I hadn’t given myself to him, had I?
He’d taken me, hadn’t he?
Those threads of thoughts swirled away as he stalked behind me, the warm firm leather of the paddles caressing me softly as he moved beyond my vision.
I shut my eyes.
Clenched my hands.
Whack!
Pain seared my ass, the brunt of his force spreading from my bottom to the nugget of heat already vibrating through my clit.
He struck the other cheek, and my neck arched, a scream caught in my throat.
My father had forfeited me.
I’d gained Arkady.
But he didn’t care as much as I wanted to believe, did he?
Slap!
“Arrgh god, god, god!” Pleasure melded with this torture, lighting me up inside from each mark my savage Russian laid upon my body.
“Stay with me, Lucia.” His hand rose up the center of my spine, delved beneath my hair, clasped my neck.
I gulped.
His wicked words came beside my ear when he murmured, “I love to hear you scream. Next time say my name when you do.”
An inner well opened, and my pussy convulsed, but I needed something . . .
I need him.
As his hand tightened around my neck, anchoring, his spanks hurtled one after the other on my ass and right at the crease where my thighs met.
I pushed up.
I pushed out.
I pushed into his hand.
I stood on the precipice, stretched taut, unable to move.
The cuts forgotten.
Mirror shards covered in my blood . . . gone.
Pain I could never grasp or understand, he gave to me.
Then he moved abruptly.
He took all touch away instantly.
Arkady rounded on me, a glimmering rugged god. A forelock of hair hung across his brow, and he trailed a finger to my nipple then smacked my other breast with breathtaking speed.
“Arkady! Fuck!”
His hand cupped my mouth, and I smelled his sweat and the addictive cologne that was a musky heady essence.
I kissed his fingers, licking them, tasting leather and salt and smoke and all that was him.
When he pulled away again, I snarled.
He grinned in a purely sinister fashion.
He paddled my body to bright heaven and dark hell.
The sensation of this new weapon he wielded was far different than the flogger. Softer yet harder. No lashes. Just spankings. He used no other bondage than the cross that seemed appropriate in this sensual setting. No other props, no nipple clamps.
I could not move.
Arkady stalked around me with panther-like grace, and each sight of him conjured my naughtiest fantasies.
More smacks rained down on my ass and even into the cleft when he pulled my cheeks apart. My ass dilated, my world spun, an entire galaxy of insidious lust opened up.
My cunt.
His. Wholly.
The blows stopped.
I hung there, wanting . . . waiting.
Panting, aching, absolutely dripping for him.
When he faced me, I could tell he was passing the point of his formidable control. Ruddy color heightened his high cheeks. His eyes slanted in the darkest midnight blue. Sweat clung to his frame. His cock turgid, balls huge, muscles flexed, he hungered.
I had done this to him just as he’d made me ache for him alone.
With what had to be one last ounce of control, he ran the handle of the paddle—hot from his hand—up through my slippery slit.
I curved forward, needing, wanting.
Placing both paddles aside, he cupped my breasts. I nearly swooned when his hot mouth descended over one distended nipple, fingers plucking and pinching the other aching point.
“Ahhh,” I keened out.
He swirled wet lines to my other breast, gobbling up the swollen bud, wetting, sucking, tugging me to delirium.
As juices soaked my entire mound, he left me breathless again.
His mouth shined like my nipples, and he took up one of his paddles.
Hot slaps stung across my breasts, and I was on the cusp of orgasm.
His cock dripped precum in slick strands, and I wanted him in my mouth, in my pussy, all over my body.
Behind me, Arkady paddled my buttocks one last time before I heard the weapon clatter to the floor. His large hands grasped my hips, pulling my bottom out as far as possible.
“You’re on birth control?” The throaty growl came right beside my ear.
Now I knew he intended to give me the greatest release of all. “Yes! You know I am!”
“That is good.”
He touched me with a final gentle caress then robbed me of all breath when he slammed the entire length of his cock up into my convulsing sex.
“Blyad.” He grunted and cursed, rutting into me like an animal mounting its mate.
There was no other way to describe the deep jolting strokes of that hugely hard male organ.
His cock was so hot, so hard thrusting in and out of me.
I could not move.
I climaxed wildly, and he gripped my hair in a fist, hauling my neck back.
“That’s it. Squeeze my cock with that wet cunt.” His filthy claim drove even hotter pleasure through me.
We were sweaty and wet, and he just kept fucking me with the fury of a demon.
Then he stopped abruptly, pulling out, and I sobbed in hot protest.
He growled, hands roving up my front to crudely fondle my breasts again.
A second later, Arkady began unbuckling the straps holding me in place with viciously impatient jerks.
“What are you doing?” I tried to catch his gaze. “Don’t stop!”
“Not stopping. Want you on the bed.” He bit my neck, and I shuddered.
He kissed the mark, his hunger paramount.
“Want to see your face and feel all of you when I fill you with my cum.”
I howled even louder. “Oh god!”
17
Arkady
AS MUCH AS I wanted to keep nailing Lucia, literally, to the cross, I was too close to coming. I wanted more. I wanted all of her. And I needed her on the bed, beneath me, rising up to meet each of my thrusts.
I’d very nearly lost control, stretching her arms up and her legs out and locking her into place on the St. Andrews cross.
Striking her with the custom-made paddles brought a whole new level of darkly burning lust to the game, which wasn’t a game anymore.
Not with Lucia.
Not with every unfiltered moan torn from her throat or her undeniable reaction to each blow I meted upon her lush body.
The Cyrillic words carved into the paddles had risen on her golden flesh. And, forced through the bars of the cross, her tits thrust out in a lewd display, nipples so swollen I’d had to touch her. Needed to put my mouth all over those hot buds.
With her moaning in ever more needy tones and my cock throbbing with such a desperate ache, I’d finally plowed into her.
I’d slammed inside of her from behind, riding her fine body with heat boiling in my balls through each deep stroke.
When I pulled out, she howled, “Don’t stop. Please, Arkady.”
My face contorted and, after releasing her from the restraints, I hauled her into my arms.
My mouth crashed over hers. I viciously claimed her lips, rippling my tongue against hers and groaning when her hands roamed up to my shoulders. Then I licked across her cheek to take her earlobe between my teeth. Clutching her heated ass, I tugged her head back with her hair wrapped around my wrist.
“Greedy wench,” I husked out. “You’ve already come once.”