BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  “What did he do to you?” I blurted, feeling insensitive after the question left my lips, and Dmitri’s face tightened from memories that obviously hurt. “If you don’t mind me asking. Sorry, I shouldn’t prod painful areas.”

  “No.” He sighed, squeezed me close to him. “It’s fine.” He paused, and the muscles in his jaw clenched. “I was an overweight kid, until I hit puberty and shot up eight inches over one spring and summer. Before my growth spurt, mom used to call me her ‘apple cheeked cutie.’ I hated that.” He chuckled. “Yuri worked away at my self esteem. It resulted in an intense fear of rejection I still carry. He invented new ways, constantly, to bully me and remind me daily I’d never be loved by anyone other than our parents. I was fat, worthless, stupid, ugly—oh, and that’s just the mild stuff. Once I towered over him, the bullying stopped. It took a few fights, but after I broke his nose he backed off.”

  “So you have a habit of doing that?” I couldn’t help but quip.

  He flashed me a surprised glance and laughed. “I’ll try to keep that side of me under wraps.”

  I shook my head, smoothed hair from his face. “No, don’t hide who you are, please. Share it with me.”

  He drew my fingers to his lips and kissed them. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For accepting me as I am.” He looked weary, tired. “For being my friend. You don’t know the shy, timid boy I was, but he’s still in here.” He tapped his chest. “And he and I are both grateful for you.”

  I took him in my arms then, hugged him close and stroked his broad back. “I’m grateful for you, too.” Then, in his ear, I whispered, “Would now be a bad time to ask about Astrid?”

  He hugged me tighter then drew back. “I thought she was the love of my life.” He gave a bitter scoff then. “Turned out I didn’t know her so well at all. Yuri said she was just using me for the money. I told him he was wrong. He dared me to prove it by getting her to sign a pre-nup.”

  He trailed off into silence, and I let the curiosity gnaw at me awhile before I asked, “What happened?”

  When he looked up again, I swore those brilliant green irises shone with unshed tears, but the light in the room was too muted to be sure. “Yuri went behind my back and told her about the pre-nup. Said I didn’t trust her, and encouraged her not to sign. He planned the whole thing with the sole intent to steal her love away. I didn’t find out until after he and Astrid moved in together.”

  I felt like someone had sucker punched me right in the heart. How could Yuri do such a thing to his own brother? Yes, he had NPD, and I knew that people with the disorder did lack empathy, but how could he willfully hurt someone time and time again. Now I could understand why Dmitri struggled to forgive and forget.

  I touched his face, stroked my fingers down his cheek. “Thank you for telling me, for confiding in me.”

  The look he gave me showed a glimpse of the timid boy still inside him. “You share secrets with the people you love, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I said, my heart bursting with joy and my eyes filling with tears. “Yes you do.”

  I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. Grabbing his face, I pulled his lips to mine for a deep, hungry kiss. I had missed his touch so much over this last week, but I hadn’t wanted to admit the longing to myself. Our tongues dueled, and I sighed against his velvety lips, as I pushed him down on the couch cushions.

  “Stay here tonight,” I murmured into our kiss.

  “Are you taking control then, Mistress?” he whispered against my mouth.

  “Yes,” I breathed, before I feathered kisses across his jaw.

  “I look forward to enjoying your dominant side,” he purred, before I plunged my tongue into his ear. Then he quickly called downstairs to Lewis, his driver, to give him the remainder of the evening off.

  He flung his trench coat to the floor and I tore his t-shirt off. Then I traced the ridge of his collar bone with my fingers, stroked the curve of his pecs. He tried to pull my pajama shirt from me, but I stopped him, wagging a finger in his face as I said, “Nuh-uh, not until I say. Now you’re my submissive, remember?”

  He smirked and tried to look demure. “Yes, of course, Mistress.”

  My palms molded to the plane of his stomach, enjoying the way his muscles tensed as my fingers moved lower. His stomach was flat, but it wasn’t washboard taut, and I was glad of that. I didn’t care for the overly carved abs look, which, to me, made it appear as if a person’s inner muscles oozed out of their skin. Dmitri was in shape, but not obsessive.

