I arch my back to press into Leks’s hand as he finds my nipples already peaked and ready for him. His eyes flicker to mine as I let out a needy moan, like he can’t look away.
“Fuck, Natalia. That noise.”
That’s the one tiny ember of hope that I still have.
Leks still wants me, needs me, even when he thinks I’m a traitor who’s been working against him. Who’s been lying about loving him in order to use him.
He’s trying to punish me, but he knows I’ll enjoy this as much as he will. Meaning he’s just as unable to resist me as I am unable to resist him.
Just when I thought I had him, that I was finally going to have him the way I’ve been craving for days, he leaves the room. Maybe this is another form of torture. Maybe he’ll do this for days — get me aroused, make me think I need him, then leave.
But the Leks I know can’t resist me that much. Can’t threaten to take me and then not do it.
When he comes back, he’s holding a silver knife, the handle gleaming in the evening light.
In this wood cabin, only mountains and forest around us, there’s something wild and primitive about Leks.
I whimper as he shows me the knife, testing its sharpness with his finger. It scares me how much I want him — he could hurt me and I’d let him.
Leks walks around the bed, cutting my clothes off every limb.
As the the blade traces over the fabric, I have no doubt that he knows what he’s doing. He’s not going to hurt me. If he does, he will be fully in control. Maybe I’ll even enjoy it.
He carves a line through the fabric of my clothes, tossing away the thick cotton of the oversized shirt and pants of his that were all I could find in this cabin, exposing every inch of skin.
He traces the blade around my nipples after my bra falls away. I tremble at the sensation and he smirks at me darkly.
“Careful, Natalia. One wrong move and you could get hurt.”
Every whisper of the knife against my skin wakes me up. He brushes it over my skin so lightly that there’s no chance it will leave a mark or cut me, but all it would take is one slip.
When he gets to my panties, I’m so aroused that I beg him.
“Please, Leks. Please fuck me.”
A cruel smile spreads across his face.
“You’re so wet. Is it the knife? The anticipation? Have you missed me, slut?”
I nod my head desperately. All of those things. But mostly, him. The way he’s looking at me. The way that he makes me so helpless that I can barely hold a thought together that isn’t about him.
He cups my pussy through my panties. I arch into his touch, desperate for friction. He slides the blade beneath each side of the silk panties and those, too, fall away.
“Open up.”
I obey him without thinking. The way that I did that first day he touched me… Automatically. Because Leks knows just how to control me.
Then Leks stuffs the damp fabric in my mouth.
My face flames.
I can taste my own arousal soaked into the thin fabric.
Now I’m spread open, tied to the bed, unable to do anything but take whatever Leks has in store for me, even my moans muffled by the panties. No voice, no movement, only able to watch whatever Leks is going to do to me.
“Normally I’d eat that deliciously tight pussy until you don’t know your own name, Natalia.”
God, yes. I squirm under his touch as he trails his hands over my waist, but he stops before he even reaches my hips, pinching my nipples hard.
