I shake my head. “No, I cannot.”
On the nightstand, his phone buzzes. He glances toward it and then at the clock. “Yes, you can. If you don’t want to be my girlfriend right now, come over here as my pet,” he says, curling his fingers toward himself to beckon me.
When I shake my head, he raises an eyebrow. “I guess ten slaps from my belt wasn’t enough to convince you to behave, huh?” The way he laces danger into his words makes me shiver. Alexei’s gaze grows darker. “Don’t mistake kindness for weakness,kiska. There are punishments I can resort to that’ll leave you blushing for days.”
Heat warms my face, and I lick my lips. My heart’s leaping in my chest, begging me to submit so nothing terrible happens that will ruin my good impression of him.
“Last chance to obey, kitten, before I punish you in a way you won’t forget.”
Despite my nervousness, I’m stubborn in my defiance and stand still. His body is strong, yes. But my mind is strong, too. In the end, I think I’ll win. He’ll do what I say and give up his plan to work with his brother’s syndicate, so that he can have me as his girlfriend. This is what we both want, after all.
* * *
Alexei
Openly rebellious despite the contract and my warnings. Apparently, I’ve been too soft and indulgent. She needs a vigorous reminder of our arrangement and the fact that my finding her adorable doesn’t mean I’ll allow her to command me rather than the reverse.
I open a zipper pouch in my suitcase and remove the restraints, gag, and lube.
Natalia watches me curiously, too innocent and naïve to backtrack on her defiant position. She’s even slow to move when I toss the equipment on the end of the bed. It isn’t until I jerk the bathrobe off her body and grab and cuff her wrists behind her that she struggles. And her expression doesn’t seem alarmed until I force the ball gag into her mouth and wrap a fabric gag over it to further muffle any sounds she makes.
She tries to squirm away, which doesn’t work. Next, she tries to jerk back. I use her own momentum to sweep her over the edge of the footboard and give her ass a sharp crack. She’s stunned for a moment, then she tries to right herself. I don’t allow it. Instead I grab each of her calves one by one to apply ankle restraints, which I hook to her wrists.
I remove my trousers and toss them near my suitcase. Taking a pillow from the bed, I walk back to the footboard and set it on the smooth wood. Then I put her on top of the pillow, so it’s under her hips.
Her struggling does no good. She maneuvers farther up the mattress, which is a poor choice. It would have been smarter to drop off the bed and try to get under it. She might’ve been able to get out of reach. Inching away on her belly won’t help her.
I roll a condom onto my rock-hard cock. Punishing her the way I plan to will be particularly rough on her, but so far, my body doesn’t have any qualms. Warnings have been ignored, and this morning she flagrantly challenged me to make her obey. A part of her must want me to get rough. It probably shouldn’t surprise me. Part of what she finds attractive about me is that my body’s capable of mayhem and destruction. All right. She wants the beast. She can have him.
At the moment, her struggles have caused her hair to become wildly mussed. It covers most of her face because there’s no way for her to push it off. Her body’s movements now are more than a little frantic. My reaction is to offer her no reassurance. Part of the punishment is for her to feel her own helplessness. She needs a reminder that physically she’s no match for me. No woman is.
I shove her bent knees apart. She immediately tries to close them, but I step forward so her inner thighs bang against my hips and can’t come together. She tries arching her back and curling her legs upward so that her toes practically touch her shoulder blades. That allows her to press her thighs together, but the curled position also makes it simple to move her back onto the pillow over the footboard.
She starts to try to escape again, until my left hand grabs a handful of her hair and holds firm. A muffled cry emerges from under the gag.
“Stop moving,” I order.
She ignores me until I pull her hair, dragging her head up at the same time my chest presses against her legs. Since she’s not a circus performer, the extreme arch of the position quickly becomes too much for her.
Again she cries out, but this time, she also stops trying to move away. Instead, she drops her legs down so they rest against my abs. It relieves some of the pressure of being stretched into a circle.
“If you don’t want me to jerk on your hair the whole time I’m fucking you, you’ll behave when I let go. And by behave, I mean you’ll lie still and stop trying to crawl away.”
There’s no overt defiance when I release her hair, but her rigid muscles and ragged panting breaths give away how anxious she is to keep fighting.
I rest my hand on her ass and squeeze slowly. Her body jerks in shock and protest.
“For your own sake, you should try to settle down,” I say softly in Russian. “You can’t escape, and you can’t stop me from doing what I’m going to do. Accept it. The more you fight, the more you’ll rile my body up, which will only make me rougher. Lie still and take your punishment.”
I slide my hand down to her gorgeous young pussy. She squirms and tries to evade my touch as my fingers stroke the seam between her pretty lips.
Shoving her knees farther apart, I place them on either side of me, drawing her hips back, so her ass is raised and her pussy rubs against my hard belly. The lips are spread by the position, and I can feel the slippery evidence of her excitement. My cock jerks in anticipation.
I take each chain between the wrist and ankle restraints in hand and rock her body against me, so her whole pussy, including her clit rubs against my body.
“You’re trapped, kitten.”
I move her body so her pussy is lower, and then I ease my cock into her. Her pussy clutches me tight, giving off an involuntary spasm as I drive slowly into the soft tunnel.
