Page 24 of Dancing With Distraction

Once he’s secured my ankles, he steps away, and I try to turn to see what he’s doing.

“Did I say you could look at me, krasota?” he growls, and a swishing sound fills the air, followed by what feels like leather strings connecting with my back. My skin prickles, and I moan as it connects for a second time. “Answer me.” His voice is dominating, vibrating around the room and sending chills to my core.

“No, Sir,” I whisper.

“Louder,” he snaps, sending a third hit my way.

“No, Sir,” I grit out.

I’m rewarded with kisses where my skin is tingling, and I pull hard on the restraints, wanting to lean back into him. He chuckles at my efforts, and I growl in frustration because I can’t move. Pulling on the restraints again causes the leather to dig into my wrists, which only adds to the thrill. I close my eyes, enjoying the way the leather grips my skin like a vice, slowly slicing into my flesh, like when the blade meets my skin each time I cut. The realisation that this may help, just like he promised, envelopes me like a comforting blanket and I inhale sharply. “Again,” I growl, needing to feel the sting of the leather.

He grabs a handful of my hair at the scalp and tugs my head back. I hiss with pleasure. “You forgot one very important word, krasota.”

“Sir, please, again.” I’m begging, though I’m not ashamed because the need to feel his power is overwhelming.

“Good girl.” He rewards me with another lash of the whip and my body bucks against the frame.

My thighs are getting wetter with each strike, and I long for his touch, aching to have him inside me.

He releases my hair, instead taking me by the waist as he reaches down to unbuckle the restraints on my ankles followed by my wrists. I fall into his arms, and he cradles me against his lean, muscled body. I can feel his arousal as he lowers me to my feet.

He pinches my nipple hard, and I almost shatter into a thousand pieces. “On your knees,” he commands. I do it without a thought because having him control me like this is refreshing, allowing me to step away from my own mind and lose myself in his world. “Now, it’s time to wash out that filthy fucking mouth of yours.”

He unfastens his belt and releases his throbbing erection. I stare in horror, wondering how I will fit it in my mouth. He doesn’t give me time to deliberate as he grabs a fistful of my hair again and presses the head of his cock to my lips.

I open as wide as I can to accommodate him, and he slides himself into my mouth. I twist my tongue around his shaft, taking the base with my hand and gently squeezing. He hisses in satisfaction, letting his head fall back. After a few minutes, he glances down, watching as I suck him, and then he begins to move his hips, thrusting until he hits the back of my throat. I almost gag and I feel my eyes water as I choke, so I readjust myself, tilting my head back farther and relaxing.

I suck and lick until I feel his cock swell, and before I can pull back, he grips my head tighter, forcing himself to the back of my throat one last time then filling my mouth with his seed. I swallow as much as I can as he slowly moves back and forth, all the time letting small hisses of pleasure escape his sexy mouth.

He slides from my mouth and grabs me under the arms, pulling me to my feet. Then he kisses me with so much force, it sends my mind reeling. The heat quickly returns, reminding me I still need my own release. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. We stare at each other, his breathing laboured as his eyes drink me in, and I think I see pain etched there, but before I can speak, he parts my legs and applies a little pressure to my clit. I moan, quivering at his expert touch.

He pulls his hand away and pops the digit into his mouth. “Now, now, my krasota, it’s too soon for your pleasure.” I scowl as he continues. “You will not come until I allow you to. You will not touch yourself. You will not finish yourself off. You will wait until I give the command, is that clear?”

I stare in disbelief. He’s brought me to the cusp of what promised to be an explosive orgasm, only to leave me with a blue vulva. He’s staring with that stern look in his eye, waiting for me to reply, so I force a sarcastic smile. “Yes, Sir.” Prick, we’ll see about that.

I lean down to grab my nightie from the floor, but his hand slips between my legs, cupping my pussy. I close my eyes, trying to find the willpower to remain still and not rub against his hand to ease this ache he’s caused.

He releases me again, swatting my backside. “No cutting yourself,” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver. “Whenever you get that urge, call me.” I stare at him, conflicted. It’s a big ask and I’ve never tried to stop my urges, but what he’s offering feels better, so I nod. He must see the indecision in my expression, so he adds, “I’m serious, Victoria. This is non-negotiable. You will not cause harm to yourself or put yourself in danger.” I nod again, and he takes my hand and leads me to the bed. “I need to tend to your wounds before I take you home.” I lie face down on the bed with a sigh, wondering why this suddenly feels so heavy.

He takes his time tenderly washing each wound, and every time I wince, he pauses and places a delicate kiss on my back. It’s nice to experience this side of him.

Dmitry

Victoria is quiet as I sit her on the edge of the bed and gently pull her nightie on. “Are you okay?” I ask. It’s not usually in my nature to care, but I find the more time I spend in her company, the more I want to check on her. She gives a nod, and I place a finger under her chin and tilt her head back so she’s looking at me. “Words.”

“It’s a lot,” she admits, looking around the room.

I push down the impending panic, hoping she isn’t going to back out on me. “You did well. Have you ever tried anything like this before?”

She shakes her head. “But I liked it.” A blush creeps over her cheeks, and I itch to kiss her. “What does that say about me?”

Shame isn’t an unusual feeling after experiencing something like this, so I sit beside her on the bed. “It says you enjoy exploring your limits.”

“Do you think we’ll do this again?”

I press my lips together to stop the grin. “Yes, Victoria, we will do it again.”

She smiles, knotting her fingers together. “When?”

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