Page 58 of The Lazarov Bratva

“So… can you let me out now?” I’ve listened and agreed to his rules. There’s no way he’ll keep me in the cage, right?

“No.”

“What?” My mouth drops open. “But I…” The temptation to argue back swells hot and harsh inside me, but I catch myself quickly and swallow down the words like a sour pill. No backtalk. That was one of the rules.

Kristof almost looks amused for a moment.

“Alena, the rules are simple, but if you’re struggling, I have no problem with punishing you into submission.”

My mind floods with the memory of last night’s spanking when he held me down and slapped my ass while telling me how scared he had been. If that’s a punishment, I’m in a win-win scenario here. I almost want to push a little further to see if I can get that reaction, but I’m already on thin ice.

I press my lips together and remain silent. That light smirk reappears.

“You were a virgin, you said?” Kristof asks suddenly.

Warmth floods my cheeks once more, and I nod. “Yes–yes, Sir.”

“Are you sure? Your pussy was tight, but you moaned like a whore. You aren’t lying to me, are you?”

“No, Sir! You were my first, I swear.” My heart jumps. The thought of Kristof thinking I’m a liar alarms me more than anything else that’s happened. He is my first. My first everything.

“You said you will follow my rules,” he says, and he starts to pace in front of the cage. I can’t take my eyes off him, and there’s a brief yearning in my chest for Katja. I want to tell her that I was right, he does have tattoos all over his body and they’re as sexy as the ink on his arms. His shoulders bunch slightly as he walks slowly around the cage, and I keep my attention on him.

“Would you crawl for me?”

“Yes.”

“Suck my cock until you can’t breathe?”

I hesitate. I’ve never done anything like that before. My lips part, and my heart starts to race.

“Will you take it deep and value my cum over your own air?”

I know what answer he wants. “I’ll try,” I say after a moment. “But I’ve never done that before.”

Kristof taps his knuckles on one of the bars as he passes. “You’ll try, Sir.”

“Yes, sorry, Sir. I’ll try.” Just the thought of what his cock might taste like makes my mouth water. His own tongue against my pussy was incredible, and I want to make him feel good. After all, it’s part of the game, right? I follow these rules, do what he wants, and then he’ll be inside me where he belongs.

“Will you spread every hole for me? Beg to be filled by whatever I deem you deserve?”

“Every… every hole?” A different, shameful heat warms my cheeks and settles in my throat as I consider what he means. My pussy, my mouth, and my ass. Such a thought is so lewd, and the more I consider it, the more embarrassed I become. The shameful heat sweeps down my chest, and I bring my knees up to my chest.

“Every hole,” he repeats, “until you’re so swollen, so full of my cum that it consumes you. I’m not hearing the enthusiasm I expect.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say after a moment. My embarrassment and nerves at the unknown aren’t going to ruin this for me.

“Will you let me play with you until your pussy aches so much that you can’t walk and then still beg for more?”

“Yes, Sir,” slips from me before I can even register the full question, and the truth sings in my heart. That is what I want, and there’s no scenario in my mind where I would refuse that. Not after last night.

“I don’t believe you.” Kristof stops at the front of my cage once more, and my heart sinks.

When he turns to me, his eyes are dark and there’s a glint in them that surely should alarm me. Instead, it excites me.

“No trust, remember?”

A muted groan of frustration rises in me.

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