Page 35 of Dancing With Delusion

“It wasn’t—” I slap her arse. My hand stings at the contact, and her cheek changes a deep shade of red.

“The only answer I want to hear from you, my krasota, is ‘no, Sir’.” I make my way over to my favourite restraints. I run my hand along the collection, stopping at the spreader bar.

“No, Sir,” she barely whispers.

I tap her feet with my foot, indicating for her to spread her legs. Being in her heels will only add to the strain she’s about to feel in her legs. She does as she’s told—if only she could always follow instructions with such ease—and I kneel between her legs, strapping the bar into place. I trace my fingers up her smooth legs, stopping just before I reach her sweet spot. She inhales sharply, anticipating a touch that won’t come.

I move behind her and press my palm to her back so she bends forward, displaying her backside for me. “Don’t move,” I bark out, running my hand gently across her arse before connecting another short, sharp slap. A small moan escapes her lips as I secure her hands in the restraints attached to the spreader bar. I lock them and place the key in my pocket.

“Krasota, do you remember your safe word?” She doesn’t answer, determined to show me her defiant side once again.

I don’t react, instead reaching across to grab the butt plug I picked out especially and lubricating it generously. It’s bigger than we’ve used before. “Safe word,” I shout, causing her to jump.

“Distraction,” she whispers, the word hanging heavily in the air.

“Good girl,” I praise as I press my finger against her puckered hole. “You will need it, Victoria. I’m making it my challenge to break you for allowing another man to lay his hands on what is mine. For defying me again and losing your security detail. For generally pissing me off.”

“Fuck you, Dmitry,” she spits. I smirk. My little firecracker is back. I’m going to enjoy every minute of this.

I place the butt plug against her back entrance, easing it into place. She hisses as it slips in with only slight resistance. I take the remote from the side, switching it on. The butt plug comes to life, and she groans. “Will you allow another man to touch you again, my krasota?” I demand, turning up the power.

“I SAID FUCK YOU,” she screams.

I snatch the flogger from the wall, immediately connecting it with her backside. I watch the welts appear instantly, which brings me great satisfaction and stirs my cock to life.

She moans as her legs begin to tremble and her backside tenses, clenching the butt plug tighter.

“Fuck!” she spits as she tries to gain control of the orgasm that’s slowly ripping through her.

As she comes down, panting and shuddering, I make my way over to the corner of the room and sit on the lounger, watching her attentively.

She lifts her head in an attempt to observe me, but it’s no use. My restraints have her right where I want her.

I slide up the power on the device, and her head drops back down. Her breathless pants tell me she’s fighting against the second orgasm, but I hold all the power here.

I lower the vibration, and she sags in relief. Her feeling of elation doesn’t last when I turn it right back up to its strongest setting. Her body shakes violently, and she screams. The sound vibrates around the room, and I’m mildly appeased by her unease. Now, she knows how I felt the entire day while we searched for her.

I approach her while she rides out her second wave. She’s so lost, she’s unaware I’m near and jumps when I lean down to whisper in her ear. “You wanted an orgasm, did you not, my krasota?”

“Yes,” she purrs.

“Sir,” I shout, and she jumps again.

“Yes, Sir.”

I lean down, removing the restraints from her wrists, noting how her legs quiver as I remove the bar. She rubs her wrists as she stands, her face flushed as she reaches for me. I step away from her touch, causing her to frown.

“Your punishment isn’t over, my krasota. You will not touch me, do you understand?” Her brows furrow, and she almost looks hurt. She needs to know who holds the cards right now. “You gave me your permission, no?” When she stares blankly, I add, “You said not to punish Marshall but to meet you in the dungeon.”

Realisation passes over her face. “Yes, Sir,” she says softly, and I wonder if she regrets saying those words now.

“On the bed,” I order, and she follows through without any backchat, which should please me, but now, I miss her fire.

I crawl over her, and she arches her back, trying to gain some contact but failing. I secure her hands to the restraints on either side of the posts. Taking a love egg from the side, I suck on it before inserting it into her wet pussy. Her thighs are damp from her orgasms, and I run my fingers over her skin, collecting her juices and then sucking my fingers clean, savouring her taste. This is now torture for me too. I want nothing more than to sink inside her and put this whole argument to rest.

I reach for the blanket covering her body. “Now, sleep, my krasota.” She goes to protest, but I place my hand over her mouth to silence her. “Sleep. It’s going to be a long night.”

I make my way back to the lounger, watching her through hooded eyes with a painfully hard cock.

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