9. Chapter Nine #2
“You need to be punished again for how you acted. It doesn’t matter how upset you are. You never speak to me like you did today. And you could have died. You put yourself in danger.”
“To protect you!”
“I don’t need you to protect me. Now wait for me in our room. I’ll be there in a minute.”
It’s clear she wants to object but she finally nods and goes upstairs. I brace my hands on my knees and take in a few deep breaths, calming myself. I never want to punish Natalya when I’m angry. I know she was upset today so I can’t blame her for what happened or how she acted.
But she needs to learn that I am the one in charge here. That I know what is best for her.
I will take her pain away, like I always do.
Natalya
My body tingles when Mikhail steps into the room.
The uncertainty of what he’s going to do to me is making me strangely excited.
My mind is still distracted with thoughts of my sisters but I know there’s nothing I can do for them right now.
I have to hope that they’ll be ok until I can try to get them back in the future.
Mikhail walks over to me, looking powerful in his button down shirt and slacks. He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows which only makes him look more handsome if that was possible. I never knew forearms on a man could be so sexy.
“Take off your clothes.”
I know better than to object at this point. I acted out of line and now Mikhail is going to make me feel better. He is good at taking my pain away.
With shaky hands, I push my dress off my shoulders, feeling it pool around my feet. Goosebumps break out on my skin.
“Your bra and panties too. I want you naked.”
I do as he says. Mikhail’s eyes trace the movement of my hands as I push my bra off. He follows my hands down to my panties. With a hard swallow, I slide them down until I’m fully naked before him.
I stand up straight and wait for his next command. He eyes me over, not saying a word. It takes everything inside of me not to fidget.
“Lay on the bed.” His tone is soft but still in control.
A slow exhale escapes me as I lie down. Staring up at him while he’s fully clothed and I’m naked makes me feel even more vulnerable.
He could do whatever he wanted to me right now if he wanted.
But I trust him not to seriously hurt me.
My backside is still a little sore from a couple of days ago when he spanked me. I’m not sure how much more I can take.
Mikhail walks into the closet and comes out with silk ties in his hands. They’re a deep red color.
“I need you to trust me, baby. I am doing this for your own benefit. This is to teach you a lesson to never talk to me that way again and to never put yourself in danger. Not even to save me.”
I want to argue with him on that but I keep my mouth shut and nod. There’s no use arguing. Mikhail expects to get his way. He needs it. And in so many ways, I need it too.
His control allows me to let go and free me from the pain inside. The pain of losing my father. The pain of losing my sisters when I was so close to saving them. The pain of losing the home I’ve ever known.
He ties my wrists to the bed. It’s not tight but I can’t get out of them either.
“Trust me,” he restates as he ties my ankles to the bed as well but he pushes my legs up first so they’re in close to my body. He can see all of me. I know he’s touched me between my legs but having him see me so clearly makes me blush.
“So innocent,” he murmurs, running the back of his hand down my cheek.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask.
He doesn’t give me an answer as he goes into the closet. He comes back out with a vibrator in his hands.
“Have you ever used one before?” he asks, holding it up. It’s small and tiny. Cute almost.
“No.”
“I assumed but I just wanted to be sure. This can be a lot more powerful than my fingers. I’m going to make you come for me over and over until it hurts.
This will be your punishment. That pleasure can lead to pain.
I am doing this so you learn your lesson.
Never cuss at me. And never put yourself in danger like you did today. Is that understood?”
“Yes.” I blink back tears. Knowing he’s going to hurt me through pleasure is making my body do strange things. I’m both excited and terrified.
“Good. Now, relax and feel.” He turns the vibrator on and the sound of it makes me flinch. “Relax, baby.” His hand touches my stomach, easing me down into the bed.
“Mikhail,” I whisper, pulling on my ties.
“Stay still for me. I know you can do it.”
I force my body to stop moving. Once I do, he brings the vibrator between my legs but doesn’t touch me. I can feel the vibrations of it even from a distance.
“Mikhail,” I whine, though I’m not fully sure what I’m whining for. Whining for him to not hurt me? Or whining for him to start?
His eyes lock with mine right as he brings the vibrator to my nub. My hips arch up without me even thinking about it. The sensation of it is intense. Much more intense than his fingers.
He moves the vibrator around my clit, putting pressure and easing off over and over again. I begin to whimper. It’s already too much. Too strong. It doesn’t exactly feel good and yet, it also feels amazing.
“Mikhail.” I can’t help but tug at my wrist ties again.
“You have a beautiful body, baby,” he murmurs, running the vibrator all along my vulva, from my nub to my folds to my entrance. My hips keep bucking up, like I’m trying to get away from the feeling while also trying to get closer to it.
“Mikhail.”
“I love hearing you say my name, even though you are whining it.”
