Chapter 36 Just Another Tuesday #2
He anticipated the answer, because two fingers entered me with his palm pressed firmly against my swollen flesh, stroking inside me faster and faster—enough to quiver my knees.
“I’m a patient man, Katya. I won’t let you cum until I hear the full story.”
“He didn’t”—pant—“want anything right”—pant—“then…”
His hand slowed. “Did he say what he wanted later?”
“No—but he promised—it wouldn’t be too bad…”
A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. I could hear the smile. “Sergei doesn’t make promises, and it’s always bad. But that is my problem now, Kotik, don’t you worry. Did Misha stay with you or leave you alone?”
“He stayed… God Vitali, please…” I’d soaked his fingers, the desire smearing between my inner thighs.
“No. What else did Sergei do, because I’m certain he didn’t just send you home? He’s a bastard, so I want to know how pissed I am.”
I couldn’t… I didn’t want to tell him I saw…
Because of that, I wasn’t quick enough to answer, and he yanked my leash—hard—pulling me up with my back against his chest. The hand securing its length locked in across my ribs.
My unfortunate position opened up much better access for his delivery of the now frustratingly painful strokes.
The heated tremble surged in my belly. He knew, because he withdrew so close to my climax that I let out a pathetic whimper.
“Don’t try me, Kotik,” he said, but his breath was ragged, and his cock so hard between my legs I could feel the throb…
“He made—me drink,” I swallowed, “with him.”
He didn’t let go of me, but he withdrew and undid the belt that’d been rubbing my backside raw. The merciful zzziiiipp released his straining flesh against mine. His cock rested between my buttcheeks, smearing pre-cum on my lower back and sending me into the very depths of carnal despair.
“And?”
“Vitali—please!”
“You still don’t get the rules, so let me clarify.”
He shifted, and his cock positioned at my entrance. The dizzying heat made me forget about my soreness until that very moment, and the panic I’d set aside surged.
I couldn’t tell which Vitali held the leash anymore.
“If I ask you to stop—will you?” I asked hoarsely.
“Always, Kotik.”
The words unclenched my heart. I hadn’t realized just how afraid I was until I wasn’t.
He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Are you asking me to stop?”
“Please, please don’t…”
With that, he entered me with a deep groan. The first thrust was careful, but I still gave a strangled cry, the collar straining. My vision flashed and settled into different colors. He thrust again—harder—and I wasn’t sure I knew where I was.
The questions must have ended, or perhaps I’d gone deaf, because the only thing that existed was the collar slamming me back onto his cock, filling me, hurting me in the most thrilling way.
This couldn’t be sex—not just sex—I couldn’t fathom anyone else being so completely in control of all my senses.
He gave the leash slack and instead hooked two fingers on my lower lip, parting my mouth.
“Who is my little liar?” he growled.
“I—am—” I didn’t even know what I was saying. Any mindless variation of ‘yes, Sir’ would probably do. My head spun.
I slammed back down on the bed, and he was on top of me, palm pressed hard, but controlled, between my shoulder blades, thrusting—thrusting—
He pulled the collar back as he bent to my ear. “Fuck, Katya, I’ve thought about this for so long.”
He allowed me to cum only as his own breath took on an unbearable urgency, and he shuddered atop me as the surge gushed through my body. It was different with him inside me—more intense in a way that made it personal. For a moment, I was a part of him, and he was a part of me.
And then, complete stillness. We stayed like that, unmoving.
Then he bent down, kissing the back of my sweaty neck, then my shoulder, and gently pressed down on my cheeks to make me turn, uncomfortable as that was with the leash still on, and kissed me.
He didn’t undo my wrists before he brought a towel and cleaned me up. The metal clip on the collar clicked first, and then began untying my arms.
“You never answered my last question,” he said as his fingers worked. “What happened after he made you drink?”
I swore, but only in my head.
He hmm’d. “Let me give you a hint.”
“What?” I asked, dazed.
“You had a little movie date,” he said, and released my hands.
I spun to look at him, and there was that all-business expression. He already held a shirt in one hand and the leash in the other. It took me a second to spot the lock between his fingers, and another to realize he’d secured it on the iron railing of the bedframe.
“What?” I repeated and tried to sit up, but my hand was on the leash, and I came crashing down.
He never took the collar off.
Vitali pulled the shirt over his head and buckled his belt. He fastened his watch and glanced at the time.
“You knew…” I whispered, wide-eyed and still pantless.
“I talked to Misha earlier. But see, you told me you’d never lie to me and we had to test that,” he said, walking to the door. I scrambled off the bed, the leash in my hands and tried to gauge how long it was because none of this made sense.
“Vitali—what is this?” I demanded.
He stopped in the doorway. “You went where you’re not supposed to. So you’ve lost the privilege of leaving. Misha found a lead on Elena, so I’m going to meet him and you’re going to stay here.”
“You can’t!” I tugged the leash, then immediately dropped it, feeling for the back of the collar. Another lock across the steel links. “Vitali!”
“Be a good Kotik,” he said. “And think about what you did wrong.”
The bedroom door shut behind him.