Ivan climbed onto the table with her and ordered her onto her hands and knees. “You will surrender and come for me, do you understand little one?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
She let out a relieved sigh when he pushed inside her. He was as large and thick as she’d imagined he would be. Her brain wouldn’t allow her to fully process that in the space of 24 hours she’d fucked more men than she’d been with in her entire life up to that point. All she cared about was the fact that Ivan would fuck her until she came and Anton seemed pleased with her performance.
“So fucking wet,” Ivan practically growled as he drove into her.
The harder he pounded, the closer she came to release until she let out a scream so intense it scared even her. Finally, her need was satisfied, and the pleasure spiraled out of her in waves. Ivan came a moment later and pulled out of her. She felt completely spent as she laid back and closed her eyes.
Ivan got off the table, and Anton climbed on. Someone brought a blanket, and Anton covered her with it and held her against him, stroking her hair.
50
Anton nudged Annette. She’d fallen asleep in his arms on the table. “Kiska, wake up. You need to eat something. You can sleep later on the plane.”
He pressed a plate with a sandwich and some fries into her hands and a soda, all courtesy of the club’s kitchen. As she ate, he noticed Katya standing off to the corner, watching him. She looked lonely. Most of the others at the party were engaged in their own play in other parts of the downstairs space while some had gone back upstairs to play on the equipment there. Many were experimenting with the arousal cream with equally stunning results.
Anton motioned for the dark-haired ballerina, and Katya made her way over to them. She still wore the pink dress she’d worn at the ballet.
“Haven’t you played with anyone tonight?”
She shrugged. “I was waiting for you, Sir.”
“I wish you’d find someone for yourself. You’re so sweet. Surely there is someone who will make you happy.”
She looked down and blushed. “Just play with me. Please?”
Anton felt his pet tense beside him. So she was jealous of Katya. Did she really think he would allow Sergio and Ivan to fuck her but then he would remain only hers at a party like this? Annette would fuck whoever he told her to fuck, and then she would watch him do the same with whoever he chose for himself. The sooner she learned that, the better.
He patted the leather table on the other side of him. “Come, sit with me.”
Katya climbed up on the table beside him.
“Why aren’t you wearing something slinky like I like?” Anton asked.
She shrugged. “I didn’t want to assume. After the way things ended with us before.”
“Take off that dress.”
Katya rushed to undo the front laces that cinched the bodice together, and then she turned away from him. “Unzip me, Sir?”
Anton slid the zipper down. The tension coming from Annette on the other side of him was almost unbearable. It infuriated him. A more reasonable side of him knew she would be used to a very different type of relationship. And there were a lot of reasons for her to be upset by this—reasons that might feel like survival reasons. Still, the sooner she learned, the better.
He leaned in and took one of Katya’s nipples into his mouth. He chuckled at the taste of the white chocolate powder she’d dusted over her breasts.
He pulled back. “You didn’t want to assume?”
She looked guilty. “I’d hoped. I would never assume.”
A moment later Annette, wrapped in the blanket, had bolted off the leather table and toward the stairs.
“Excuse me for just a moment,” he said.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”
Anton held a hand up. “No, it’s fine. She will not control who I play with. Stay right here. Do not move.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Anton took his time crossing the room, and going up the stairs. It had been beyond idiotic to bring Annette here before she was properly trained. He was sure others at the party had noticed these little behavioral issues. It made him look like an amateur.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he scanned the room until he found her sitting in a circular booth in the farthest corner. He took a deep breath. He had to keep reminding himself she wasn’t one of them. She’d been under an enormous amount of stress the last twenty-four hours. All she wanted was safety and security—for her and her sister. Part of him knew he was being unreasonable and pushing her too hard too fast. But another part of him was angry that he should make any concessions for her at all. She was his to do with as he wished. That was the deal. She couldn’t turn around and change the deal.
He slid into the booth across from her. Maybe he should break her all the way down. There would have to be punishment when they got back to the house.
She either hadn’t noticed him, or was pretending not to notice him as she sat there sobbing.
“Did I at any point give you permission to leave?”
“No, Master.”
“You’ve done nothing but lie to me.”
She looked up, startled. “How have I lied to you?”
“Did you or did you not promise yourself to me as my slave to do with as I wished to let your sister go? And did you or did you not make this promise only last night? You’ve got a very short attention span where it regards your sister’s safety.”
“Is my sister going to be safe if you get bored with me?”
“Who says I’m bored with you?”
Annette shrugged.
“You fucked Ivan, and you fucked Sergio. Did you really think I wouldn’t take whoever I wanted for my own pleasure? Do you think I’m some cuckhold who sits around letting his woman play around with other men while being faithful myself? No. You fucked Sergio and Ivan because I wanted to watch you submit to anyone I told you to submit to. If I told you to fuck every man here, you would do it. If I told you to fuck only me, you would do it. If I fucked every woman here and wanted you to watch, you would do it. Is all of this clear?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Anton leaned in close. He put his hand under her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “Understand this. You are mine. Irrevocably. Any chance you may have had to escape me is gone. Every second I spend near you only makes me want to possess you more, push you more. I want you to submit to me without question or hesitation because you are so lost to me you cannot think of any other action you could take. You have NO idea what you gave yourself to, but you will find out. I can be very kind to you, but such a reward demands your absolute loyalty and obedience. Do you want to earn my kindness?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then get yourself cleaned up and come back downstairs to me. I have plans for you.”
Anton got up from the table and went back downstairs. He didn’t turn around. If she wasn’t downstairs on that table with him in fifteen minutes there was going to be hell to pay. Something dark and twisted had awakened inside of him. Something cruel. It scared him beyond anything that had ever scared him.
For years he’d been playing a role. He’d had a beautiful, polished exterior. He’d been smooth and polite. He’d had his subs over the years and played by the rules. Everything by the books. He’d lied so well he’d convinced himself that this was who he was. But from the moment Annette had driven up to the house, the moment she’d walked into his lair and offered herself in trade, a dark, howling wolf had stirred inside him. Suddenly all moral reasoning had flown out the window. She would earn every kindness. She would obey him perfectly or she would be punished. He would not let her make him weak.