Chapter 14 #2
“Zmeya,” she rasped, eyeing the chains and the cuffs I latched onto her ankles.
I pulled at them, checking to make sure they still allowed her movement.
I only wanted her pain to bear pleasure.
Rounding the bed, I grasped her arms, sliding my hands up until I gripped her wrists.
Using the handcuffs I kept attached to the headboard, I latched her wrists together, connecting them to the hook on the wall behind her head.
I knew I would not last long with them restrained above her.
Stepping back, I admired the scene before me. My Printsessa, bound in chains, squirming in need as she drenched my sheets. I looked at Cameron, nodding to my slacks as he moved to stand. “Watch, Printsessa. Watch what you have reduced me to.”
Cameron made his way behind me, slinking his hands around my waist, unbuttoning my slacks and sliding his hand into my pants as he squeezed my cock.
“How hard my cock gets at the sight of you. How I dream of the way you’ll milk my cum from me. Do you see now, Printsessa? How desperate I’ve become because of you?”
Cameron continued to stroke my cock, using one hand to edge me to release as his other began to slide my pants down my legs.
The rough callouses of his hands created friction as he loosened his fingers before squeezing tighter once more.
My pants hit the ground as I felt Cameron’s cock twitch against my arse cheeks, and a hiss escaped me as I felt his free hand spreading my bum and rim the hole I had never allowed anyone access to.
The feeling of forbidden desire ratcheted up as Lenochka’s eyes flared when she caught on to what he was doing.
Chills encompassed me as my body betrayed me, heating at the intrusion of Cameron's finger in my arsehole. The pressure of a second one entering me as his hand circled my hard length, pumping up and down, built tension and heat between us. My desire mounted to levels I had never felt as the possessive shadow filled my Lenochka’s eyes and she began to fight the restraints she had so trustingly allowed me to bind to her limbs tonight.
He gave me one more rough tug as he pressed in close behind me, thrusting his cock against my arse right as his fingers massaged a smooth path along my prostate. I barely kept myself from coming before I even sank into the heat of the girl who had captivated me for years.
Lenochka moaned, writhing on my sheets, and a flare of envy flickered in her eyes as she stared at the hands that weren't hers gripping and stroking my cock.
“I want to see you play, brother,” Cameron rasped into my ear, dropping my cock after one last pump and going back to his seat. “I want to see you fill her belly with cum as she bleeds on your cock. As you finally succumb, do it. For me.”
Crawling onto the bed, I leaned down into her chest. Dragging my nose along her throat, I bit my mark from earlier, making her moan as she attempted to rub her legs together, desperately searching for friction, something the chains prevented her from finding.
Gripping her hips, I positioned her how I wanted, angling them up just enough that her shoulders were pressed into the sheets.
She bowed her back, causing her arms to pull at the chains cuffing her to the bed as I made my way down her chest, biting her nipples and nipping at her ribs.
I forced her legs to spread even wider as I fit myself in between them, getting ready to devour her.
My obsession, my girl. The woman who would become my Queen if I had anything to do about it.
“Is this for me, Printsessa?” I asked as I slid my tongue into her heat, licking at her, edging her slowly towards release.
I nipped and sucked. Bit and licked. Her taste seared into my brain, binding itself into my soul.
The sweet, smoky taste of her cum hit the back of my throat.
“I could die down here, pretty girl, living between these thighs. A meal fit for a King.”
I continued to lick into her, squeezing her hips in warning as she writhed and bucked, preventing her from moving. Looking over at Cameron, I nodded at him to join in again. “Open your pretty little mouth, Printsessa, my brother deserves a treat.”
Cameron prowled up to her side, tugging his shirt off before straddling her chest. The movement caused her to bounce, forcing my face into her even deeper. Cameron’s slacks rubbed at her sides, making her release a wanton moan as he gripped her cheeks and turned her head toward him.
“Open that pretty mouth, Lenochka. I won’t tell you again.”
Opening her mouth, she licked her lips just as Cameron’s dick thrust inside, bottoming out as she gagged on his shaft.
He set a rapid pace, forcing her to hold back moans each time he hit the back of her throat.
