me under the glistening sheen of her juices. She’s so wet and ready she can barely stand it. Her hips squirm with anticipation.
I lean in and kiss the space between her breasts, removing the clips. My tongue circles them and she moans, her rock-hard nipples so sensitive against my flicks.
Down her body, I kiss her, tasting her sweet skin until my tongue is wrapped around her swollen clit, circling around and around. Her thighs shake against her bonds.
“Wait,” she says. “I’m… I’m gonna… it’s happening too fast… wait…”
I’m not stopping. I’m not planning on stopping. Oh, my dearest girl, that’s the point. I want you to come on my tongue over and over again. I want to hear you begging for my cock.
With a deep gasp, her hips press against my face and she grabs my hair.
“Oh, fuck!” I hold her hips as she comes, still restrained in the ropes.
I suck on her swollen clit, riding the waves of her orgasm until her body starts to shiver uncontrollably.
And when I feel her body start to calm, I apply pressure to start her up again.
Once… twice… On the third rise of her shaking hips, I taste a sudden splash of cum from her pussy. I lick it up, every sweet drop of her forbidden honey as her moans get deeper, more passionate.
And then, I stop. I lift up to see a soft sheen of sweat on her face, neck and chest. Her face is flushed as she looks up at me, blue eyes spinning. “Very, very good,” I say as I take my knife and cut her free from the ropes. “You take punishment well.”
She slides her hands over her pussy, her fingers gingerly rubbing her rosy lips and circling her clit. She beckons me with her eyes. “Can I have my toy now, Daddy?”
I smile at her. She’s so fucking perfect. I take off my boxers, then I take her hands by the wrists and pin them down over her head.
“Your pussy,” I moan as I enter her. “Your sweet… tight… pussy… is mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours, Daddy,” she says roughly as I feel her tightening around my cock. “It’s so big… I’m… I’m going to explode…” She’s already too excited. I stop, releasing her hands and placing my fingers on her soft lips.
“Not yet, baby,” I whisper. “Hold it back for me. Don’t let it go until I tell you.”
I start to fuck her slowly and whisper, “That’s it. Breathe, baby.” She relaxes into it. Her arms embrace me, nails start to dig into my back.
“Daddy,” she murmurs. “I’m yours. I’m all yours…”
I kiss her and that long dead piece of me lights up. She lifts her thighs and moves with me, giving me deeper access…
I’m close. I’m so close. I start to speed up and she bites my lip.
“Devushka,” I moan. “Are you ready to come? You wanna come for me, baby?”
“Yes, yes. Please, Daddy.”
My own climax swells up inside me. As I start to explode, I command her. “Come… oh, fuck…”
Together, we crash, her shaking thighs against my hips as I fill her up. And when I feel like I’m empty, I just kiss her, enjoying this warm feeling inside her.
I’ve been dozing with Natalya in my arms, listening to the storm outside. She sleeps soundly against my chest, the fear of the storm far, far away. Every time I look down at her, I wonder what the hell I’m doing.
She feels like mine. Everything about this moment feels like she belongs right here, sleeping peacefully in my arms. I don’t understand what’s happening.
The sex is the best I’ve had in years. She bends to me willingly, trusting me with herself completely… and she has absolutely no reason to. In fact, she’s got every reason not to trust me. Is this real? Or is this just a product of the situation?
We’ve been brought together by circumstance. What happens when those circumstances change? What happens when it’s all over and she’s free to leave whenever she likes?
When I was younger, I thought like most men tend to. That the power of my sex could keep a woman by my side. Fuck her really good and she’ll stay forever. That’s the mindset.
I’m older now, though, and I know how wholly untrue that can be. In a relationship, sex is only part of the thing that makes it work.
Is this a relationship? We don’t know each other all that well. I’m intrigued by her. I’m very attracted to her. Is she what I want?
My father had to face this same decision years ago.
He was as dedicated to this life as anyone I’ve ever known…
until he met a woman who didn’t want the same thing as him.
I’m long past the age of blaming her for taking him away.
I believe now that it’s as simple as his falling in love and choosing her over the life.
Even knowing that, I have always said that if it ever came down to it, I would choose the life.
Once, I thought I made that choice. I thought I’d already passed that test.
Now I wonder if I’m being tested again. How far is this thing with Natalya going to go before I have to choose?
I kiss Natalya on the top of her head. Sweet, succulent fruit scent invades my senses. Tonight, Devushka, you are mine. Completely. Tomorrow might bring bigger things, but right now, you are all mine…
And I fear I might be yours.
I close my eyes. Sleep finally starts to take me.