Page 31 of Cruel Bet

The fact that I still can’t see him heightens my senses, allowing me to feel everything. He stays completely still, not moving. Simply filling me completely but not fully giving me what I want. I try to grind myself back and forth on him, but the restraints mean I can’t move. Feeling him inside me, thepressure against my G-spot, but not getting the release I need is an exquisite torture.

He moves his hands around to tease and play with my nipples before stroking my clit. I can hear his breathing, controlled yet labored, and I know it’s taking an incredible amount of willpower for him to not move inside me. He wants it as much as I do.

I hear the vibrator click on again and he rubs it along my clit sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. I moan and cry.

“Please, Nikolai.”

“Do you want to cum?” he growls.

“Yes. Please, yes,” I beg.

“Will you tell me what I need to know?” he demands.

“Yes, soon,” I promise.

At this moment I’d have promised anything. I only hope he’s enjoying this as much as I am and that soon doesn’t have to come too quickly.

Apparently, he’s satisfied with my answer for now as he finally starts to move, thrusting slowly inside me, still holding the vibrator against my clit. He begins to increase his pace and the toe-curling orgasm that’s been desperate to be released starts to build inside of me again.

“Nikolai, I’m gonna cum,” I cry.

He thrusts harder and faster, grunting and moaning alongside me. “Fuck,kukolka,you feel so fucking good. Cum for me.”

I shatter. Breaking into a million pieces as the orgasm rips through me. He reaches climax at the same time and I feel him pumping inside me. He lets out a growl of pleasure.

“Fuck,” we both pant at the same time.

I decide then, that I’m not going to tell him what I know anytime soon. His way of trying to get it out of me is far too pleasurable. I want more.

Chapter 19

Nikolai

When I first took Arianna into the room I had set up for her in my New York apartment five days ago, I could tell she was more than a little intimidated. In the bedroom, there was an array of sex toys, lingerie, handcuffs, a swing, lubes, and plenty of other fun exquisite torture devices for me to use on her. I might have agreed with Kimiko to take Arianna out of the house, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun while I was at it. She tried her way. Now I was going to try mine.

Arianna soon got over her trepidation and embraced the sweet torture I had in mind for her, and we have been locked away in the apartment since then. Five incredible days of fucking. Of course, we’ve had to eat and sleep in between, and with the sexual tension between us finally being released, we’ve been getting along better than ever.

But she still won’t tell me the information about her father. She’s got quite the resolve. If the thought of hurting her didn’t make me want to tear people limb from limb, I’d have considered trying actual torture by now. But if I’m being honest with myself, I’m having too much fun to be too worried.

Every time we fuck, I’m hungry for more.

She’s insatiable. Incredible. Mine.

We’re in the playroom, panting and sweaty from our latest session, lying down on the bed. Arianna gets up before heading into the bathroom. I’m just toying with the next waythat I can torture her when Arianna surprises me. She walks back into the room, dressed in an incredibly sexy lingerie set.

I can see her perfect rosebud pert nipples standing to attention through the black lace bra and her slim waist is highlighted by the suspender belt that attaches to her stockings. The only thing missing is her panties. Her perfect pussy is exposed, bare in all its glory. My cock instantly springs to attention, beginning to harden again.

“I think you forgot something,” I say.

“Did I?” she giggles, knowing full well the effect she’s having on me.

Before I can go over and ravage her, she walks toward the bed. She climbs up, straddling me.

“I think it’s my turn to tease you,” she says with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“That’s not how this works,” I reply with a grunt.

“No?” she asks, tilting her head and pouting playfully as she slowly slides down the length of me, taking me inside her wet and ready entrance.

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