And then I looped it around her neck.
The brightness in her eyes changed quality immediately.
I smiled.
And tightened the leather around her neck.
Chapter 16
Iskra
The edge of the belt bit into my neck, but I could still breathe. Barely, but enough.
The Pakhan was a sore loser and he knew it. That malicious demon peered out from behind his pale blue eyes—the one that came out when things didn’t go exactly as he had planned, when something slipped outside the neat boundaries of his control.
Good.
He flicked the button open and pulled the zip down. His hand disappeared beneath the grey boxers and he dragged his cock out with the unhurried ease of a man who owned the room. I tugged the boxers down myself—barely controlled fury in every movement—and his heavy balls emerged, hanging low.
I ducked my head and swirled my tongue around one, slow and deliberate, then opened wide and sucked it into my mouth, bathing it thoroughly.
His sharp intake of breath was immediate.
The yank on my belt followed—an attempt to pull me off, to reassert the terms of this. I sucked harder and didn’t move.
He could change the game all he wanted.
He could send twenty-four minute deadlines and drag me up from the kitchen floor and loop his belt around my neck.
I hadn’t willingly walked into his world.
I hadn’t willingly walked to that altar.
But I was here now—and if I was going to be here, I was going to make it cost him something every single time.
With a deliberate smack of my lips I released him and moved to the other one. His hand had begun working his cock, his breathing already less steady than he wanted it to be.
“My dirty littlesuka,” he rasped.
He didn’t try to pull me away this time.
I was certain he had something up his sleeve—he always did—but it didn’t stop me from tugging gently as I sucked, cupping the other one in my palm and working it slowly between my fingers.
“Blyad,” he cursed, and pushed my head back as I slurped.
Then he yanked—fingers tight in my hair, head pulled back, the belt shifting against my throat—and guided his cock toward my mouth.
I stuck my tongue out and opened as wide as I could.
I stared straight into his eyes.
He used my tongue like a runway and slid himself in, thick and unhurried, watching me take him. I held his gaze and didn’t look away. I dared him to be the one to break it.
He wrapped the belt around his hand.
Once.
Twice.
