Page 21 of Dancing With Desire

A wave of excitement runs through me as I place my hand on the doorknob, the cool metal distracting me from my racing thoughts. I open the door, and Victoria rushes past me, not even so much as a hello as she passes. Her perfume intoxicates me, and I briefly close my eyes to enjoy it before turning to face her.

She slides off her coat, hanging it on the stand. Her pencil skirt hugs her sleek figure, and her ivory blouse is tucked in neatly with a few buttons undone to show the swell of her breasts. Her eyes are full of heat and fire, but beneath that, she’s trying to hide that familiar look of pain and loss. It pulls at my heartstrings, and I ache to hold her. But I can tell she’s hanging on by a thread right now and I’m relieved she’s come to me. If I push her for anything she’s not ready to give, she’ll run.

She doesn’t say a word and avoids eye contact before making her way to the passage leading to the dungeon. My cock is already straining against my trousers as I admire the way her hips sway as she walks.

I look back to Marshall, who is still resting against the car, and he shrugs as if answering my unspoken question.He doesn’t know what made her want to come here.Closing the door, I head for the dungeon.

When I enter, she’s on her knees with her head dropped, in nothing but her ivory lace underwear. She’s ready to play and clearly doesn’t want to speak about what’s bothering her right now.

I hear her inhale sharply as I approach her. I don’t even need to touch her to have an effect, and I smirk as she breaks out in goosebumps.

I grip a hand in her hair and tug her head to look at me. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears in the soft light, and she averts her eyes. “Look at me, mykrasota,” I order, and she instinctively complies. “What is it you need?”

“Everything,” she says, her voice merely a whisper.

I make my way across to the dresser and pull out the blindfold. I need to take it easy with her. Not only is she fragile, but she’s carrying our child.

Tying the blindfold in place, I feel her body sag in relief as she exhales. I crouch down behind her, pressing my mouth to her ear. She automatically leans back against me, her body needing closer contact. I smile, relieved she feels the same. After today, she’ll realise how perfect we are together.

I unclip her bra, sliding the straps slowly down her arms and allowing it to drop to the floor. She tips her neck to one side, and I rain kisses along her delicate skin before gently grazing her earlobe between my teeth. She lets out a soft moan, and my cock twitches, straining for some form of release.

I release her and straighten, moving over to the cabinet and selecting a feather riding crop. When I brush it softly across her chest, she gasps. I notice her breasts are fuller, and I admire howher body is already beginning to change as she nurtures my child in her womb.

She moans in frustration. “Dmitry,” she whispers, her tone almost begging. She craves it harder, like we used to play before, but I can’t bring myself to, not in her delicate state.

She reaches up in an attempt to remove the blindfold, but I grab her wrist in time, halting her.

“Nuh-uh, mykrasota,” I scold, and her body sags.

“Dmitry, I came to you because I need relief. I don’t want this softly, softly bullshit. I crave pain, real pain,” she growls angrily.

“I am in control, mykrasota. And as your Master, I know exactly what you need.” I lean closer to her ear again. “But you are also pregnant, so let’s do things my way. You’ll get the same result.”

She pushes to her feet, shoving the blindfold up from her eyes. “Well, if you can’t give it to me, I’ll go elsewhere.” She pauses to think for a beat before adding, “To a sex club or something.” Her words instantly ignite a dark, feral feeling in the pit of my stomach. Thinking about her with someone other than me drives me crazy, and I roughly grab her chin.

“No one ever touches what’s mine,” I hiss.

She smirks, arching a brow. “Then show me . . . Sir,” she whispers.

My chest heaves with anger as I pull her closer, leaning in to take her lip between my teeth, biting it just enough to taste the metallic tinge of her blood. I lick at the small cut, and her tongue darts out, connecting with mine in a deep, hungry kiss. I grab a handful of her hair, tipping her head back and breaking the kiss.

“You want it rough, mykrasota?” She hums in delight as I pull harder. “Safe word?” I demand.

She stares into my eyes, and for a second, I see that connection we have. “Distraction . . . Sir.”

I spin her away from me and push her face into the mattress. Her backside is in the air, and I spank it hard, watching as her skin pinks instantly. She re-positions herself as another blow connects so she can keep steady on her feet. I feel the familiar sting on my palm and begin to relax.

“More,” she cries out. “Harder, Sir.”

I reach for the cat o’ nine tails from the bedside table, pulling it back and relishing in the swishing sound it makes right before it meets her backside. The crack of the whip has her shuddering, and she groans aloud. I pull it back and rain another three blows against her bright red skin. I drop it to the floor and pull her thong, ripping it from her body.

I press my hand between her legs and feel her juices coating her thighs. I nudge her foot with my own, opening her legs wider, then I slap my hand against her pussy. She jerks and shudders again, this time moaning with pleasure. I insert a finger, and the sound of her wetness makes me crave being inside her. The urge to feel her come on my cock is unbearable, but I need to focus on her needs right now. I pump a few times before she comes apart, crying out as she fists the sheets. She sags forward, crawling farther onto the bed. I suck my fingers clean, savouring the taste of mykrasota.

“You look fucking beautiful like this.” I use my hand to massage her juices into her skin. She rolls over, wincing when she tries to sit up.

“Careful, mykrasota. Let me tend to your wounds.”

She shakes her head and stands, grabbing her skirt and pulling it on. I can see she’s in pain when the material brushes over her backside, but she forces a smile before telling me, “No, I’m good, thank you.” She reaches for her bra, making quick work of fastening it on.

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