Page 30 of Cruel Bet

“Arms up,” he orders.

I hold my arms up high above my head and he inserts them into the cuffs, pulling them tight enough that I cannot pull myself free but not so tight as to pinch. He adjusts the length of the straps so that I’m pulled up to where I’m almost at the point of being on tiptoes. Being naked and bound like this shouldn’t feel right, and yet it does. I know who Nikolai is, what he’s capable of. Being at his mercy this completely is dangerous, and yet I trust him completely.

“Now, because you didn’t do as you were told, and you looked, I’m going to have to blindfold you,” he says, securing a soft black piece of material around my eyes and tying it securely.

My world goes dark, I can’t see a thing. Momentary panic sets in at being unable to move or see. “Nikolai… I don’t…”

“Shh, relax. Breathe.”

I do as he says, and soon I start to notice how, without my sight, all of my other senses seem enhanced. The tiny hairs on my body stand on edge as I become more aware of the air on my skin. Nikolai runs a finger along the curve of my waist and it feels like the most erotic, sensuous touch I’ve ever experienced. The masculine, oaky smell of him intensifies, and I can hear his breath. Although his voice sounds perfectly calm and in control, his breathing now betrays his arousal to my newly attuned ears. I feel my muscles relax, enjoying the new sensation now I’ve gotten used to it.

“Good girl,” Nikolai murmurs, clearly noticing it too.

He moves away from me and I feel his absence acutely. The awful thought that he might leave me tied up like this flits through my mind. But before it can take root, he’s back. I feel the delicate touch of a feather caressing the curves of my body. The touch is so light it’s agonizing. He trails the feather across my body, teasing it across my nipples and making them stand to attention. My lips part as I let out a breath. I’m aching for him to touch me.

“Tell me the information,” he says in a low, calm voice.

“I can’t,” I murmur.

The tantalizingly delicate touch of the feather is replaced by the sharp slap of a leather paddle. The juxtaposition causes me to cry out in surprise, but it isn’t unpleasant. In fact, it feels fucking good. Nikolai continues to tease me, alternating between the soft feather and the sting of the paddle. He hasn’t laid a hand on me, and my body is aching for his hands to touch me. I’m dripping wet and yet he hasn’t even laid a hand on me or gone anywhere near my pussy.

“Please,” I beg.

Though I’m not sure what I’m asking for. For him to stop? Definitely not. For more? Yes, though I don’t know if I can take it. For him to devour me? Absolutely.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he stops. I barely have time to catch my breath when I feel a new sensation. Vibrations along my skin. As before, he trails the toy along the curves of my body and across my nipples. The vibrations feel like there’s a direct link between my clit and my nipples. He trails it down to rest just above my mound and I quiver in anticipation.

The vibrations on my clit feel incredibly intense and I let out a moan. He pushes the tip of the vibrator inside my slit and it slides in easily. It’s not as big as Nikolai, so it doesn’t fill me as completely as him, but the vibrations and motions are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s not like I would have been able to get one of my father’s men to buy me sex toys after all.

“Oh fuck,” I moan.

“If you keep making sounds like that,kukolka,I might get jealous of a toy,” he growls.

He glides it in and out of me and I groan, pulling against the restraints. It feels amazing but I want more, I want him. The climax builds inside me and I’m almost about to fall over the edge.

“Nikolai, I’m gonna…”

He pulls it out, leaving me aching and desperate for the tantalizingly close orgasm I just missed.

“Ah, not yet,kukolka. You don’t get to cum until I say so. Now, are you going to tell me?” he says.

“Nikolai, it’s not…” I start, unable to think straight and lost for words.

He resumes working on me with the vibrator, again and again bringing me close and then stopping right as I’m about to climax. He still hasn’t touched me and I’m desperate to feel the warmth of his skin on mine.

“Nikolai please, I want you…” I beg.

I think he’s going to ignore me, or worse, stop altogether. But then he spreads my legs further apart, gripping my ass cheeks. I feel the length of his hard cock stroking between my legs, rubbing along my slit but not entering it. It feels amazing but I’m desperate to have him inside me. I let out another moan, biting my lip.

It’s frustrating that I cannot move my hands to guide him inside, to touch him, that he has all the control. I arch my back and grind against him.

He chuckles, “Such a greedy, eager girl for my cock. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. God yes,” I beg.

He thrusts into me, deep and hard, filling me. I let out a cry of pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, Nikolai.”

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