He smiled. “Gagged it is.”
Despite my squirming and protests, he gripped my jaw and pressed his fingertips into my cheeks. My teeth cut the inside of them. I had no choice but to open my mouth. He slipped the fabric knot between my teeth before flipping me onto my stomach. He tied the halter strap around the back of my head, anchoring it in place. I reached up with my arms to untie it, but he effortlessly clasped my small wrists in his firm hand, pinning my arms behind my back.
With his free hand, he flipped off my high heels. He then ran his palm up the back of my leg. “I love you in these stockings.”
I was wearing a pair of retro back-seam black stockings to match the fifties vibe of my dress. I held my breath. It was only a matter of seconds before he discovered—
Vaska chuckled, “Why, you naughty minx.” He pulled on the elastic band of one of my garters and snapped it against the sensitive skin on the back of my thigh. I jumped from the sharp bite of pain.
He leaned his body over mine, caging me in. He ran his finger along the garter strap. “Did you wear these just for me?”
No.
Yes.
Maybe.
Damn him.
I struggled against his restraining hand, which still had my arms pinned, as I cursed him out through my gag. “Fuff ooo. Uf ie ee!”
He released my arms, but only to gain access to the back zipper of my dress. As I tried to shimmy away, he gripped the zipper and pulled it down. My movements only helped him strip the dress from my body. He tossed it and the red crinoline onto the floor. I flipped onto my back and scrambled up against the headboard of the bed. He’d left me only in a black corset, panties, and my garter belt and stockings.
If his sapphire gaze were a blue flame, it would have scorched every inch of my body.
He rose off the mattress, towering over me. “YA nikogda ne pozvolyu tebe vstat’ s etoy krovati.”
My brow furrowed.
He repeated in English, “I’m never letting you leave this bed.”
A shiver went up my spine at the sexual threat and the image of being tied to the bedpost, forever at his mercy, as he relentlessly fucked me over and over again. Oh, my God.
Helplessly mesmerized, I stared as his large tattooed hand slowly lowered the zipper on his jeans. It was impossible not to notice the hard length of his cock as it pressed against the denim along the inside of his thigh. He pushed his jeans off his hips, dropping them to the floor. His cock bobbed several times, the heavy head enlarged and almost purple. My thighs clenched at the memory of his thick length pushing its way into my tight body.
Belatedly, I realized my arms were now free. I reached up and untied the gag from around my head.
Vaska’s upper lip lifted in a smirk. “Good, I prefer hearing you scream my name as I fuck you.”
Keeping his gaze on me, he shifted to the left and opened the drawer of the nearby nightstand—and pulled out a knife.
I cried out and jumped off the bed, running for the door. He blocked my path. As he prowled forward, I was backed against a wall. “What… what are you doing, Vaska?” My heart was beating so fast, I feared I might pass out.
“Shhh… krasotka. Stay very still.”
I bit my lip enough to taste blood, as he lifted the knife and tilted the point at my stomach.
Oh, God. Fear paralyzed me. I couldn’t move my arms to defend myself.
The cold metal pressed against the skin of my lower abdomen. In the silence of the room, I heard the soft rending of fabric. My panties fell off my left hip. He shifted the knife to my other side. Slipping it beneath the fabric, the sharp blade easily sliced through the fabric till my ruined panties fell to the floor.
He smiled as he tossed the knife aside, then slipped his hand between my legs. “It needed to be done. It’s the only way I can taste this sweet pussy of yours while keeping your sexy garter belt and stockings on.”
I blinked. It took a moment for his words to register. All the blood rushed back into my body, making me dizzy with confused emotions of fear, anger, and desire. Recovering, I raised my arm, my hand curled into a fist. “Why, you—”
He grabbed my wrist and turned me, pinning my arm against my lower back. Pushing my body forward, he lowered me onto my knees on the bed. His hand released my arm and fisted into my hair, holding me in place. He knelt behind me, the warm skin of his stomach brushing my now-bare ass. He pushed a knee between mine and forced my legs open.
He growled, “Are you going to be a good girl?”
I stubbornly refused to answer.
He slapped my ass with his open palm. “Ty sobirayesh’sya byt’ khoroshey devochkoy?”
“Yes!” I cried out as hot needles of pleasurable pain raced over my skin.
He released my hair and set his strong, warm hands on my hips before slipping them over my ass. Pressing his thumbs into the seam, he pried open my cheeks. I could feel his breath against my hidden flesh. Humiliated, I buried my face into the bedcovers as I felt the heat of his gaze.
“Tilt your hips back,” he commanded in his dark, gravelly voice.
“Please,” I begged.
He offered me no quarter. “Don’t make me repeat myself, krasotka. You don’t want me to get my belt.”
My body jerked in alarm as if his threat had carried the literal weight of a strike from the leather strap.
Submitting to his demands, I pushed my hips out, further exposing myself to him.
“Good girl.” The low ‘r’ rolled off his tongue like the purr of a panther.
Without warning, the tip of his tongue licked the length of my pussy.
I fisted the bedcovers as my back arched. It may damn me to hell with him, but I missed this.
His tongue flicked my clit. “I’ve missed the taste of this sweet pussy of yours. That’s it, baby, show me how much you missed the feel of my mouth.”
A low moan escaped my lips.
His hands gripped my ass as his tongue swirled and circled my clit, applying gentle pressure. I pushed my hips out further, wantonly pushing myself onto his tongue. His right hand shifted before I felt his thumb swipe over my dark hole.
I inhaled sharply as I tensed.
He swiped a second time before applying the slightest pressure with the pad of his thumb. He pushed inside. My mouth fell open on a gasp as memories of the time he’d fucked my ass in the shower crashed over me in deep, dark waves. He thrust his thumb in and out of my ass as he continued to tongue my clit. My hips rocked back and forth as I moaned, “Faster, faster.”
He increased the rhythm of both his tongue and thumb.
“Oh, God, Vaska. I’m coming!” I screamed.
In that moment, he twisted his thumb deep inside of me as he shifted his hand to push two fingers into my cunt. The sudden thrust of his fingers sent me over the edge. I saw stars behind my eyelids and shocks of pleasure raced up my spine. Before I had come down from my spiraling orgasm, he lifted me off my knees and centered me in the bed on my back.
Kneeling between my open legs, he fisted his shaft. Running his hand up and down the length, he ordered, “Push your corset down. I want to see your breasts.”
I obeyed. Hooking my thumbs into the sides, I pushed till the corset shifted lower on my torso, exposing my breasts. He licked his lips. The erotic sight damn near gave me a second orgasm. With his free hand, he ran his palm up my inner thigh before grasping the thin silky elastic of my garter. He pulled it taut and snapped it against my skin.