“He made—me drink,” I swallowed, “with him.”
He didn’t let go of me, but he withdrew and undid the belt that’d been rubbing my backside raw. The mercifulzzziiiippreleased his straining flesh against mine. His cock rested between my buttcheeks, smearing pre-cum on my lower back and sending me into the very depths of carnal despair.
“And?”
“Vitali—please!”
“You still don’t get the rules, so let me clarify.”
He shifted, and his cock positioned at my entrance. The dizzying heat made me forget about my soreness until that very moment, and the panic I’d set aside surged.
I couldn’t tell which Vitali held the leash anymore.
“If I ask you to stop—will you?” I asked hoarsely.
“Always, Kotik.”
The words unclenched my heart. I hadn’t realized just how afraid I was until I wasn’t.
He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Are you asking me to stop?”
“Please, please don’t…”
With that, he entered me with a deep groan. The first thrust was careful, but I still gave a strangled cry, the collar straining. My vision flashed and settled into different colors. He thrust again—harder—and I wasn’t sure I knew where I was.
The questions must have ended, or perhaps I’d gone deaf, because the only thing that existed was the collar slamming me back onto his cock, filling me, hurting me in the most thrilling way. This couldn’t be sex—not just sex—I couldn’t fathom anyone else being so completely in control of all my senses.
He gave the leash slack and instead hooked two fingers on my lower lip, parting my mouth.
“Who is my little liar?” he growled.
“I—am—” I didn’t even know what I was saying. Any mindless variation of‘yes, Sir’would probably do. My head spun.
I slammed back down on the bed, and he was on top of me, palm pressed hard, but controlled, between my shoulder blades, thrusting—thrusting—
He pulled the collar back as he bent to my ear. “Fuck, Katya, I’ve thought about this for so long.”
He allowed me to cum only as his own breath took on an unbearable urgency, and he shuddered atop me as the surge gushed through my body. It was different with him inside me—more intense in a way that made it personal. For a moment, I was a part of him, and he was a part of me.
And then, complete stillness. We stayed like that, unmoving.
Then he bent down, kissing the back of my sweaty neck, then my shoulder, and gently pressed down on my cheeks to make me turn, uncomfortable as that was with the leash still on, and kissed me.
He didn’t undo my wrists before he brought a towel and cleaned me up. The metal clip on the collar clicked first, and then began untying my arms.
“You never answered my last question,” he said as his fingers worked. “What happened after he made you drink?”
I swore, but only in my head.
Hehmm’d. “Let me give you a hint.”
“What?” I asked, dazed.
“You had a little movie date,” he said, and released my hands.
I spun to look at him, and there was that all-business expression. He already held a shirt in one hand and the leash in the other. It took me a second to spot the lock between his fingers, and another to realize he’d secured it on the iron railing of the bedframe.
“What?” I repeated and tried to sit up, but my hand was on the leash, and I came crashing down.