“It’s too much.”
“It’s a punishment, baby. What did you expect?” He presses the vibrator down hard on my nub. An intense flare of arousal runs through me. I can feel my wetness seeping out of me and coating my inner thighs.
“Please.”
“I won’t stop. Not until you come.”
But I’m not sure how I can come when it hurts so much.
Mikhail is silent as he runs it over and over and over my vulva. I can tell my nub is swollen and sensitive. It’s too much, much, much…
I gasp when my orgasm wracks through my body. My hips roll around, seeking more friction. Mikhail presses down harder with the vibrator until my body stops trembling.
He pulls it back and turns it off. “How do you feel?”
I sigh. “Tired. Spent.”
“Good. Again.” He turns the vibrator back on and presses it to my nub. I practically cry out from the pain of it, yet the pleasure is so good. It’s all confusing.
“What are you doing to me?” I whine, whipping my head around.
“You’re a ballerina, baby. You’re used to working through pain to achieve your desired outcome. You like the pain. Don’t tell me you don’t.”
“Please.”
“Come for me again and this will end. I promise you that and you’ll be forgiven for how you acted.”
A sob escapes my lips as tears leave the corner of my eyes. “Mikhail.” I pull at my ties but it’s useless. I’m not going anywhere.
“You know what you need to do, baby. So do it.”
His forceful command sends shivers straight to my core. I know I need to let go. I need to fully trust him to take care of me.
My hips undulate against the vibrator. Mikhail presses it down harder against my nub. The sensation is not a pleasant one because the vibrator is too intense but it also fills me with so much pleasure, I almost black out.
“Come for me,” he commands.
My hips buck up once more before my release washes over me again. I tremble, even harder this time. My legs flop to the side, despite the ties around my ankles.
“I can’t take anymore,” I gasp out. “Please.”
“Ok, baby. You’ve had enough.” He shuts the vibrator off and places it on the table. It’s still too close for my liking.
He sits back and eyes me over. “You are fucking delectable when you look like this. Tied to my bed. Tired after multiple orgasms. You look perfect.”
“Mikhail,” I whine again, though I’m not sure for what.
“I need you to do one more thing for me, baby. Before I untie you.” He props a pillow under my hips, lifting the spot between my legs closer to his face.
He places his hands on my stomach, fanning them out, and running them over my skin.
It feels so nice after the intensity of the vibrator.
“Do you like my touch more or the vibrators?”
“Yours,” I don’t hesitate to say.
“Good girl. Why?”
“Because your touch is human. The vibrator just… isn’t the same.”
He brings his palm down between my legs and cups me. I gasp. “You’re still wet, baby. So swollen. You’re little clit is tired, isn’t it?”
I nod.
“I can’t wait until I put my cock in you here,” he says, flicking his finger against my opening. My hips move up on instinct.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, running his fingers along my vulva. It’s much more pleasurable after what he just did to me. “One more thing for tonight. You’re going to come for me again but this time, it will be by my hand.”
“I’m not sure I can do it.”
“Yes, you can. I know you can. You’re still holding on to some stress. I need you to let it go. I need you to fully trust me to take care of you. To help you.”
I want so desperately for him to but it’s hard to trust. It’s hard when I’ve had to be the strong one for my sisters for so many years.
He rubs his palm against me. The sensation of his hand on me after the vibrator instantly makes me feel better. More warm. More natural. More intimate.
I gasp and pull at my ties, desperate to get closer to him. I’ve never seen Mikhail naked like he has seen me. I’ve never touched him like he has touched me.
“Mikhail,” I gasp out as my hips rock back and forth against his hand.
“Let go, baby. Let go.”
He presses his palm harder against my clit, giving me the friction I need.
I can’t hold it back any longer.
“Oh,” I gasp out as my third and last orgasm of the night hits me. It’s not as intense as the first two but its much better because it’s Mikhail’s hand giving it to me; not a sex toy.
He pulls his hand away with a smile. “You did good tonight. I’m proud of you.”
I sink into the mattress after he removes the ties from around my wrists and ankles. I don’t have any energy left. I’m not as stressed as I once was about my sisters. The worry is still there of course. No matter what Mikhail does, nothing will ever fully take it away.
But I’m not as scared. I can think more clearly now.
Mikhail slides into the bed behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “You are mine. Never put yourself in danger like that again.”
“Just promise me you’ll find a way to save my sisters.”
“I promise. I’ll find a way. But you have to promise not to do anything reckless again.” When I don’t say anything, he nudges me. “Natalya?”
“I promise,” I whisper, clutching the blankets in my hands. “I’ll follow your lead.”
The tension leaves his body. “Thank you. Now, get some rest. It was a long day. I’ll come up with a new plan tomorrow.”
Knowing I have to trust him, I do as he says and sleep soon takes over me.