Earlier, when she went out looking for me through the house, I heard her, and I laughed to myself. I fucking love how needy she’s become since I first touched her. I was counting on it, in fact. Every single day, I’m working her up a little more, until eventually, she’ll tug on my sleeve, begging me to use her sweet pussy—anywhere, anytime, whether in public or in our home in the middle of the night.
Tonight is as close as we’ve gotten, seeing as she sought me out. But my girl is still too shy to tell me what her body needs. For now.
The door to my office cracks open, and her gorgeous head pops in, lighting on my figure. Her brows shoot up, and a smile blooms on her face. My cock swells almost immediately. I’ve barely been inside her once, barely touched that cunt a few times over the past few days. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with how much I needed her. But tonight, that ends. I can’t fucking function with all this pent up sexual energy roiling and revolting inside me—couldn’t even sleep. It craves her too much, so I’m done delaying the inevitable.
“Here you are,” she chirps, opening the door fully and stepping in.
Here I am, Lastochka. Come closer.
“I woke up, and you weren’t there, so I—” She sucks in a breath. “Is that...rope you’re holding?”
I push my hips into the desk to stop leaning against it and slowly take the remaining steps toward her. Her head tilts back at my height, but I go behind her, wrapping the rope loosely around her neck like jewelry. Her breathing resumes, a little faster now, her hand shooting up to touch it.
“Why did you come looking?” I ask, speaking softly against her ear. “Don’t you know what happens to little birds who fly too far out? Especially when it gets dark…”
She huffs out a nervous laugh. “I thought something happened to you?—”
I pull on the rope a little, and her head tilts back, eyes locked with mine. “Lie. Why are you lying,Lastochka? Hmm?”
She blinks, looking away. I bet her cheeks are fucking flaming. “I just really wanted to see you.”
“Oh, is that it, then? What a needy pet,” I say, pulling the rope away from her neck. “Take off your clothes. Go sit on my desk, facing me.”
“Oh-kay,” she whispers. But she’s not fooling anyone with her hesitation. Her steps have a bounce to them, like she was already horny before I commanded her. So fucking adorable. I love how well we fit. Soon enough, I’ll make her ask for the filthiest things—things a sheltered woman like her can’t even fathom.
Before she hauls herself up on the mahogany desk, she removes her robe then drags the nightgown above her head and slides down her panties. Her round nipples point at me, pebbling at the low temperature and making my cock twitch. Down below, her cunt is covered by thin curls that have grown since the last time she shaved. My fucking mouth waters. At this point, I can’t decide how I like it more.
Once she has climbed up on the wood, I step in toward her.
“If we do this,” I tell her, “your mobility will be gone. I’ll tie you up tight and rough, and then I’ll use you for my enjoyment, exactly the way I want. Do you want me to stop?”
Her plump lips part, her breath trembling in front of her, eyes wide boring into mine. “No.”
I touch the tips of my fingers to her naked chest. Her gaze peers down and then back at me when I start pushing gently. Arms braced at her sides, she lowers her back to the desk until she’s laying down, her feet dangling off the edge. Christ—just this sight alone is enough to make me grind my molars. She’s so perfect with that pussy looking up at me and her breasts heaving with her eager breaths.
I swallow, wrapping the rope around her left ankle then bending her knee to her chest so I can tie her wrist to the same knot. The feel of her smooth skin makes me work a little faster, the scent of her aroused, sweet cunt too distracting.
“Is that too tight?”
“A little,” she whispers, so I smile and tighten it up a notch. A pleased whimper slips past her lips. Don’t I fucking know what my girl likes?
I tie another knot on her other side, linking her wrist to her ankle. Now, she’s on her back, her legs spread wide in the air and her hands shackled. I tie two more knots, connecting her forearms to the spot right below her knees, and then I step back, admiring what I’ve done. Both her cunt and her ass are on full display, her breasts the cherries on top.
“So fucking perfect,” I say, brushing my knuckles against her pussy. She jolts in the rope, seeing just how restrictive it is.
“Why?” she asks, her eyes fluttering closed. A bud of wetness forms at her opening, clear and inviting. I swipe it with my finger and press it against my tongue. Fucking delicious.
“Why what?”
“Why did you tie me up? Is it because I lied?”
I lean above her, bracing my arms on either side of her body and shaking my head. “Not to punish you, no.”
“Then why?” she insists, but I don’t answer. “Mikhail…?”
Cecilia
My back is pressed against the desk, hands and legs in the air, exposing everything to my husband. A rush of anxiety and excitement pumps through my veins, making me hyper aware of every single sound and movement around me. The position isn’t uncomfortable yet, but I just know it will be eventually. Why am I looking forward to the pain? What is this man teaching my body to enjoy?
