by Julia Sykes
A second climax ripped through my body, and the fluttering of my inner muscles brought about his orgasm. I loved when we came together, my sex contracting with pleasure as the heat of his ecstasy filled me.
His body collapsed over mine, his comforting weight trapping me even more effectively than the twine around my wrists. His heat enfolded me in a soothing embrace. He kissed my neck and inhaled my scent, as though he was just as enraptured by me as I was by him.
I allowed myself to entertain the fantasy.
Chapter 15
I laid back on the bed and touched a tentative forefinger to my clit. Lingering memories of Dimitri’s sexual games in the stables made it throb almost painfully. He had reawakened my lust, but then immediately left me to take care of his business. I had been alone for over two days. My body felt like it was an eternity. I needed release, or I would go mad from loneliness and erotic frustration.
I gasped at the first pass of my fingertip over the hardened bud. It was the first time I had ever touched myself. It felt deliciously forbidden, which only heightened my desire. I rubbed in a slow circle, teasing around it as Dimitri had done to me countless times. Closing my eyes, I imagined he was the one touching me. His cruelly amused black eyes filled my mind. I pinched down and bit my lower lip against a whimper.
My fingers explored lower, dipping into the silky wetness that gathered on my lips. That evidence of my arousal always seemed to please Dimitri so much. I eased inside myself and sighed in relief at the feeling of being filled. When I found the sensitive spot at the front of my inner walls, I let out a little surprised cry. I hadn’t known I could do this to myself. It wasn’t the same as it was with Dimitri, but thinking of him while I stimulated myself helped alleviate the ache inside me.
“Is this what you do when I’m gone?” His voice was hard with disapproval.
My eyes snapped open, and I jerked my hand away from my pussy. His disapproval was written in the taut lines around his mouth.
“Dimitri! I… No. I’ve never…” I trailed off as he prowled toward me.
“So you expect me to believe you have never done this before?” He asked, his voice low and dangerous.
I shrank back. “No. I promise. I was… I missed you.”
He was only slightly appeased. Most of the angry tension in his expression remained. “I have to punish you now. Do you understand why?”
I shook my head. “I was thinking of you,” I tried to save myself. “I needed you, but you weren’t here.”
His eyes finally softened, and he tenderly traced the line of my jaw. “That is sweet, myshka. But I control your pleasure, not you. You must learn.”
“I didn’t know,” I pleaded, thinking of the cage in the next room. “Please don’t put me in there. I won’t do it again.”
“I won’t put you in the cage, pet. Now be quiet, or things will go worse for you.” He spoke gently, but it was an order nonetheless. I pressed my lips together in a show of desperate obedience. He gave me a soft, encouraging smile. “Spread your legs and wait for me.”
I complied immediately, and he disappeared into the dungeon room. He returned to me within minutes, laying out a series of unfamiliar devices on the bed beside me. I was distantly amazed that he could still surprise me after all he had done to me, but I was more focused on the first toy he selected.
Two purple plastic balls were connected by a short length of string. They rumbled when he moved them toward my pussy, something inside them making them vibrate. He pressed the first against my lower lips. I was still wet from touching myself, and Dimitri’s impending torture only got me hotter. I both dreaded and anticipated what he would do to me.
The balls breached me one after the other, settling deep inside me. The sensation wasn’t at all uncomfortable. Once I adjusted to the intrusion, I could barely even feel them.
I shrieked when cold metal pinched down on my right nipple. Ignoring my distress, Dimitri mercilessly secured the other. A light chain connected the clamps. He pulled up on it, and the cruel devices tightened at the increased tension. My back arched to alleviate the pressure. The movement caused the balls to bump inside me, making them vibrate against my g-spot. Pleasure flared in my pussy while pain assaulted my breasts.
My eyes rolled back in my head with a heavy groan as I surrendered to the sensation.
Dimitri slapped my breasts in quick succession, calling my attention back to him. He was frowning down at me.
“I am not finished with you yet.” He released the chain, easing some of the pressure on my nipples. “Get on your hands and knees. On the floor.”
“What?” I asked on a little shocked exhale. He had never demeaned me like that before.
His lips turned down further, and he slapped my breasts again. “Do not question your Master.”
My Master. I’m his slave. I reminded myself to summon up some of the disgust I should feel, but it was utterly absent. All I felt was perverse eagerness as I rolled off the bed and gingerly got on my hands and knees.
The chain attached to the heavy clamps swayed and the balls clicked together inside me, tormenting me in just the way I loved.
This isn’t such a bad punishment, I thought just before the frigid metal touched my asshole. I screamed and tried to scoot away, but Dimitri was prepared. He braced his arm below my hips, holding me firmly in place.
I turned my head back and watched helplessly as he pushed the small steel plug into me. Pain lanced through my bottom as my muscles protested the cold penetration, but Dimitri was relentless. The widest part pressed in with a small popping sensation, and I had no choice but to accept it.
Then I noticed the long length of chain attached to the base of the plug. Dimitri held it through the loop of leather attached to the end.
A leash. Mortification flushed my skin. Just like in the stables, he really was treating me as his pet.
“Dimitri...” I whined his name, but said nothing more. I knew nothing I could say would stop him. I had my safe words, but those were for pain. And while I was uncomfortable, the clamps and plug were far from unbearable.
“You will call me Master,” he said coolly. “That is what I am. That is what you want me to be. Tell me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, waiting for the shame to hit me. It didn’t come. “You’re my Master,” I said more loudly, searching for the humiliation I should feel. Nothing. Just the knowledge of absolute truth.