A blush crept up Lenochka's throat as she fought against her own pleasure, trying not to come, failing to find more friction as I kept her hips pinned in place. Leaning down, I bit her clit, sending her arching off the bed, causing her to choke on Cameron’s cock as his pace faltered and he came down her throat.
Stepping back, Cameron once again became the silent observer—the part he loved best—and I crawled my way back up Audrey.
A thread of jealousy built as I watched another man’s cum dribble out of her lips.
Making my way to the cuffs locking her hands, I unlocked them, allowing her a minute of rest as I moved to adjust her legs, giving more length to the chains anchoring them to the bed.
Once I had them loosened enough, I pulled her up into a kneeling position, locking her ankles back in place as I grabbed for the chain linking her hands.
I yanked her arms above her head, attaching them to the hook in the ceiling.
“Still want more?” Checking for her response, I let out a breath of relief when she nodded her head.
I walked around, climbing back on the bed as I settled her back against me, kneeling behind her. I slid my hands down her body, pulling her hips back onto my cock. Her flushed skin sang a siren’s song to me as I showed her aroused state off to Cameron, who was once again watching from his chair.
“Remember, Printsessa, I want to hear your screams.” With one hand, I gripped my shaft, ploughing into her without giving her time to adjust. Her cunt felt like heaven, like finally coming home.
So wet and tight. So perfectly made for me.
“Squeeze my cock, Lenochka. I want you to drain the life out of me,” I rasped into her ear.
The lewd sounds of sex filled the air, and my pelvis thrust up causing my balls to slap her bum with each pump.
My hips moved in a relentless rhythm as I lost myself in the feel of her tight heat and her sweat-slicked skin on me.
Her inner walls tightened around me, sucking me in deeper as she barrelled toward her orgasm. Letting out a yell as her body trembled, Lenochka began to quiver as she attempted in vain to stave off her release.
“Harder. Harder, King.” She tried to meet me thrust for thrust but failed due to the chains restraining her. “I’m going to come,” she screamed, her cunt clamping down on my cock, refusing to let me go, as if her body was begging me to stay. “I’m coming. Aleks! I’m coming, King…King!”
Her pussy pulsed around me as she vaulted over the edge and into a release that had me losing control as well.
“Let go, Printsessa, I want you to soak these sheets.” Like she was waiting for permission, Lenochka drenched my cock, gushing out her release and nearly strangling me.“My needy little slut, squirting all over my cock. I knew you’d be a good girl for me.”
I groaned as I continued to pump into her, my pace faltering as I let go and filled her, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum into her cunt, knowing there would not ever be anyone else for me. Not now that she had finally given herself to me.
Lenochka fell back, going limp against me. Her eyes appeared sated, blissed out in the haze of post-coital bliss. I peered back at Cameron before nodding to the restraints, a silent request for him to free her.
As he unlocked her ankles, freeing her legs, I released the chains from the cuffs around her wrists.
The chains clanked together as they dangled from where they were hooked to the ceiling.
Her arms lifelessly dropped to her sides, and I curled her body into me.
Cameron came around with the key for her cuffs, the final restraint to set free, as I began to lay her down on top of me.
I glared at him—my best friend, my brother in everything but blood—and muttered, “Never again. Your cock won't come near her cunt. Ever. Again.” Anger still ran rampant through me at the thought of another man's cum touching her lips, painting her mouth, dripping over her freshly fucked skin.
“You’re fucked, brother. It took you long enough to see what everyone else did.
” Shaking his head, Cameron chuckled as he made his way out of the room.
I silently watched as Lenochka fell into sleep.
Watched as her breaths evened out and our combined cum seeped onto the sheets.
Shaking my head, I wrapped my arms around her, idly gliding my fingers through her cunt, sliding them through our combined release.
I pushed it back up into her as I quietly admitted a truth that I had been lying about, even to myself. “I’m fucked.”
Truly. Utterly. And beyond belief.
Lenochka was crazy if she ever thought she would get rid of me.
