When I finally came back down, my eyes fell to my pussy: red and dripping wet.
“How are you doing, Alisa?” Dmitri asked, his voice rough.
His eyes were searching mine, looking for a hint that I’d slipped back into that distant headspace from before. My heart melted a little at how he was taking care of me.
“Good,” I said, unable to hold back a smile.
“Do you want to keep going?”
There was an edge to Dmitri’s voice, and from the bulge in his pants, I could see the evidence of what he wanted. But if I said the word, he’d release me from the restraints without a word of complaint.
I could sense the darkness emanating off him, itching for a release. I wanted it to consume and suffocate all the thoughts in my head. I wanted to drag it into my skin, and scorch away all the anxieties and fears billowing at the edge.
I needed his darkness just as much as he needed to purge it.
“Don’t stop.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” His eyes were full of dark promise. “I don’t think I’ll ever be.”
Chapter fifty-seven
Alisa
“Are you ready to submit?”
“No,” I said.
He leaned over and bit down hard on my left nipple. I moaned as it hardened into a peak. Dmitri slapped my other tit, and the other nipple acted in kind.
“Such a pain slut,” he muttered darkly into my ear.
“I’m no-” His fingers thrust roughly inside of me. An aftershock wracked my body, and his lips split into a smile.
“Don’t even think about lying to me, kotenok.”
“Or what?” I said, circling my hips against his fingers.
Dmitri curled his fingers sharply. My head fell back against the mattress as I panted. When I tried to speak again, he thrust another finger inside me. It short-circuited my brain and my answer.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take that back? I haven’t come yet, and I’m feeling quite sadistic.”
I kept my mouth firmly shut, refusing to take back the words.
As he stared down at me, the darkness of his intent washed over me, sending an electric zing to my core. Dmitri raised his hand, and I expected him to spank me again. Instead, he reached into the bedside table and pulled out a silicone object with a blue jewel on the bottom.
“What is it?”
“Suck on it, and I’ll tell you.”
I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue over the waiting object. It was the length of my fingers and tapered.
“Such a good slut, lubricating her butt plug.”
I nearly choked on the silicone toy. Dmitri chuckled at my reaction.
“A bwut pwug?!” I said before realizing the plug was muffling my words.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Dmitri said, running his hand across my slightly engorged cheek.
