I opened my mouth to protest, but far quicker than I’d have expected he’d pulled me into him and pressed our mouths together, silencing all my protests and thoughts in an explosion of heat and desire.
“Obey me and I promise you’ll enjoy this,” he whispered as he pulled away again. I sighed, feeling so mixed, my body and mind seemingly at war with each other. How could he be so composed all the time when I felt like a wreck?
Eventually I nodded.
“Good, girl,” he said, pulling me in for a cuddle as he stood again. Mitka jumped to the bar stool once more, well trained enough to realise he was being left with the jackets for a second time.
Konstantine took my hand in his and led me into the throng, the mass of bodies seeming to divide perfectly before him, his face dark, serious, no one wanting to get in his way.
As soon as we were in a spot he liked, he stopped and once more pulled me into his embrace. His hands wandered immediately, feeling for my pussy.
He groaned as his fingers brushed my lips and the wetness that was building for a second time.
“Oh, good God, Nadenka. Where are your panties?”
“You ruined them so I threw them away,” I replied, knowing I sounded like a petulant child and not caring.
“No, Nadenka. You ruined them.”
“But-”
His finger cut off my protest.
“No. You are in control, not me. Do you not see? I’m offering you choices. It’s up to you what happens.”
“What if I don’t like any of my options?” I asked.
“We both know you do. Or you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t have come back to find me that second night, would you? And you wouldn’t have come back onto the dance floor with me now.” He paused and I felt a chill run up my spine. He was right. I’d followed him and done as he’d asked already. No one had forced me to.
“You want this. You want to find out what it’s like to let me do as I please with you. I’ll take you home whenever you’ve had enough. We’ll even make it our safe phrase, if you like. Take me home. Anytime you’ve had enough, Nadenka. Otherwise, your body belongs to me now.”
Our eyes met as I considered the phrase. Take me home. It almost made me smile. But I didn’t say it. Didn’t even consider uttering those three simple words. No, he was right, my body was his and I knew it.
Seeming to understand, he tilted my chin up and kissed me again, his lips firm against mine, claiming me as his words had just done. I shuddered against him, the entire club forgotten.
As he pulled away, it all came flooding back—the noise, the people—and suddenly it seemed harsher, glaring, and unpleasant.
“Now. No more noise and maybe I’ll let you orgasm as well this time.”
I nodded, not daring to even speak my agreement. I’d do my best.
“Good,” he said, a smirk appearing on his face as one hand moved up my back to entwine in my hair, holding my head where we could see each other as we continued to dance together. Barely a second later, his other hand plunged between my legs again, taking me by surprise as he pushed directly for my opening.
More than a little wet, there was no resistance as the force drove him into my depths.
I clamped my mouth shut on the primal noises that threatened to come out of me, a half-scream, half-moan at the sudden claiming.
“Better,” he replied as his thumb slowly stroked up to my clit and his fingers slid in and out agonisingly slowly. The smug, satisfied grin never left his face as he made me hotter and hotter painstakingly slowly and kept his eyes on my face so he’d know the second I disobeyed him.
It was the most exquisite way to be tortured.
Bit by bit I came closer to an orgasm, the slow circles his thumb made around my clit becoming my sole focus and desire. But once more, right before I could fall from my precipice into the oblivion of bliss, he stopped and took his entire hand away. I suddenly felt empty, bereft and so frustrated I wanted to scream at him and beat my fists against his chest.
Instead I bit my lip until I was sure it would bleed and closed my eyes, unable to cope with the intense look he gave me. For a moment I shuddered within his grip, unable to do anything else. There were so many words I wanted to say, most of them various ways I could beg him to fuck me, but I managed to keep them all to myself.
The feel of his fingers undoing his zipper and freeing himself again made me stir and look at him. His eyes were more glazed, no longer focused on my face but my breasts instead as he freed his hardness and pulled me closer to keep others from seeing anything.
Anticipation tightened me even further until I thought I’d never be able to open up fully again. Somehow finding the patience, I waited as we writhed to the beat together, our movements stimulating him far more than me.
Soon he was panting, but I didn’t have to wait much longer. His hands slid to my thighs and ass, lifting me to his waist once more.
I held onto him as his cock pressed against my entrance, and then he was inside and filling me completely.
It was almost more than I could handle, but the back and forth of our bodies soon slipped into a rhythm and allowed me a moment to concentrate on the music before he was overwhelming my senses once again.
Thrust after thrust and beat after beat the pleasure built.
“Come for me now, princess,” he whispered in my ear. I couldn’t have disobeyed if I’d wanted to, my body finally hitting the peak. Pleasure so intense tore through me in waves, each one making me moan before I could even think to stop it. Before I was done I felt him explode, his body once more pumping out cum on me and in me.
As he lowered me to the ground again, I noticed some of the dancers around us kept glancing in our direction. If they didn’t know what we’d just done they must have a fairly good idea.
