He leads me toward a hallway lined with doors, his hand never leaving my back.
As we walk, he leans in close.
“Do you want an audience?” he asks. “Or a private playroom?”
I pretend to think about it. “I prefer privacy. The most private room here. Soundproof, if possible.”
His eyes light up. He probably thinks I want privacy because we’re going to get loud and wild. Uninhibited.
I suppose we are. Just not in a way he’ll enjoy.
“I know the perfect room,” he says, steering me toward a door at the end of the hall.
Abram opens the door to reveal a warmly lit room with dark walls.
A large bed dominates the center, with leather cuffs attached to each post. My focus locks on the high-backed chair positioned near the foot of the bed.
It’s solid, with arms wide enough to accommodate restraints.
“After you,” he says, voice rough with anticipation.
I step inside, my heart pounding with clear purpose.
“Now that we’re in the playroom, you will call me mistress. Strip and seat yourself in the chair.”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, loosening his tie with eager excitement.
The smile that curves my lips is genuine. Kirill won’t be far behind.
And when he gets here, Abram Volkov is going to suffer.
CHAPTER
FORTY-THREE
DINARA
The last knotcinches tight around Abram’s ankle, and I step back to survey my work. He’s secured to the chair with his wrists bound behind his back, legs spread and strapped to the chair legs, black silk blindfold keeping him in darkness. His cock is hard against his thigh, his breathing shallow with anticipation.
He thinks he’s about to have the night of his life. He has no idea what’s coming.
The flogger waits on the table, soft leather tails that promise pleasure and pain in equal measure. I pick it up, letting the weight settle in my hand before dragging it across his shoulders.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” I murmur, walking a slow circle around him. “So patient, so obedient. Are you ready to let me play with you?”
“Yes, mistress.” The words come out hoarse. “Please.”
Disgust coils in my stomach. I force myself somewhere far away, somewhere cold and detached, to keep playing this role.
I let the flogger cut across his back, hard enough to sting. He gasps, muscles flexing, arching into the sensation like he’s been starving for it.
I strike him again, red blooming across his skin in delicate patterns.
“Just relax and feel everything I give you. I’m going to take my time with you tonight. I’m going to make sure you get exactly what you deserve.”
The door clicks open behind me and Kirill’s heavy footsteps carry as he enters the room.
Abram’s whole body goes still, his head turning to catch the source of the sound.
