Page 29 of Dancing With Distraction

I march towards the dungeon, swinging the door open. She stills on my shoulder, almost as if she’s ready to comply, like she knows exactly what she needs despite her protests.

Slamming her onto the bed, I knock the wind from her. She tries to pull away when I make a grab for her ankle, but she isn’t fast enough and I take it, securing it to the bed frame in a permanently-fixed leather cuff.

She sits up and tries to grab the cuff to free herself, but I push her down more forcefully, clambering over her and straddling her waist. I take her wrists and pin them above her head. She’s out of breath from her explosion, and I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest, giving her a minute to calm down before I lean close to her lips, leaving just an inch between us. Her anger is instantly replaced by heat, and a small gasp escapes her.

I secure her wrists to each of the posts of the bed frame. She won’t be getting out of these anytime soon. She shivers beneath me as I glide down her body. I stand, taking her other ankle and securing it so she’s spread open for me. “Hmm, perfection. You won’t be going anywhere now, my krasota.”

She sighs in frustration, but I see lust in her eyes.

I turn to leave. She needs time to cool off and think about her bratty behaviour, and I need some distance before my plan goes out the window completely. Control is not something I’ve ever struggled with, but right now, with her laid out on my bed like that, I want nothing more than to take what my body so desperately craves.

“Where the fuck are you going?” she screams, her anger suddenly back as she pulls on the restraints.

I turn to look at her briefly, giving her a small smirk as I flick off the light. Then, without another word, I exit the room, locking the door behind me. If she does manage to free herself, at least she won’t be able to destroy any more of my house. I place the key in my pocket and rest my head against the door. This woman may actually be the death of me.

There’s just something about Victoria that challenges me in every way possible. When I discovered Vivian was at Harrods earlier today, I knew it could hinder our arrangement and I wouldn’t risk it ending before it even started. I’d already decided I’d punish her this evening after her little video, but taking her from the street gave me a chance to stop her questions. And I know she has them—she’s too curious to just drop it.

Tori

The only sound filling the room is my laboured breathing. I pull on the restraints again, testing them for some give, but Dmitry hasn’t made the same mistake twice. I’m going nowhere, and right now, I’m not sure if that scares or fucking excites me. What does that make me, when being bundled into a car, chased through a house, and tied to a bed thrills me?

I bite my own lip, drawing blood. The metallic taste fills my mouth and I close my eyes, savouring it. Calming instantly, I enjoy the only piece of control I have right now.

Tonight’s antics flick through my mind and I grin to myself. At least I gave him a good fight, even if the outcome was the same.

My mother always said I was a stubborn bitch, just like my father, so at least I can thank him for something, right? They’d displayed to everyone that we were the perfect family, but no one knew what went on behind closed doors.

I close my eyes again and take some deep, calming breaths. If I have to be here, I’ll be damned if I make it easy on him. He’s left me in complete darkness, so all my other senses are heightened. It’s all part of his sick, fucked-up game.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been in here before the door opens, letting in a slither of light from the hallway and causing me to squint at the sudden brightness.

His dominating figure fills the doorway as he leans against the frame, taking me in. Watching like a predator stalks its prey. I can just make out that he’s not wearing a shirt as the light casts a shadow around him.

He pushes off the frame and stalks towards me, his muscles bunching as he moves slowly. My breathing hitches in anticipation of what he’s going to do next.

His hand hovers over my thigh, and I close my eyes, waiting for his touch. When the warmth of his fingers trails along my skin, I sigh. His movement is painfully slow, and I try to lean into his touch, but he pulls away. My eyes fly open, feeling cold from the loss.

I watch him through hooded eyes. He opens the top drawer by the bed and retrieves a pair of scissors. I frown, and as he brings them closer, a hint of panic forms in my chest, wondering what he plans to do. He takes my blouse and begins to cut it, snipping at the sleeves first, working his way up the front and removing it effortlessly.

“What the fuck, Dmitry? That was a two-hundred-pound blouse.” I writhe against the restraints, and he grins at me. He’s fucking deranged.

“Maybe if you had been a good girl, I would’ve allowed you to remove it yourself.” I throw my head back in frustration. I can’t believe this prick has just destroyed a shirt that took me months to save up for.

He snips the bra, releasing my breasts, and groans with appreciation. Next, he snips away at the skirt, being sure to leave just my thong in place.

He stands back, admiring his handiwork, and I shudder under his watchful gaze. “Are you ready to behave yourself like a good little submissive?” He stalks around the bed to the other side, gliding his fingers up the inside of my thigh but stopping just before he reaches my sweet spot. I moan in disappointment. “I asked you a question, my krasota,”

I turn my face away, ignoring him, knowing I’ll receive a punishment, but right now, that’s what I crave.

Cold leather connects with my thigh, and I wince before grinning at him. If he thinks he’s in control now, he’s sorely mistaken.

“Victoria . . .” I glare at him with a mischievous grin. He grabs something off the side as I watch him suspiciously. He takes my breast and places a cold metal clip on my nipple. It pinches the sensitive area, sending a rush down to my core and chills through my body. As he does the same to my other nipple, I feel the wetness seeping out from between my legs.

“I have some very important questions for you, Victoria, and your answers will determine how long I make you wait to come apart on my cock.”

A wave of excitement rushes through me at his dirty mouth, and I bite my lip, knowing it will have the desired effect on Dmitry. The grasp on the black leather paddle tightens in his hand as he brings it down, connecting with my thigh for a second time. It’s the sting I crave, and I know I need more, like an addict desperate for their next fix.

He pulls slightly on the nipple clamps, causing me to arch off the bed. The sensation makes my clit throb, and I bite down on my lip to stop the moan that threatens to escape.

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