“I thought I told you to be silent,” he whispered in my ear, holding me close. Despite the quiet way he spoke I could hear the edge of a threat. Normally when people threatened me I wanted to resist, to do anything to thwart them, but I felt my legs involuntarily tighten over my pussy, turned on by what he might do to punish me.
“What are you going to do about it?” I found myself asking, looking at him as innocently as I dared. He chuckled, evidently not buying the look.
“You’ll see.”
Taking my hand again, he led me back to the bar, but neither of us sat.
“One last drink and then we’re leaving,” he said. “I can’t do anymore of what I want here. Not until you’ve learned a few things.”
I raised my eyebrows, wondering if he was referring to my inability to stay silent or something else entirely. Either way, I knew I was eager to find out.
Copying his movements, I downed another shot, and then he held out my jacket and donned his own. With Mitka safely stowed on his shoulders again, we left.
“Where are we going?” I asked, knowing where I hoped it would be.
“You’ll see,” he replied, but something about his face made me wonder. I’d thought he’d want to take me back to his. But did he have other plans? There was only one way I was going to find out.
01:08am
All I could do was sit and wait as Konstantine drove, taking us out of Moscow and somewhere unknown. I’d already got over my disappointment that we weren’t heading toward his apartment, but I had no clue where we were going instead.
The winding roads took us north, past some of the larger houses Moscow could boast and then into the country, yet still we carried on. Next, Konstantine drove down a tiny track, out in the middle of nowhere.
He brought the car to a stop in a small clearing by the river and once again helped me out of the car. I noticed the peacefulness first, the sound of crickets and lapping water louder than anything else. It was a wonderful sound after being in the city for so long. Just nature and animals.
For a moment we both stood there, his arms around my back, keeping me warm while my eyes adjusted to the starlit scene.
As Konstantine gen
tly moved and tugged me to the left, I looked in that direction and noticed a small structure. A hut stood on one of the few firm sections of ground.
Once I was closer I noticed that it had been repaired recently. Fresh wood merged with older pieces along the front wall. A brand new door stood at the front beside a bench, also recently repaired.
The smell of freshly cut wood lingered in the air now I’d reached a more sheltered spot.
Konstantine pushed the door open like he owned the place and took me inside. A small bedlike area had been made at one end with furs and cushions. Unlit candles dotted the interior and a large black bag sat in the middle of the floor.
Raising my eyebrows, I stopped just inside as Konstantine pulled a lighter from a pocket and began lighting the candles, doing it deliberately, like he was in no hurry but knew the best order as well, light slowly warming the inside of the room.
With the door shut once more it felt a little cosier, but colder than I’d have hoped.
Almost as if reading my mind, Konstantine finished lighting the last candle and went to the bag. I hadn’t noticed the small camping heater on the other side of it.
“This won’t run for long, but it will warm the building for long enough,” he said as he set it going.
As he came to me I was struck with a thought. This had taken some planning. He’d known we would come here. And probably tonight. Had he really known how both I and my father were going to react to everything, or had he merely hoped?
Studying him for a moment, I tried to work out which, but he was unreadable. If this was planned and he’d known how I’d react then I had been well played. He deserved this either way.
As he slipped his hands around me, his eyes locked on my face. A shudder rippled up my spine, both of apprehension and desire. What did he plan to do to me? Would I get any say in it, or would I have to do as I was told?
“Do you remember our safe word?” he asked.
I gulped but nodded.
“Say it, so I know for sure.”
“Take me home,” I replied, wanting anything but. This seemed to satisfy him, however. He nodded and slid my jacket off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
“Stand still and let me strip you. I want every inch of you vulnerable, uncovered and available to do with as I please.”
Once more I shivered, but not because of the temperature. His husky voice seemed to claim me as much as his actions did.
Bit by bit he eased fabric off me, doing exactly as he’d just said until I stood, my body exposed, not sure what to do with my hands.
As his eyes roved, lingering on my breasts before moving lower and gazing at my pussy, I felt my cheeks glowing more red.
“You’re covered in my cum,” he said.
Instantly I blushed more.
“It’s almost perfect.”
“Almost?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes, but don’t worry, by the time I let you out of here every inch of you will be completely perfect. Exactly the way I want it.”
He stepped closer, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I sucked in my breath at the innocent contact after such intimate looks and actions.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
I nodded without thinking.
“Good. Then go lie on the bed. Front down.”
Feeling my breath catch in my throat once more, I walked away from him and towards the comfy section of the small cabin.
Keeping my legs closed and already wondering if he was staring at my backside, I knelt at the end and then crawled forward until I was stretched out, the soft furs feeling warm against my bare skin.
“Arms above your head, wrists together,” he said, commanding, making it clear he expected me to obey.
I didn’t disappoint.
As I heard the sound of the bag being unzipped I wanted to look and see what he was getting out, but I didn’t think curiosity would go down well, especially when he’d asked me to lie like this.
Instead I waited, hearing clanking and the sound of several sharp snaps. I gulped. All my relationships in the past had been mostly vanilla, but it was clear that wasn’t what Konstantine wanted from me. Could I truly let him dominate me any way he pleased?