  I yanked his sweats off, urging him to hike his hips ups so I could slip the pants off his butt. He wore no briefs beneath, and his hardening cock grew stiffer as I exposed it. It’s impressive length slapped against the bottom of his belly before I curled my hand around the base.

  “How would you like your mistress to pleasure you?” I watched his face as I stroked the silky skin that sheathed rigid muscle.

  “Do whatever you want,” he groaned. “I’m your submissive tonight.”

  I dipped my head, flicking my tongue over one of his tiny nipples before I said, “Anything I want?”

  “Anything,” he growled as I bit the pebble-like tip hard.

  I wanted to tease him until he begged me to suck his cock. I wanted to taste and lick every inch of his honey golden skin. First, I lingered at his nipples, flicking my tongue over them while I took my hand from his erection. I tickled his scrotum with a light touch, used my knee to caress his stiff shaft, but I denied him my tight grip or mouth still.

  My mouth moved down his torso, and I inhaled the sweet, spicy scent of his cologne mixed with his own personal smell. A signature scent I’d come to love, and after he rose from bed, when I spent nights at his home, I’d press my nose to his pillow and inhale this scent, plus the clean, citrus fragrance of his hair. His skin tasted like spun sugar, but as beads of sweat broke out on his flesh, it took on a salty tang also.

  I flit my tongue across the bottom of his stomach in tiny licks, until he growled out, “Please, suck my cock, Mistress.”

  Then I stopped and straddled him, putting my hands on either side of his shoulders. “Don’t speak, don’t come, until I tell you to.”

  “But Mistress—”

  I pressed a finger to his lips, ceasing his protests, but he continued to thrash and growl as I once more licked, sucked, and bit my way back to his groin. He buried fingers into my hair, but I removed these, scolding him once more. “I suppose I’ll have to restraint you, naughty sub.” I left him long enough to grab the belt from his trench coat, then I told him to, “Sit up, and put your hands behind your back.”

  “Of course, Mistress,” he said, with a gleam in his eye.

  I made him turn his back to me and present his wrists, which I bound tightly with the belt. Once finished, I made him lie back down. After he did so, I went to work teasing the delicate flesh that covered his sac. I swirled my tongue over his scrotum, pressed its tip into his balls. His muscle twitched, and breath hissed between his teeth as he struggled not to react, to remain still.

  Finally I wrapped my lips around his slick glans and began to suckle, drinking the pre-cum from its hole. He thrust up, trying to plunge more of his length in my mouth, but I stopped him by coiling a hand around the base of his shaft and squeezing hard. I tore my mouth away long enough to tell him, “Now be still, or I’ll have to stop until you can behave.”

  He grit his teeth so hard I swore I heard them squeak, then merely nodded in reply. His whole face tensed from his struggle to control his reactions.

  I let more of his cock glide into my mouth, swishing my tongue under the ridge and then down the steely muscle as I did so. More air hissed between his teeth, and I felt his stomach tightened as he fought the binding on his wrists.

  I sucked him hard and took him to the root, until his plump head bumped the back of my throat. I held him there as I laved his shaft with my tongue, then swallowed around his girth, which I knew drove him wi
ld. I focused on controlling my gag reflex as I drew him out of my wet mouth slowly. His chest now heaved with the exertion of holding back.

  While I worked his spit slickened cock with one hand, I watched his face tense and relax from the building ecstasy. “Don’t cum until I tell you to,” I taunted.

  His eyes rolled back in his head and his eyelids fluttered closed. “Mistress…I have to fuck you now. Take your clothes off and let me inside of you.”

  I wagged a finger in his face. “Nope. I’m in charge here.” Once more I deep throated him, but the pleasure I gave was brief, for he bucked and thrashed beneath me until the tear of fabric broke my hold over him.

  “Not anymore.” He grinned lasciviously as he said this, while hurling the ripped belt to the floor.

  He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward, positioning my wet slit above his pulsing cock. I wriggled and resisted, but I wasn’t that concerned over the shift in power, to be honest. I knew the pleasure would be given and received in equal measures tonight, no matter who dominated who.

