“I wanted his help to find her…” I said, my breath surprisingly shallow.
“And what did he tell you?” He slid his free hand into the band of my less-than sexy pajama pants, and tugged them down far enough to expose my butt.
There was no creative way to avoid telling him the truth…
“No… he said no.”
“Good girl,” Vitali said, and looped a finger through my underwear, sending them the way of the pajamas. “Which begs the question of how you made it all the way to the vodka. What happened next?”
“He told me he’d look into it.”
“No, Kotik, I don’t think so,” Vitali said, and his fingers entered me in one quick motion, forcing my high-pitched cry into the blankets. It hadn’t hurt, but the combined sensations bordered on a different kind of agony. And then, his fingers curled, their force lifting my hips, and my already sensitive nerve endings sang. “Care to try again?”
“He said I had to ask Sergei!”
To my horror, there was no surprise in his voice when he said, “And what did Misha instruct you to tell me?”
“Nothing, he asked me to tell you nothing!”
“Good.” He withdrew, but kept stroking along the slickness, brushing my clit as if by accident, but the light linger gave himaway. “But see, here is the issue, Kotik. You didn’t tell me anything when I first asked.”
He adjusted and slipped his arm under my thighs, which brought me up with a little bounce against the hard bulge in his pants. My head remained pressed against the blankets. He reached around, his fingers slowly massaging my clit. The breath began to leave my body. He wouldn’t let me spread my legs for even a bit of relief.
“You went to see Sergei. Here is where you’re not going to get away with half-truths, Katya,” he said. “Because I want to know everything.”
At first, the leather slackened, but then he grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. I squeaked in delight as he wrapped the leash around them, securing me in a position I couldn’t get out of if I tried. A bit of panic did tighten my chest, but I pushed it down. His voice was Vitali. Just Vitali. And I was his to do with as he liked…
God, but I wanted him to do as he liked…
“What happened next?”
“He said he’d look into it.”
“What did he want in exchange?”
“Nothing—”
He anticipated the answer, because two fingers entered me with his palm pressed firmly against my swollen flesh, stroking inside me faster and faster—enough to quiver my knees.
“I’m a patient man, Katya. I won’t let you cum until I hear the full story.”
“He didn’t”—pant—“want anything right”—pant—“then…”
His hand slowed. “Did he say what he wanted later?”
“No—but he promised—it wouldn’t be too bad…”
A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. I could hearthe smile. “Sergei doesn’t make promises, and it’s always bad. But that is my problem now, Kotik, don’t you worry. Did Misha stay with you or leave you alone?”
“He stayed… God Vitali, please…” I’d soaked his fingers, the desire smearing between my inner thighs.
“No. What else did Sergei do, because I’m certain he didn’t just send you home? He’s a bastard, so I want to know how pissed I am.”
I couldn’t… I didn’t want to tell him I saw…
Because of that, I wasn’t quick enough to answer, and he yanked my leash—hard—pulling me up with my back against his chest. The hand securing its length locked in across my ribs. My unfortunate position opened up much better access for his delivery of the now frustratingly painful strokes. The heated tremble surged in my belly. He knew, because he withdrew so close to my climax that I let out a pathetic whimper.
“Don’t try me, Kotik,” he said, but his breath was ragged, and his cock so hard between my legs I could feel the throb…