He simply nodded, as though it was a foregone conclusion. Then he crouched down beside me and lifted the chain attached to the nipple clamps.
“Open your mouth.”
I obeyed without a thought, and he slipped the chain between my lips. Knowing what he wanted, I pressed them together. I welcomed the makeshift gag. It vindicated me from the need to protest; a need that was utterly absent.
He stood and jerked on the leash. The plug pulled within me, and the first step I took made the balls bump against each other. The chain between my lips tugged on my nipples as my breasts swayed. The overwhelming carnal assault honed my focus solely on him. My gorgeous, perfect Master. The man who cared for me and gave me what I needed, even the dark things I secretly craved. Things I hadn’t even recognized before I met him.
He led me across the bedroom. Even though I couldn’t have resisted if I wanted to, I followed willingly. When we entered the dungeon, I didn’t hesitate. I trusted him to turn any pain he might give me into pleasure. That would please him. He was right all along: I was meant for him. We suited each other perfectly. Even before he took me, I must have recognized that somewhere deep in my soul. I had already made the decision to spend my forever with him. He had simply opened my eyes to what that really meant. This was true devotion. This was true love.
We finally came to a stop by the far wall of the dungeon. I glanced up to find him smiling softly. I returned it with ease.
“Kneel,” he commanded, giving the leash a little tug for emphasis.
I pushed up onto my knees. Everything shifted at t
he movement, and a sharp cry was trapped behind my pursed lips.
“Spread your legs and place your hands on your knees, palms-up.” He nodded with approval when I complied. “This is how you will greet me from now on.”
He took the chain and pulled it from my mouth. It swung down below my breasts, tormenting my trapped nipples. I breathed through the pain, and the sight of his satisfaction warmed me more than my burning lust for him.
“You like when I hurt you,” he announced. The way he cocked his head let me know he expected my affirmation.
“Yes.”
“You trust me.”
“Yes.”
“Then you will give up your safe words.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, hesitating. My safe words were all I had left.
“I do not want any barriers between us. You are mine. I want all of you.” His black eyes bored into mine. “If you love me, you will give me everything.”
In that moment, I thought I glimpsed a hint of vulnerability in his hard expression. He might not be able to love me, but he did value my happiness. And wasn’t that love, really? He might not know how to say the words or even understand the emotion, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel something.
He needed my love. I had known that for a long time. How could I deny him, to leave him bereft of all affection? His father had done that to him, and it had molded him into a monster. I brought out the best in him. My love brought out the only goodness he possessed.
“I will. I’ll give up my safe words,” I said with sudden intensity. “I’m yours.”
He beamed at me. “Then I have something for you.”
He reached up and retrieved a circle of silvery metal from a hook on the wall.
“What is it?” I asked, curious.
“Your collar. So everyone will know you are mine.”
Unease stirred, but I bowed my head in acquiescence. I belonged to him. If he wanted me to wear this to symbolize our relationship, then I would.
He pulled the circle of metal apart so that the gap between the ends was wide enough to fit around my neck. I kept my eyes fixed on his face, caught up in his beatific expression as he clasped it at my nape and secured it closed with a small silver padlock.
Then his deft fingers found the catch on my cross necklace and unhooked the clasp. I felt a small pang of loss as the pendant left my skin, the weight of it replaced by the thin silver collar that marked me as his. I caught my last glimpse of it, the sapphires winking in the low light of the dungeon before it disappeared into his pocket.
I stared up at him. He seemed to loom larger than ever, and I was small in his shadow. I would be entirely insignificant if it weren’t for the way he looked at me as though I was the most important thing in his world. He might be harsh with me, but he was ultimately benevolent, caring.
He was my new God.
“I love you,” I said with the fervor of a prayer.
He bared his perfect teeth in a triumphant grin.
Epilogue
Dimitri
One Month Later
All eyes riveted on my beautiful slave where she knelt beside me, wearing nothing but her pretty silver collar. I had chosen to call a meeting at a BDSM club in St. Petersburg for this very purpose. I wanted them to look, to see that I had absolute control over this stunning woman. Rumors of my weakness for her were spreading to through the Bratva. I needed to demonstrate that I held power over her, not the other way around.
After all, I had dared to abduct a young American girl and successfully keep her from her family’s relentless search. It was that kind of power that proved my worth as their new Pakhan.
“How much?” One of my associates dared to ask. He reached out to brush a hand through her golden hair.
“Touch her and I will break your fingers,” I warned coolly. “She’s not for sale.”
His hand stilled, hovering inches from her. His green eyes hardened, daring me to try. I returned his stare with icy calm. He backed off when he read his impending death in my steady gaze.
I turned my attention to the other men in the room, arching a challenging eyebrow. “Would anyone else like to try to take what’s mine?”
No one answered, and most of them averted their eyes, proving they weren’t all fools.
“I have other women for you to choose from,” I continued smoothly, addressing the man who tried to touch her. The lie rolled easily off my tongue. He wouldn’t live out the night after his brief show of defiance.
My slave stiffened at the mention of selling other women, but she kept her lips pressed in a thin line. She knew better than to speak out against me. She wouldn’t, because she truly loved me. I basked in the knowledge, feeling more powerful than ever. With her by my side, my success was assured.
I had plans for so much more than St. Petersburg. I would extend my control as far as London and New York. Within a few years, the worldwide factions of the Russian Mafia would no longer be autonomous. They would all answer to me as unquestioningly as the breathtaking slave at my feet. A careful balance of brutality and finesse would make them obedient to my will. Alicia had taught me that. It was a lesson I would never forget.
The End
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