But I already knew the answer. With each new sound and every thought of what he might do to me I grew wetter and wetter. I wanted this.
It took all my self-control to keep still as I heard his boots tread closer on the wooden floor, bringing whatever he’d chosen along with him.
Kneeling down, I felt him straddle my upper legs, pining me beneath him. A moment later I felt him place fabric over my eyes and block out what little I could see of the cabin. Without thinking, I gasped.
He ignored my exclamation and I felt him slide something around each wrist in turn, smooth yet cold, like leather, but the sound of clinking metal followed it, until he let them go, the two now joined.
“Comfortable?” he asked. I nodded, not sure I dared to speak. “Good, but you’re not quite ready yet.”
He got up, leaving my skin cold and missing his touch everywhere he’d been.
For a moment I could only listen as he wandered around, the sound of more chains rattling following his movements. My ankles were his next targets, but instead of bringing them together as he’d done my wrists, he bound them in leather separately and pulled each one apart.
If anything could have made me feel even more vulnerable and exposed, it was this, my legs spread, every inch of my backside and pussy no doubt now on full display.
“Much better,” he said, almost purring his words.
I shivered, anticipation filling my head with all sorts of possible scenarios now he had me where he wanted.
“Now. Time for your lesson. I may have asked you to be silent in the club, but out here no one is going to hear you scream, so feel free to do so.
“Scream?” I asked, gulping. He chuckled, the sound dark, making me shiver again.
“Perhaps. We’ll see, princess. I’m pretty sure no one has ever done anything like this to you before, but I think a part of you is going to enjoy being taught a lesson.” I heard him come closer, almost as if he’d kneeled beside me. “What do you think?”
“I...” the words wouldn’t come out, my brain freezing at the thought of being made to scream.
“And now you’re quiet. If only you were earlier,” he said, the tip of something cold touching one butt cheek as he said the last couple of words. It moved in slow circles as he carried on. “But don’t worry, princess. You won’t be silent soon.”
For a moment nothing else happened, but then he pulled it back and flicked it back in place, the sting as the small swatch connected with my bare skin making me hiss. He did it four more times on various sections of my ass before he stopped.
“How was that, princess? Bearable?”
I nodded, wondering whether that would please him or not. Despite the pain, I’d become more and more turned on and I knew he’d be able to see the wetness as it coated me.
“Perhaps a little harder then. After all, we want you to beg for mercy sometime in the next hour, don’t we?”
We do? I exhaled, no words coming out, but before I could even imagine how much more painful it might be he smacked me again, this time far harder. The sting didn’t just catch my attention and make me wince, but explode across my senses, the fiery tingle continuing on as he ran the whip in small circles over each assaulted spot.
When he did it for a fourth time I heard myself whimper.
“Better. Now we’re getting somewhere,” he said before doing it twice more in quick succession. “Let’s keep going, shall we? Perhaps you can learn to obey me in future.”
As he slowly worked his way across my buttocks, the fire spread until I could barely keep still, a hot mess, both hurting and hungry for something to follow until I squirmed.
“Keep still,” he suddenly commanded, landing a smack that rang in my ears and made me cry out at the same time.
Shock gave him his wish even if I’d wanted to disobey.
“Now, princess. Tell me... are you going to do as I tell you from now on?”
“Yes,” I managed to squeak out.
“You’ll stay silent, even when you orgasm for me?”
“If that’s what you want,” I replied, knowing I’d struggle.
“And you’ll please me?”
I’ll try, I thought, my mouth freezing over the words. Another fierce smack caught me off guard and made me squeak. Repeating the question, his voice grew more firm. Evidently hesitation wasn’t allowed.
“Yes,” I said, not daring to say anything else.
“And you remember our safe words?” he asked.
“I do.”
“Good. Then enough for now. I think you’ve held up wonderfully, princess. Especially for your very first lesson.” He almost purred his words again as I heard the whip clatter to the ground and felt him kneel behind me, between my legs.
As his hands reached out and ran across my burning skin I whimpered, almost speaking the words he’d given me. It hurt so much, but at the same time I wanted to hold out, to keep him happy and to have him pleased with me. But above all, I wanted him to fuck me. I knew he’d be hard. No part of me needed to see to know that much.
“You’re a perfect colour, princess. And I think it’s time for a little reward. Don’t you?”
“Please,” I replied, eager. He chuckled but didn’t respond, his fingers still stroking and reminding me of the pain I’d taken already.
His hands slowly moved towards the centre and lower, making me moan for more than one reason. As he slid his hand between my legs, I felt my body buck upwards, so eager to feel him against my opening that I didn’t care how much it hurt. Again he laughed and grabbed a cheek to keep me still.
I hissed in pain briefly, wondering what sort of reward this was meant to be until he plunged two fingers of the other hand deep inside me.
“Ssshhh. Quiet now,” he said. “Let me have all of you. But silent. Show me what you’ve learned as I give you your reward.”
Shivering in anticipation, I nodded and bit down on my lip. I’d stay quiet for him. I had to.
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