I barely notice the shocks stop, my body too wired to calm even after they end. I do, however, notice Master loosening my restraints and removing the last wires before scooping me up into his arms, murmuring words of praise the entire time. With gentle care, he washes me, the hot water doing wonders for my aching muscles. When I reach for the soap to wash him in return, he swats my hand away. “Not today, Doll. Grace,” he adds, rolling my name on his tongue as if savoring it.
Too tired to do anything, I just smile and hope it conveys all of my emotions. “Mikhail,” I whisper. Like him, I enjoy the sound of his name and, even more so, the ability to say it out loud because somehow I know he won’t punish me for it. Things truly have changed.
“We’re going to need new rules,” he replies with a chuckle, his arm tightening around me as he dries me off. I’d really love to do at least something myself, but my limbs are currently overcooked spaghetti, and the rest of me isn’t faring much better. Besides, I love the way he takes care of me. He might treat me like a toy with all the feeding, washing, and brushing, but I’m a cherished toy he tends with care.
A brief stop in the kitchen so he can make me drink a large glass of water doesn’t surprise me, but where he goes next does. Are we going to his bed?
I’ve always slept on a cot, naked and alone, with at least my ankle chained to it. Sometimes, he’d would tie me down thoroughly and leave me hovering at the edge of sleep for hours with vibrators in my pussy and ass. Other times, I’d be blessed with a few hours of real sleep and even a gentle wake-up, though more often he’d dump a bucket of water on me like that first day. The point is, I haven’t slept much, and when I had, it was rarely comfortable and absolutely never in his bed. Yet that’s where he puts me, lying down beside me before pulling the covers over us both. A moan escapes me as I sink into the heavenly soft mattress. I swear I’ll never take a bed for granted again.
Laughing, Mikhail wraps around me like an octopus, then surprises me by nudging my legs apart. Before I can start worrying he only brought me here to fuck me and will send me back to that rock-hard cot afterward, he gently pushes his hard cock inside me and stills. “Told you,” he chuckles at the questioning look I throw over my shoulder. “I’m never leaving your cunt again. You’ll be a good Doll for me and keep my cock warm as we sleep, right? It gets awfully cold here.”
I snort. “Yeah, I know a thing or two about cold.” Or a dozen. I feel like the only times I’ve been warm since I became a Doll were in the shower. Other than that, I’ve been either uncomfortably cold or downright freezing.
Mikhail shrugs, unrepentant. “It’s an effective training method. Sleep now, Grace.”
His cock moves inside me as he shifts, and I gasp as the motion reignites my desire, my body still too sensitive from everything it’s been through. As I contemplate whether the relationship between us has shifted far enough for me to initiate sex, Mikhail growls. “I said go to sleep. Unless you’re not tired, in which case I’ll strap you to a fucking machine and let it pound your asshole for a few hours while I catch a nap. How does that sound?”
Terrible. However, I also like that while he has considerably softened toward me, he still doesn’t hesitate to remind me he’s the one in charge. He’ll get no objections from me on that front. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll sleep now.”
“You better,” he grumbles, but I can feel him nuzzle my hair. I drift off to sleep smiling.
Chapter 26
Grace
Iwake up the most rested I’ve ever been in my life. At least, that’s how it feels waking up warm and comfortable, wrapped in Mikhail’s arms. We must have rolled over as we slept, and his cock slipped out of me. Certain he wouldn’t like it, I scramble to straddle him and slide it back where it belongs. It’s half hard already, quickly thickening as I guide it to my entrance. Once it’s safely nestled in my pussy, I rest on Mikhail’s chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
His laugh rumbles against my ear. “Nice save, Doll. I was just coming up with ways to punish you for failing your task.”
Since his tone is clearly teasing, I don’t take his words to heart. “Apologies, Master,” I reply in a similar manner. “I will make sure to do better next time.” If there is one. Was him taking meto his bed just a one-off? Will we go back to the way we were before, or will we continue with this changed dynamic between us?
“Do better next time,” he says with a grin. “I’d hate to glue you to my cock to make sure it stays where it’s supposed to be.”
I snort. “I think that would be unpleasant for both of us, but whatever you say, Master,” I say sweetly, yelping as he smacks my ass. God, I love this! I’ve enjoyed serving him and letting him care for me but this is new, and I love it. It’s like we’re more than a trainer and a captive. It feels like we’re a real couple. It’s ridiculous, I know. The cruel part of my mind keeps telling me how stupid I am, but I couldn’t care less. I’ve never been happier.
“Remind me to gag you before we go to bed next time.”
“Yes, Master,” I reply dutifully, though with a grin. His cock jerks inside of me, and I can’t help rolling my hips as I seek friction on my clit.
Shaking his head, Mikhail grabs my hips. “No moving. Give my cock a nice massage using those inner muscles.”
My what now? Experimentally, I tighten my pelvic floor muscles. Mikhail’s hum of pleasure is swallowed by my groan. Damn, everything hurts so much after yesterday’s electro torture. It feels like I spent the day at the gym, not strapped to a chair for god knows how long. My muscles protest but I continue clenching down around the thick shaft inside my pussy, which is a workout on itself.
“Good,” Mikhail praises. “Go on, Doll. No moving.” Still pinning my hips to his with a bruising grip, he slides his other hand between our bodies, unerringly finding my clit. As he rubs it, I cry out, my inner walls squeezing his cock even harder. “Fuck. Yes, just like that.”
“Please, Master, I’m close,” I whimper, trying to squirm away from his ruthless assault on my clit but having nowhere to go since I’m still impaled on his cock.
He teases me a moment longer before moving his hand to my hip. I don’t know if I’m happy or angry about it and don’t have time to ponder it because in the next moment, Mikhail lifts me before slamming me back onto his cock.
“Oh god!” I cry out as he does it again and again, lifting his hips to thrust into me better. He’s deep, so damn deep it borders on painful, but pain is the last thing on my mind. Pleasure builds slowly, each jarring thrust fanning the flames until they roar, threatening to consume me. “Yes, please! Oh, god! Please, Master…” I’m too close to hold back anymore. I need to come, and while I don’t want to do it without permission, I’m afraid that soon, I won’t have a choice.
“Fuck, Doll, you’re so fucking tight. You may come.”
I whimper as he quickens his thrusts, my inner walls fluttering around him until he, too, cries out. “Grace!”
My name. I marvel at it as Mikhail’s cock jerks and spurts cum inside of me. He cried out my name. It feels right, and…did we just have normal sex? I’m not very experienced, but I think most people would call what we just did normal, at least compared to everything before. Not that I minded the kinky stuff.
Mikhail cuts off my thoughts by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. “Are you going to sleep more?” he asks.
