Page 36 of Dancing With Delusion

I wait silently in the shadows, observing her, waiting for her breathing to even out. And with the amount of alcohol she’s consumed, I’m not waiting for long before her light snores fill the room.

Bringing the controller out of my pocket, I smirk as I turn the vibrating egg on, letting the slow hum do its job. Her eyes shoot open the second I up the pressure. Her back arches off the bed, and she groans in satisfaction as she thrashes her head from side to side.

The blanket slides from her body, revealing her perfection. She writhes on the bed, her breathing becoming erratic as she edges closer and closer to another climax.

“Dmitry,” she pleads, but it’s no use, not unless she uses her safe word.

I approach her, noticing the sweat beading on her skin. She stares at me for a second, the eye contact intense, and then she suddenly closes her eyes and throws her head back in ecstasy.

Taking some nipple clamps from my pocket, I attach them to her erect nipples. The added pressure is enough to send her spiralling over the edge, and she pulls on the restraints, growling through another body-shaking orgasm.

I turn off the love egg, leaning down to her ear and nipping the lobe between my teeth. She whimpers at the slight contact. “Dmitry, please,” she begs.

“Will you allow anyone to touch what’s mine again, Victoria?” I whisper softly against her ear before moving back to watch her expression.

Her eyes are pleading with me, but as my words hit her, they’re alight with a spark of defiance. Her jaw ticks and her eyes narrow. “Will you stop allowing that witch to touch what’s mine?” She flops her head back against the pillow and closes her eyes.

I give a small, unamused laugh. “That’s okay, my krasota. I’m happy to watch you come for me a thousand times. I won’t tire of it.”

She opens one eye and licks her lips seductively. “I will never give in, Dmitry. You will never break me.”

I wait until she drifts back off to sleep before bringing the love egg back to life, watching as she thrashes on the bed, tugging at the restraints. They will be digging into her flesh by now, the bite adding to the intensity of her orgasms.

“Fuck, Dmitry,” she screams as yet another orgasm rips through her body. I watch her in admiration, my stubborn krasota taking everything I offer her willingly. She’s fucking perfect. She growls in frustration as the last couple hours are clearly catching up with her, along with her hangover, I suspect.

“Are you ready to use your safe word, Victoria?”

“Please, Dmitry, I don’t know how much more I can take,” she admits.

“That isn’t your safe word.” She narrows her eyes and sighs heavily, closing her eyes once again.

Her gentle snores fill the room minutes later, and I smirk to myself.

It’s been hours since we came into the dungeon and started this torturous game of power. Victoria falls to sleep, and I wake her with yet another orgasm, all without my touch, which I know she’s desperate for. She’s exhausted but still refuses to submit, and I’m not one for giving up so easily either.

I wake her this time by dripping hot wax over her nipples. She hisses at the contact, waking with a start.

I remove the egg, and she whimpers, only managing to move her head slightly in relief.

I lift the vibrating rabbit from beside her on the bed, and she side-eyes it. It’s usually a toy she enjoys, but I know her body is already exhausted, so I’m excited to see if this is the point at which she breaks.

She begins to pull on the restraints in protest, and I grin at her menacingly.

She nibbles her bottom lip as I coat the vibrator in her own juices, the sheets below her soaked from her multiple climaxes. Switching the rabbit on, I rub it against her clit, and her back once again arches off the bed. “I can’t. I’m too sensitive,” she cries as she thrashes around.

I place my hand upon her abdomen, stopping her erratic movements. “Safe word, Victoria?” I cock my eyebrow, but the look of determination she offers back tells me she won’t relent.

She slams her mouth closed, biting on the inside of her cheek to silence her whimpers.

“Very well,” I state, as I move the vibrator to her entrance and slide it in. The rabbit ears massage her sensitive bud, and I’m certain this is no longer as pleasurable for her. “That’s it, my greedy girl, take it all,” I praise her.

She pulls hard on the leather restraints then stiffens before screaming my name. She gushes all over my hand, the wetness adding to the already soaked sheets. I hum my approval, removing the vibrator as her body goes limp.

I bring my fingers up to her lips. “Taste your release, my krasota.” She sucks them greedily, her eyes not leaving my own.

My phone dances across the bedside table, and I snatch it up. “What?” I bark into it, watching as Victoria closes her eyes.

Vivian’s whiny shrill fills me with dread. “Dmitry, I have an issue which requires your immediate attention.”

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