“You always think I’m asking, pet.” He gave my ass a smack. “Obey me now.”

To be bound and helpless with this man? How could I want that so much?

I had to feign hesitation as I crossed my wrists behind my back. I kept them there for him to wrap with leather cuffs. They were attached to each other, trapping my arms in place.

An instant later, cool leather met my throat; I startled, but he’d already stretched a collar around my neck.

Collar and keep you. The leather in the front dipped down to a V, reaching the hollow above my sternum. The interior was lined with what felt like cushiony silk. As he buckled it in place, I shivered.

He attached another strap of leather to the cuffs, pulling upward. What would he—

Click.

He’d connected the cuffs to the back of the collar. When I tried to move my arms, I felt a definite tug at my throat, which—I could admit—only added to my dark thrill.

Without a word, he lifted me, depositing me on the bed. I shifted onto my side to watch him stride back to the wardrobe.

He returned with a black drawstring bag, a ball gag—and a bottle of oil. “Facedown, Natalya. I’m going to gag you, then open you up. Just as you described for me when we first got here.”

He wanted anal sex? Now? “Sevastyan, you can’t.” I maneuvered myself to my knees. As horny as I was, and as curious as I’d been . . . “You’re too angry. You’re going to hurt me.”

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With silky menace, he said, “I won’t hurt you—not like you did me when you ran.”

“Will you just listen for a second?”

He tossed the gear to the bed and seized my upper arms. “Submit to me!” He crushed me against his body, my ni**les raking the cloth of his shirt. He kissed my neck again, his hands descending to grip the cheeks of my ass. He ground me against his pulsing cock—until the idea of him taking my ass didn’t fill me with alarm.

It filled me with need.

He released me, grating, “Open your mouth for me.” He held up the ball gag before my widened eyes.

I could have clenched my jaw; I could have screamed at him. Instead, I found myself parting my lips.

“That’s it, milaya. Now look at me when you lick it.”

Lick? When I gazed up at him and swiped my tongue over the ball, his lids went heavy with satisfaction. So I did it again.

He rubbed the moisture over my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth, then fitted the ball between my teeth. While I tried to get used to the foreign sensation, he fastened the straps behind my head.

Though I’d been gagged, collared, and bound—he wasn’t through with the gear. He moved me to lie on my front, then began pulling something else up my legs. Whatever had been in the drawstring bag?

I thought I felt more straps. These didn’t seem to be leather—more like . . . elastic? He shimmied them past my calves and knees, then higher, until one hugged each of my upper thighs.

What is this? What could it be? God, the curiosity . . . Maybe it was another dildo like the one he’d used at the club?

When he secured a third strap around my waist, I felt something spongy between my legs. I realized what it was with the first vibration—one of those wearable, remote-control vibrators.

Fitting it snugly over my clit, he turned it on at a frustratingly low speed. “You’ll enjoy this.” The sensation made me moan against my gag. “But not too much.” He set it to pulse on for a brief period, then off for much longer, then on again at that slow, slow speed.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

This was really about to happen? Could I actually do this? If I was honest with myself, I’d admit that I trusted him to keep me safe, to take care not to hurt me. Hands still locked behind my back, I made my way to my knees.

“I want you facedown.” I heard him stripping behind me.

He could have positioned me to receive him, but he seemed determined to make me participate, to submit at every opportunity. Did he assume my aching horniness would compel me to obey him?

If so, he was right.

Heart racing, I leaned forward to rest my forehead against the bed, leaving my ass up in the air. That vibrator came back on, making my hips roll.

“You always get what you want, don’t you? But I hadn’t given you your way in this.”

He pressed the backs of his hands against my inner thighs. “Spread your legs.”

My mind whispered, Step off the trestle, just as he commanded, “Submit to me, milaya.” I couldn’t resist both my will and his.

The anticipation of what he was about to do to me was maddening. The mere idea of this act . . . with him . . .

When I worked my knees wider, I felt the head of his c**k brush along the back of one of my thighs, leaving a distinct trail of dampness. How badly he must want this!

“Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

I had to nod.

“Good.” He slapped my bottom again, but this time his palm was wet. With oil? He drizzled a line along my crevice.

When I felt drops trickling directly over his target, the gag muffled another moan. He grazed his forefinger up and down, scarcely making contact with that needy part of me.

Each pass of his finger, he applied a tiny bit more pressure. As the vibrator fired up again, continuing its slow assault on my clit, he pressed hard enough to breach me, just barely.

My groan of frustration made him hiss in a breath. “My greedy girl wants more?”

I nodded my head against the bed, arching my back. The vibrator stopped, and I wanted to cry. By this point, I would have begged him to f**k me there.




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