  I quit resisting his grip and let myself ease down, let my vagina encase and grip his thick penis. He cradled my back with one hand as I rode him in a slow, steady rhythm. When he reached for my clit to stroke it as I ground against him, my hips picked up their pace.

  The hand cupping my shoulder moved to my breast, gripping its fullness in one large hand. He tweaked and teased the nipple in time with the fingers rolling and rubbing my clit. He paused only long enough to caress the length of my seeping lips, gathering the juices from our fucking to lube his fingers. Then his touch returned to the swollen bead of flesh, giving it slippery friction that heightened my bliss.

  “Come for me, Mistress. Squeeze my cock as tight as you can and come hard for me,” he demanded, now moving the hand at my breasts to my ass, digging his fingers deep into the cheek as he urged me to ride him faster.

  I rode him with violent force, pressing his fingers firmly against my clit as I leaned forward and used one arm to brace myself. Soon, ecstasy exploded through my groin, uncurling from deep within to spread through my pelvis, zip up my spine. I was awash in electric passion, and I never wanted to lose this erotic high. Moments after the second orgasm crested, racing from my clit throughout my nerve endings, he came deep inside of me, spilling his seed with two hard twitches of his cock.

  We lay there after, sprawled on the couch, me on top of his barrel chest while he stroked my hair. When I finally spoke, the peppering of hair across his pecs tickled my nose.

  “I did love someone else, once, but he was taken from me.” I felt the need to confess about my relationship with Doug, after he’d shared the story of Astrid.

  He urged me up, and I sat in his lap. “How did you lose him?” His eyes and voice held compassion and genuine interest.

  A knot formed in my throat as I conjured a memory I’d pushed down deep inside of me for so long. “His name was Doug. He was a policeman, like my dad.” I paused, shut my eyes for a moment as painful visions of the past overtook happy ones. “His parents didn’t like me. See, his dad was a cop too, only he didn’t want Doug to join the force, or work in homicide. But being a homicide detective, like his dad and mine, was Doug’s dream. His parents didn’t want him to see the things his Dad had. They wanted him to go into law or banking and stay away from the streets. But my dad encouraged him to be a cop against their wishes. When he started dating me, that only made the animosity between our families worse. See, his dad and my dad were partners, and good friends, at one time.”

  “That must’ve been a challenge for your relationship.” Dmitri stroked hair from my face. “Did he die investigating a case?”

  I looked away long enough to steel my resolve, stave off tears. “Yes, a week after making detective. Truth is, my dad still blames himself for it.”

  “Charlotte.” He pulled me close and kissed my hair before inhaling deeply.

  “As melodramatic as it might sound, I didn’t think I’d love anyone ever again.” I couldn’t look in his eyes as I made my confession. My emotions were just too powerful to see mirrored back at me. “But then you came along, and, well…it might be horrible of me, but I love you even more than I did him.” Then I buried my face in his shoulder, and let his deep voice soothe me as it rumbled up from his chest.

  “Charlotte, that doesn’t sound melodramatic or horrible of you. It sounded sincere,” with a kiss to my cheek, he added, “and sweet. I love you, too.”

  ***

  “I’m so happy to see you two getting along again.” Mildred beamed as she scooped up her files and headed for the office door. “Don’t let this one get away, Dmitri. She’s worth fighting for.” With a wink, she disappeared out the office exit.

  “Charlotte, would you like to come with me and my brother tomorrow to visit my mother?”

  I looked up from the patient files I was checking. Dmitri’s expression was open and vulnerable. I could see a hint of that fear of rejection flicker across his feature. “Of course. I’d love to.”

  He smiled, but weariness held in his eyes. “I should warn you, her Alzheimer’s is very advanced. Most days she doesn’t remember me. Sometimes I’m her brother, an uncle…”

  I stood, came around the desk and placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “It’s all right. I’m sorry your mother’s suffering so, but you don’t have to worry about my reaction. Taking care of Dad, I had nights where I’d find him gasping for breath. Times when he went blue.” I shook my head, trying to clear those stark memories. “You don’t have to protect me from her pain, my love. I want to be there for you through this, as you’ve been there for me and Dad.”

