“One more time. You better come before you drown, or I’ll be rather angry.”
She hastily sucks in a deep breath and doesn’t struggle as I push her under. Her hips undulate as I rub her clit. When I sink my fingers inside her, keeping pressure on her clit with the heel of my palm, she moves against me, her asshole sucking me deep and squeezing me as if she were desperate to hold me inside.
I curl my fingers to hit her G-spot and then start thrusting again, holding Doll in place by her cunt. She writhes under me again, from either lack of air or incoming orgasm. I don’t know which, but I keep fingering her pussy as I fuck her ass until I feel the telltale flutter of her inner walls. By then, Doll is twitching and trying to squirm away, so I tighten my grip on her hair and push her deeper into the sink. She’s splashed water out, and I want to be sure she’s fully submerged.
When she comes, her back arches and muscles lock, squeezing me so tightly I feel like she’s going to crush my cock and fingers. The immense pressure sets me off, and I shoot my load into her ass, unable to move an inch. She’s still as she rides out her orgasm and only starts struggling again once her pleasure subsides. I pull her out then, licking at her cheek as she coughs and takes in heaving breaths.
“Fuck, Doll,” I groan, still deep inside of her. “You were amazing. Fucking hell, I can’t even…” Shaking my head, I trail off, because I truly don’t have words for what just happened. We’re doing this again soon. It was exquisite.
Grace doesn’t speak, just makes delightful choking and gagging noises that make my cock twitch even though I just came. Her knees buckle, though, and I know she’s had enough. Regretfully, I pull out of her tight ass and push the escaped cum back inside. “Hold on to it for me,” I murmur in my Doll’s ear as I half lead, half carry her to the bed. Only when she collapses on the slightly bloodied sheets do I untie her hands and climb in after her.
“You were amazing,” I repeat, not sure if she was tracking the first time I told her. She’s half asleep already, so I’ll have to repeat it to her tomorrow, and then every day for the rest of our lives. “Perfect. I love you, Grace.”
“Hmm,” she hums, a contented smile brightening her splotchy face. She curls on her side, and when I spoon her, she reaches behind to grab my cock. I can’t help but moan as she gives it a light stroke, running her thumb over the sensitive tip before guiding it to her pussy. Even though I’m only half-hard, I shift to enter her, letting her heat cradle me as we both drift off to sleep.
“I love you too, Mikhail,” she whispers with surprising clarity. “Never leave me.”
“Never,” I promise. I might have errands to run, like securing the twink and gifting him to Cameron, but I should be able to manage that while Grace sleeps off today’s punishment. Tomorrow, I might even give her some painkillers because I did work her over harder than I intended. I was just so damned angry with her, even if her mistake was partly my fault. Perhaps I should let her spank me in return.
I scoff at the thought. I wouldn’t be opposed to trying it, but I doubt Grace would enjoy it. She’s submissive through and through. No, my punishment is that she clearly doesn’t fully trust me and honestly, that’s a much worse punishment than any spanking. She’s my heart, my soul, my everything. I’d do anything for her, and not having her trust hurts. I deserve it,though. I should have told her my plan, reassured her that I would come for her, even if I wouldn’t be the one to rescue her from Chernov. Instead, I just packed her in a gift box and sent her away. It’s no wonder she doubted me. Fortunately, I have the rest of our lives to earn her trust back.
Epilogue
Grace
Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I try to find a more comfortable position, but there doesn’t seem to be one. My hands, attached to an overhanging branch above my head, are sore from supporting my weight. My legs cramp as I balance on my tiptoes, and my poor nipples scream any time I move, the nasty clamps tugging on a long rope tiedtoa tree in front of me.
If I stay very, very still, my nipples don’t hurt as much, but that’s grown increasingly difficult the longer I stand here, not to mention the jolts I occasionally get from the plug in my ass. Every time it shocks me, I flinch, making the clamps tug on my nipples and only forcing me to flinch harder. I’d scream in frustration, but there’s a gag in my mouth and no one around to hear me anyway. Well, no one except my Master, and he’sunlikely to help since he’s the one who tied me here in the middle of the woods and then left to do god knows what.
I think he’s nearby, as I sometimes hear a branch crack somewhere behind me. Or it might be something crawling closer, ready to eat me. I love our new house, but we’re literally in the middle of nowhere with nothing but forest surrounding us for miles. It’s very private, allowing us to have sex outside whenever and however we want and be as loud as we like, but it also means frequent animal visitors. Deer are cute, bears less so. I don’t think it’s a bear, though. Mikhail likes to hurt me in all kinds of creative ways, but letting a wild animal maul me would be a step too far even for my devious Master.
As if on cue, his deep voice rumbles, “What have we here?”
I try to turn my head to look at him, momentarily forgetting about the blasted nipple clamps, and am rewarded with stinging pain in my tits as the ropes tethering the clamps to the tree pull taut. I do glimpse something green in Mikhail’s hand, though. Leaves?
“A naked woman alone in the woods,” he murmurs as he approaches me from behind. “All strung up and ready to be taken advantage of.”
When I feel his hand sliding down my side, I whimper behind my gag. I have a feeling my already precarious situation is about to get worse. Mikhail lightly swats my ass, then moves to the front. I’m so wet my juices coat my inner thighs, and his fingers slide easily between my pussy lips and delve inside. My moan cuts off with another whimper because, of course, I forget to keep still when he starts rubbing my G-spot. I try, I really do, but as he expertly pushes me toward an orgasm, I sway against him, a muffled cry breaking free as the motion sends more pain into my tormented nipples.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. It seems you’re having trouble staying still, Doll,” Mikhail admonishes playfully. “And here I thought you’d learned to obey orders.”
I glare at him because it’s really damn difficult. Instead of taking offense, he chuckles softly. “Still feisty, I see. I brought you something.”
My glare softens into a frown, but I watch him cautiously. I don’t think I’m going to like this “something” he brought for me.
Reading my expression like an open book, Mikhail laughs. “It’s very romantic, actually. Look, I brought you flowers!” A vividly green cluster appears in my vision, the hand holding it encased in a rubber glove. My brain is a little slow to make the connection with the familiar shape of the plants he’s holding, but when it does, I shriek and shake my head.
“Aww.” Mikhail’s grin is downright evil now. “You don’t like my gift?”
I shake my head again, screaming through my gag and trying to squirm out of his reach, which, of course, is impossible.
“So ungrateful,” Mikhail sighs, but he doesn’t lose his smile. Carefully setting the plants on the ground, he picks up one and pretends to study it. “I tried it on myself. It’s very potent.”
I bet it is, but I don’t want to test it on my skin. Nettles. Jesus Christ. What kind of sick mind thinks of nettles when they have a naked woman to fuck? “Please don’t,” I try to say, but it comes out garbled.
“Something to say?” Mikhail teases as he unclasps my gag. “I want to hear you scream for me, Doll.”
“Pleasepleaseplease,” I chant, still trying to move away from the nettle even though it puts unbearable strain on my nipples.
