Page 47 of The Arrangement

And then, in a moment of pure control, he reaches around me, giving my rear a hard swat. I gasp, that now familiar mixture of pleasure and pain running through me. My pussy clenches, my panties already soaked.

“I’m the one giving the orders here, my dear.” His eyes flick behind me, to the four-post bed. “Go to the bed. Lie down on your back.”

Something about his tone makes him irresistible, his commands making my heart race. I do as he asks, walking slowly, letting him savor the sight of my nakedness. Once at the side of the bed, I lay down slowly on it.

Maksim approaches, standing at the side. He looks me up and down. With a jerk of his head, he tells me, “Grab the posts behind you.”

I do, and he opens a bedside drawer and takes out a rope made of black fabric, which he uses to bind my wrist to the posts, one after another. He ties the fabric expertly, making sure I’m good and bound, but not tying it tightly enough to hurt. Once my wrists are secured, he does the same to my ankles.

It’s strange. I’m totally restricted, which you’d think would make me freak out, make me want to get free as soon as I could. But instead, I feel something different. I feel a surrender that excites me beyond what I thought possible.

Maksim rolls up his sleeves as he approaches the end of the bed. Once there, he put his hands on his hips and grins.

“Now, devushka – are you ready to begin?”

Chapter 24

Tory

I’m ready. So goddamn ready I can hardly think straight. My whole body is tingling with excitement, and all I want is for Maksim to take me, to claim me.

His eyes trail up and down my naked body as he makes his way slowly, ever so slowly, like the world is operating on his time, over to me. Once he’s at the side of the bed, he tears my panties off with the simplest, effortless tug.

I gasp and grin. “What would you say if I told you those were one of my favorite pairs?”

He shoots a grin of his own back at me. “I’d tell you your panties are the last thing that should be on your mind when you’re with me.”

My tightens with excitement upon hearing these words. The effect that this man has on me is undeniable and irresistible. Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait for long. He reaches forward with his right hand and gets it between my thighs. He squeezes the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, moving up until he reaches my center. I close my eyes, focusing on the sensation of him spreading me open, his fingertip finding and teasing my clit.

“Oh… oh…” The words slide out of me and I start squirming.

“Tell me how it feels when I touch you like this, devushka. How does it make you feel to know that whatever happens now, happens because I say so?”

I groan harshly, unable to focus on anything but his touch, the heaviness of his voice, and the way it adds fuel to my inner fire. The more I listen, the more he touches me, the closer I feel to the inevitable conclusion of a devastating orgasm, of a mindless, incredible release that only he can give me.

“I can bring you to the edge of pleasure and leave you there, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”

He’s right. Maksim has proven himself to be a total tease. He increases the tempo of the slow circles he makes around my swollen nub, the flesh now soft and tender and insanely receptive. There’s no doubt in my mind he’s well aware of exactly how to touch a woman to make her feel this way, to bring her to the brink of release and hold her for as long as he wants.

“What should I do, devushka?” He slides a finger inside me, making me squirm even more, the pleasure feeling like a spiral into which I’m falling deeper and deeper and deeper. “Do you wish to speak up? Or are you a little occupied?”

The pleasure is so intense by this point that I can barely think straight. All the same, part of me wants to smack him for being such a tease. God, he knows just how to push my buttons and has zero compunctions about playing me like a fiddle.

“You look like you’re not in a mood to make decisions.”

He’s right. I’m moaning, twitching, quivering, thrashing at the restraints, ravaged by the intensity of what he’s doing to me. While Maksim is certainly enjoying himself, I’m damn near close to begging him for my sweet release. The closer I get to the edge, the harder it is for me to control my most primal impulses as liquid heat trickles down my thighs.

“Allow me to make it for you.”

He gives me the release I crave. His fingers still working in and out of me, he applies just the right amount of pressure on my clit with his thumb. I come hard and crying out his name, the orgasm rushing through my body, my back arching, an oh… FUCK! exploding from the depths of my lungs.

“MAX! Oh, MAX, yes, baby, YES!”

It’s hard to leave this single spot of sweet nothingness that I’ve soared into. Everything is white and warm, my pussy rippling and pulsating as I feel his fingers slide out of me. I’m suddenly abandoned and compelled to open my eyes, to return into the present moment.

“Wonderful,” he says. “You’re a beautiful woman. But you’re even more beautiful when you come. Touching you like this… I have to admit I’m somewhat selfishly motivated – it gives me the best view.”

I catch my breath, my chest rising and falling. “Please Maksim,” I say. “I need you inside me.”

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