I was so close to coming for him. . . .
Over and over, he rocked and fingered and slapped—until I couldn’t stand it anymore. “I-I need to come.”
“Why should I give you that? You were leaving me.” Slap.
“Please!”
Slap. “If you want to come so badly”—he shoved his bulging c*ck against me—“then use me, greedy girl.”
Gone shameless with need, I did, grinding against his hardness, taking his wetted fingers and his stinging correction. Even before he groaned, “My God, woman, look at you,” I knew the picture I presented. I knew his darkened gaze was rapt on the most private part of me, stuffed full with his fingers.
And I was turned on all the more for it, hurtling toward my orgasm.
“I could watch this all night.” Slap.
Right on the verge, I moaned, “Oh, God, oh, God—”
He abruptly removed his fingers. “Your punishment’s not over.”
I sputtered, “Sevastyan, no!” He’d never gotten me this close, only to deny me. I was quaking with need.
He grabbed my hips, lifting me to my feet, holding on to me as I swayed. “You really think I’d let you come so easily? Reward your running?” His rage didn’t seem tempered whatsoever, merely . . . delayed. “From now on, you have to earn your pleasure from me. And you’re about to.” He steered me toward the gear wardrobe, turning me to face away from it.
I heard the whisper of leather and the clinking of metal from within, could only imagine what he was searching for. I tried to summon up fear, but only felt that burning curiosity. What would this man do next?
“Bend your arms behind your back, and cross your wrists,” he said. “Keep them there for me to bind.”
He hadn’t restrained me since the club. “I don’t know—”
“You always think I’m asking, pet.” He gave my ass a smack. “Obey me now.”
To be bound and helpless with this man? How could I want that so much?
I had to feign hesitation as I crossed my wrists behind my back. I kept them there for him to wrap with leather cuffs. They were attached to each other, trapping my arms in place.
An instant later, cool leather met my throat; I startled, but he’d already stretched a collar around my neck.
Collar and keep you. The leather in the front dipped down to a V, reaching the hollow above my sternum. The interior was lined with what felt like cushiony silk. As he buckled it in place, I shivered.
He attached another strap of leather to the cuffs, pulling upward. What would he—
Click.
He’d connected the cuffs to the back of the collar. When I tried to move my arms, I felt a definite tug at my throat, which—I could admit—only added to my dark thrill.
Without a word, he lifted me, depositing me on the bed. I shifted onto my side to watch him stride back to the wardrobe.
He returned with a black drawstring bag, a ball gag—and a bottle of oil. “Facedown, Natalya. I’m going to gag you, then open you up. Just as you described for me when we first got here.”
He wanted anal sex? Now? “Sevastyan, you can’t.” I maneuvered myself to my knees. As horny as I was, and as curious as I’d been . . . “You’re too angry. You’re going to hurt me.”
With silky menace, he said, “I won’t hurt you—not like you did me when you ran.”
“Will you just listen for a second?”
He tossed the gear to the bed and seized my upper arms. “Submit to me!” He crushed me against his body, my ni**les raking the cloth of his shirt. He kissed my neck again, his hands descending to grip the cheeks of my ass. He ground me against his pulsing cock—until the idea of him taking my ass didn’t fill me with alarm.
It filled me with need.