  ***

  “Will it upset her if I give it to her?” Yuri cast Dmitri a concerned expression, and Dmitri looked shocked at his brother’s display of compassion. “I thought she might like it. I know she used to collect them.”

  “It’s a beautiful Matryoshka,” I said, admiring the intricate, white lace headdress that had been painted on the Russian nesting doll’s head. Variants of blue made up its traditional Russian peasant dress, while more white paint wove an intricate shawl that looked like an elaborate spider’s web resting on the toy’s shoulders.

  “You can give it to her,” Dmitri spoke in a soft voice. “I think she’ll like that.”

  Yuri gave a hesitant smile. “Thank you, brother. I hope so.”

  We entered the extended care wing of the senior care facility where my father and Dmitri mother now resided. Dmitri led myself and Yuri to his mother’s room.

  Inside I gazed upon a tiny woman nestled in a cloud of long, white hair, pale blue nightgown covered by a royal blue robe, and an intricate, embroidered quilt of the same colors draped over her lap. Her eyes appeared distant and glassy when we first walked in, but as she focused on us, they cleared and her face lit with joy.

  “Otets,” she said, directing this word at Yuri. I recognized it as a Russian term Dmitri had taught me. It meant ‘father.’

  “She thinks you’re grandpa,” Dmitri whispered to his brother. “Just play along with it, please. At this point, it’s best. Telling her differently will only confuse her, upset her.”

  Yuri nodded. “Of course. Should I give her the present?”

  Dmitri gave a sad smile. “Yes, go ahead.”

  We let Yuri approach first, following close behind. When he addressed her, he used another Russian term I was unfamiliar with.

  “What have you got there?” she asked, her voice soft and reedy.

  Yuri knelt down beside her chair and presented the Matryoshka. “I know you collect these.”

  She let out a childlike gasp and clapped her hands. The carefree motion was endearing to watch. “I love Matryoshkas! And it’s the same color as my dress. Thank you, Otets.” With the doll clasped tightly in one hand, she leaned over the side of her wheelchair and hugged Yuri’s neck, using a frail arm. She followed it with a kiss to his cheek. I was sure I saw the man’s eyes glimmer with tears, but I spoke not a word
.

  Later, as we left the extended care wing and made our way down the wide, stone steps, Yuri stopped us. He glanced at us both, then focused on his brother as he held out a hand and said, “Thank you for letting me see Mom.” Then he looked away briefly, glancing at the cars parked along the sidewalk before turning his attention back to Dmitri. In a lower voice, made husky by emotion, he added, “And I want you to know I’m sorry … for everything. All those things I did to you, those things I said. Astrid…” He shook his head. “I had to learn empathy through heartbreak. She told me she left me because I turned cruel after we moved in together. Called me Jekyll and Hyde.” His voice cracked with this sentence. “I thought of you then, and her words hit home.”

  “I want to believe you, brother,” Dmitri said, reaching out to squeeze Yuri’s shoulder. “But you’ll have to give me a lot of time. I hope you understand.”

  Yuri nodded. “Certainly. I understand. I’ve given you this whole ‘I’ve changed’ routine before. You and Mom and Dad. I can’t expect you to believe me overnight. I know I have a lot to prove.”

  With that, the brothers hugged, and I chased tears from my eyes, hoping they wouldn’t see.

  We parted ways and neared Dmitri’s car. He stopped before he opened his door, looking at me over the roof. “You know, our vacation time begins next week. How do you feel about a cruise, Charlotte?”

  ***

  I felt a spring in my step as I walked into Dad’s room in the senior care home. I held Dmitri’s warm hand in mine.

  “Charlotte and Dmitri!” Dad looked bright faced and more like his old self today, even with the clear plastic tubes trailing from his nose to the oxygen machine. “I get you both today. Come and sit. Break out the cards, Dmitri.” He flashed his big smile and ushered us to the small, round table in the sitting area of his spacious suite. Dad loved a good game of Rummy when the two of us stopped by.