He could see the way my nipples hardened at his gaze, my pale complexion blushed pink at his touch. Hell, I bet he could even feel my heart race whenever he brushed my skin.
"You are so perfect," he said, more to himself than to me. "You look like an angel sent to deliver me from my torment, but you fight me like the devil herself. There could never be a more perfect woman for me."
"Maybe you should try finding one that is happy to be in your bed," I growled, yanking at my binding, bucking my hips from side to side, trying to toss him off.
"Why would I want a woman who is simply happy or content to fuck me when I can have one that gets off on fighting me?"
How did he see right through me so clearly? It was infuriating.
"I don't—" I argued with him, but he put his hands on my hips above the sleek black slacks I was wearing.
"There's no reason to lie to me. We both know your cunt is hot and dripping for me."
I fought harder to push him off of me and to my shock, he willingly got up.
Only to grab my ankles and flip me over onto my front. One smooth move that had me airborne for a moment, then landing back on the bed, flipped over.
Immediately I got my knees under myself and tried to crawl up the bed to get free. Artem grabbed the back of my pants and ripped them from me, tossing the shredded fabric away.
His hand landed on my shoulder and stopped me from crawling further up the bed. His hot body covered mine as he leaned over and whispered in my ear again.
"I'm going to fuck that sweet cunt of yours until you scream my name and I fill you with my hot come. Or you can keep misbehaving, and I'll grab another belt to whip your perfect ass and pretty little cunt before I fuck your ass again. I might even leave a few stripes across your breasts before I'm done. The choice is yours, princess. Be my good little girl, or my bad little girl. Either way, you are mine."
A rush of heat ran through me and for a second, I considered fighting him just to see if he'd do it. Getting spanked with his belt hurt a lot and I still had bruises that hadn't completely faded, but every lick of fire from his belt made the pleasure he gave me so much better.
I wasn't ready for him to take my ass again, not yet. But what did it mean if I just gave in? Did that mean he won? Did it mean that I was consenting to his heavy-handed dictatorship over my life?
I didn't know what I wanted, but there was no time to decide.
My hesitation must have been the answer he was looking for. Artem placed his hand on my back and pressed my shoulders down, so that my back arched, and my thighs spread for him.
"Good girl," he purred, and a rush of desire slammed through me. "But I still have to punish you for breaking things. If you come before I give you permission”—he kissed my shoulder—"you will get the belt."
Even a simple press of his lips to my bare shoulder was enough for me to want to obey. "I can't wait to hear you scream for me as I leave fresh pink lines across your pale skin."
I was going to obey, but not to please him.
He wanted to break me; he wanted to prove that he was better than me, so he was going to do everything he could to make me come and I simply wouldn't do it. I was going to prove that he couldn't break me. I controlled my body and my pleasure, not him.
He kissed his way over my body, every single touch of his lips sending more shocks of pleasure through me as I ached for more. I bit back a moan and let my head hang down between my outstretched arms, still tied to the headboard.
The distinct flick of the knife cut through the heavy silence of the room as he traced the tip across my lower back to the center of my spine and trailed it down my seam until he got to the damp, wet fabric covering my core. With one swift cut, he sliced through the panties and then the strap on one side and pulled them away.
"I was right. You are dripping for me," he growled. He closed the knife with an audible click and tossed it aside. "I want to hear you say it."
I clenched my teeth together as he ran a single finger over my seam, sending more shivers through me.
"Say it," he demanded. "I want to hear how much fighting me turns you on."
I still said nothing, and he pulled his hand away just to slam it against my ass, and then squeezed the heated flesh. "Say it, or I get the belt."
"Fighting you makes me wet," I admitted, keeping my jaw clenched as I spoke the words that sent a stinging fire to my cheeks that matched the one shaped like his hand across my ass.
"Again, but this time like you mean it." Artem ran a single finger over my slit again, just caressing until he circled my clit.
"Fighting you makes me wet," I said again, this time with a gasp.
"Keep going." He placed a kiss on my lower back before moving behind me where I couldn't see him. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, facing away.
