Page 40 of Escaping the Bratva

Sasha

I lie on my back on the bed as V takes off his clothes. My eyes linger over his naked body. Every inch of him is a symbol of the hard work he’s put in over the years. The muscles he’s sculpted and the scars that I still haven’t asked him about, all of it represents his time when he was away from me.

“Spread your legs,” he commands. Desire bubbles in my stomach as I follow his instructions. I slide my feet over the comforter so that I’m completely open to him. I don’t feel shy or self-conscious because, with V, it just feels like I’m coming home.

He inhales a sharp breath, and I decide to push him a little bit more. I use two fingers to rub circles around my clit. His dick seems to get harder, if that’s even possible.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, kitten.”

I let out a moan and his control snaps. He grabs both of my hands and pulls them over my head.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes piercing through me. Do I trust V? After all this time and the situation we’re currently in, do I trust him? I nod my head.

He grins. “Say it.”

I swallow. “I trust you. Even when it doesn’t make sense for me to…I do.”

He stares at me a moment longer, and I know something has shifted between us. Twelve years ago, we were both kids just trying to do what we thought was right. Now I know that I get to decide what is right or wrong for me, not everyone else, and at this moment, being with him feels right. I’ve spent too many years letting society decide that for me.

He moves his hips slightly, causing his dick to rub between my folds. It feels so fucking good. He loosens his grip on my wrist for a minute to pull out the drawer on his bedside table. I hear metal click together before I see the handcuffs. I can’t help the fear that knots in my stomach.

“You said you trusted me,” he reminds me, the bass of his voice bouncing off the walls.

“Yeah, but…”

“Give control of your body to me. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just me and you.”

Control. Something I’ve always held onto with an iron fist. He’s asking me to give it up in the most intimate way.

“Okay,” I whisper. He leans down and kisses my neck, causing goosebumps to spread over me. He rolls his hips up so his dick slides across my clit over and over again. My nipples harden against his naked body. I hear the click of the handcuffs before I even realize he’s put them on me. Now my arms are stretched above my head, with my wrists secured to the headboard. He reaches in the drawer again, and my heartbeat picks up in anticipation. I don’t get a good look before he moves something between my legs. He places the vibrator right on my clit, and I instantly pull at the cuffs.

“Sh…shit,” I sputter. He lets out a light chuckle against my neck. My body feels like it’s about to explode. I want to touch him, grab him, but all I can do is be at his mercy.

“My kitten likes that, huh?” he whispers in my ear.

“Please,” I beg him even though I have no idea what I’m begging for. He moves his head from my neck to look directly at me.

“Please what?” He fakes confusion.

My legs start to shake. “I’m about to—”

The vibrator is gone. I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him.

“Please what?” he asks again, that arrogant fucking smile on his face.

“Just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he says, quoting The Princess Bride, which I forced him to watch with me several times in college.

He puts the vibrator back where it was and enters me at the same time. I feel fuller than I ever have. I’m already on the edge of orgasm.

“You feel so fucking good,” V groans as he thrusts into me. A light coat of sweat covers his perfect body. He balances the vibrator on my clit and uses both his hands to hold my legs open as he thrusts, taking his pleasure. Something about that turns me on like nothing else. My orgasm builds again, and this time, I don’t give him a chance to pull away because I don’t give a warning before my walls clamp around him. My body shakes as waves of pleasure crash over me. He grips my legs tighter, and I realize I’ve been trying to close them. The toy is suddenly too much against my sensitive clit.

“V,” I panic, moving my hips to try to escape the over stimulation.

“One more time.”

“No, I can’t.”

His eyes narrow on me. “Trust me.”

It takes all the strength I have to relax my body.

V groans and starts to move faster. The headboard bangs against the wall so hard, I’m scared it will cause a dent. As predicted, my orgasm starts to build again. He waits until I come for the second time before emptying himself inside of me.

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