I turned to my side, positioning her so my thigh slid between her legs and my arm encircled her waist as her head burrowed into my chest. A feeling of peace settled into me. My fingers were still pushing my cum back up into her cunt, where it was always supposed to be.
I reluctantly relaxed into sleep, leaving my hand cupping her heat as my cock slid in between her arse cheeks. Yes, Lenochka is crazy if she truly thinks she will ever be rid of me.
Aleksandr’s Bed
22 May 2021
Cold hands sliding down my legs snapped me back to the present. I opened my eyes to a coyly grinning Lenochka staring back at me. Sitting up, I pulled her into me, adjusting her on my lap as I released a sigh into her hair. Her scent, a calming comfort I was rarely able to indulge.
“Why did you come here, Printsessa? And don’t tell me you needed a rough fuck. I know you better than that. You didn’t even try to run from us; instead, you showed up here willingly.”
She instinctively curled into my chest, burrowing her face into my neck.
And I knew whatever she was about to tell me, I wouldn’t like.
No one could claim this woman was warm. She had never been soft or sweet.
She had always reminded me of winter storms back home: devastating, stinging, and deadly.
There was a reason neither of us could stand each other at Prep.
Both rulers on our own, who would never bow at another’s feet.
Always needing to push and pull, twist and snap, until we had to restart and reset the board.
“We got our second trial, Aleks. And I learned what the others had to do to pass the first. It wasn't good, King.” Sitting up, she brushed her hair from her face, the white-blond strands that the Yates matriarch made her keep now revealing her natural raven-black roots growing in.
She cut a striking image with her pale skin and light lilac eyes, sleep-mussed hair, wearing my old hockey jersey with her panties peeking out underneath.
Audrey was a stunning sight, and tonight she appeared untouchable.
As she lounged on my lap, almost regally, she wiggled her arse back and forth over my cock.
I was flirting with a siren’s song, sparking fire in my blood.
“It was like you expected, my trials are more demanding than the rest. I must complete the trials we all have, plus the one given to me before Trial One officially began. The game is set to make me choose, in the worst way possible. Playing the game like nothing is amiss, but…” She trailed off, seeming lost in thought.
“Lenochka, look at me.” Gripping her chin, I angled her face toward me. “I will always help you. You call; I will come. Maybe this is a sign you should call an old friend, hmm?” I smirked down at her.
My mocking expression told her that I already knew that this ‘friend’ she had was the same one she had used to make me jealous when we attended Prep.
Which was laughable, because I might be the only one besides Lenochka who knew the true family tree behind Kellan vonBermere, the black sheep and estranged cousin of the vonBermere clan.
The prick had found it hilarious—the way she used him to goad me, always trying to make me pick a fight or stake a claim.
The joke was on him, though, because while Audrey paraded him around, acting like she was not affected by me, it was a well-known fact that she threatened every girl away from me.
Not that it ever truly bothered me. I loved all her possessive and jealous fits of rage, especially when she directed them at me.
Proving how even if she denied it, she had never truly tried to escape me.
“I haven’t seen him in over a year. He’s been weirdly quiet since he was exiled from the town after…you know,” she muttered, slitting her eyes, peeved that I knew Kellan was just a ploy to get one over on me. “I can put feelers out; it never hurts to have another person who can hack into codes.”
“I can tell him to come. Give me a day to pull some strings. He’ll be unable to refuse a summons if it comes from me.”
Tired of this conversation, I flipped her on her back. “Don’t worry, Printsessa, you will do what you must. Don’t be afraid to sharpen those claws or use your pointy little teeth. You’ll figure it out, even if you have to resort to calling me.”
I fell into her, pressing my weight onto the bed before rolling us over so that she was propped on my chest. Absently tracing the lines of her tattoo, as I thought of how we would outrun the truth this time—questioning which secrets were truly safe, and which ones were destined to destroy us when they got ripped out viciously from the graves they were hidden within during The Ludi this summer.
Sighing, I pressed a kiss to her head, burying my nose into her neck. It will never be enough, even having her here—like this.
She whispered into the silence between us as I began to close my eyes to rest, “Whatever it takes, Aleksandr. We do whatever it takes.”