Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Ava
T he question isn’t lost on me. What am I going to do with you? I wonder about that myself all the time. It’s moments like these I feel confused the most. I'm pissed because he treats me like his property, but I’m turned on by him wanting to control me.
A surge of electricity runs through me. I don’t understand it, but I crave it. How can I hate and love his desire to control me? He takes a step back. I see the lust pouring out of him as he stares.
“You look so fucking beautiful.” His voice makes my skin tingle. He walks over to my dresser and opens the drawer, which perks my ears since I can’t see what he’s doing. “I'm going to show you my world, baby girl.” He returns holding a long, black silk sock. He covers my eyes, instantly heightening my other senses. “Take a moment to think about what you’ve done wrong.”
His footsteps announce he’s heading for the door.
Where the hell is he going?
When the door to my room opens and closes, it is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The air is cold, and it makes my nipples hard. I try to pull my arms free, but the restraints won’t give. Heat builds inside me. I crave his touch.
Finally, the door opens and footsteps once again trickle into my ears.
“Good girl, you haven’t moved.” He sounds smug. I prick my ear when it sounds like he places something on my nightstand. “Where should I start?”
“Viktor—”
“Have I given you permission to speak?” His voice is deep and throaty.
“No,” I say sulkily.
“Let’s go over the rules. You’re to not speak unless spoken to. If you want to stop at any time, just say stop.” His breath is near me. “Is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. I’ll never do anything to hurt you. I’m only going to give you pleasure.”
The bed dips. His body is radiating heat. I feel his lips on mine. His kiss is sweet, even tender. He softly bites my bottom lip and continues down to my neck. The temperature of the bedroom is increasing rapidly. My body is screaming to be touched. But the only touching I’m receiving is the soft bites, and it’s not enough.
“Please,” I beg.
“If you don’t obey me, I have to discipline you.” His tongue begins to lick down to my breasts.
“Hmm…” I moan.
“Are you going to give me everything I want?”
“Anything.” His warm breath hovers over my breast.
“Should I lick your nipples or spread your legs and taste how wet you are for me?”
“Yes, please,” I whisper. I don’t care which one he does. I just need him.
His mouth covers one breast, then the other, and then his hand traces them. He slowly caresses one nipple while he bites the other. The pain is pleasurable, and I arch my back forward because I want to feel more of him. But the more I try to get closer, the farther away he feels. He chuckles, making my body vibrate.
“Bad girl.” He gets off the bed, and I whimper in objection. “Patience is a virtue, baby girl. Perhaps next time, you’ll do as I order, and then you’ll get exactly what you want when you want it. Now you get what I’m willing to give.”
My bed dips at the foot. His hands caress my legs. I’m overwhelmed, and the man has barely done a thing to me. He raises my legs, and before I can imagine what he’s going to do, I feel the warmth of his tongue. He isn’t gentle or kind. He’s showing me he’s in control. He calls the shots and does what he wants with me. His fingers dig into my hip as his mouth devours me.
I want to grip the sheets. It’s too much. The more I moan, the harder he sucks. His mouth leaves me right when I’m at the edge. I want to cry in desperation, but his lips find mine. He kisses me. I taste my arousal on him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted. My desire for him is deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. I want him to do whatever pleases him. I want him to claim every inch of me as his. He deepens the kiss as he slides two of his fingers inside me. I move my body, trying to get more friction. I need more.
“Are you going to do as you’re told?” He whispers, leaving my lips. I moan in pleasure. “Should I stop?” There is a teasing edge in his voice.
“No,” I breathe out. He takes my blindfold off. I’m staring at his beautiful hazel eyes. He slides his fingers out.
“I’m not quite convinced yet.” His fingers linger in my opening. Sliding up and down like a brush.
“Please, Viktor.”
“Please, what?” A tip of one finger teases.
“I’m going to do whatever you tell me to do,” I say softly, desperate for his touch.
In one motion, he slides two fingers inside and starts kissing me again. I want to touch him, feel his skin. I try to move my arms but the restraints make it impossible. He increases his speed, and I find myself at the edge again. I’m ready to release and give in to anything he wants.
“Viktor,” I scream as I’m overtaken by my orgasm. I think he’s going to stop and let me catch my breath, but I quickly realize he isn’t going to.
“The night is just beginning, baby girl.”
He moves back down to my legs and licks me dry. I stare as I see him savoring me. It’s so hot. He circles my clit, which is now throbbing with his tongue. He uses enough pressure to draw moans from me. I want to grip the sheets, grab him, find something to keep me grounded, but he has other plans. I push my head back and close my eyes, trying to keep it together. But it’s so much. This is so intense.
“Viktor,” I moan.
“You are fucking mine. You aren’t going anywhere.” His voice vibrates, throwing me over the edge. “You taste so sweet.” I try to catch my breath.
He walks to the head of the bed, unties one hand, and then walks around to untie the other. After getting back in bed, he flips me onto my stomach. His hand positions me on all fours. Viktor slowly slides inside me and it’s sweet torture. When he’s fully inside, he holds me by the neck and presses me against his chest making him go deeper.
“You need to accept that I will always have the last word, and you will do as you’re told,” he whispers in my ear. It makes me shudder.
He starts to move slowly in and out. He tightens his grip on my neck slightly. It’s a sensation, so foreign but feels so good. I hold on to his thighs, my nails digging into his skin. This makes him increase his speed. He thrusts hard until the bedroom is filled with the sound of our bodies connecting.
“Come,” he orders. My body responds to his command. “Fuck,” he growls as he follows. He holds me tighter and presses my head to his ear. “You are mine.” He says it like I didn’t know already—it’s a fact.
Right now, I don’t know how much time has passed. I can barely keep my eyes open. Every single kiss and the pleasures replay in my head. He did things to my body I’ve never imagined possible. He took me through a rollercoaster of sensations. Cold, hot, soft, hard, and rough. I’m exhausted beyond reason. But I want more—no scratch that I need more. In his arms, I feel alive. Tonight, our whatever this is reached another level. I want to be his in all the ways possible. Now I know I’ll never belong to anyone else.
“You did good, baby girl.” He says pulling the sheets over me. He gently kisses my lips. Then he turns and leaves.
How am I supposed to leave when our arrangement is up? I’ve fallen in love with a man who will never truly be mine, despite me being his. He’s everything I never imagined wanting. Viktor Manarch is rooted so deep inside of me. I can’t imagine a life without him. He might tell me I’m not going anywhere, but I know it will come to an end. A man like him isn’t built to settle down, especially with a woman like me. I’m so fucked.
Whichever way this plays out, I will be on the losing side.