Page 18 of Embrace of the Russian Tiger

"Maxim..." I whispered, unsure of what I was even asking for but knowing that I needed him in a way that made my pulse quicken and my body tremble.

As his piercing gaze met mine, I sensed the inner turmoil and conflict raging within him. It was like a storm brewing beneath his composed exterior. And with one swift motion, he unclasped his belt and removed it, unleashing the last shred of restraint he had left.

His rough hands were on me again, pulling me closer as if the distance between us was unbearable. His voice was commanding and urgent as he ordered me to strip naked and lie down on the bed, spreading my legs for him. I couldn’t resist his demand, my body already betraying me with its uncontrollable desire. As I undressed, our eyes locked in an intense gaze, the heat between us palpable. I boldly sucked on my finger and slid it inside myself, watching as Maxim's throat tightened and he swallowed hard. In that moment, I knew I had gained the upper hand.

"Get on the bed now," he whispered hoarsely. Without hesitation, I stretched out on the soft sheets and parted my legs as far as they would go. The walls of my throbbing core pulsed with need and my clitoris felt like it was on fire.

I could feel Maxim's breath against my skin as he hovered above me. His lips trailed lower down my body, his touch sending electric shocks through every nerve ending. He teased me with kisses just above my waistband, causing my body to arch off the bed in anticipation.

"You don't know what you're asking for," he rasped, his voice barely audible but laced with desperation. Was he trying to warn me or himself about what was about to happen?

"I don't care," I panted, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer towards where I needed him most.

That was all it took.

With a guttural growl, Maxim discarded the final barrier between us and his mouth was on me once again. But this time, he was lower, his hot breath teasing my thighs. He gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place as the intensity of his desireconsumed us both. It was a raw and primal act, with no trace of gentleness.

I had expected to feel overwhelmed or even frightened, but instead, I felt powerful. For the first time in weeks, I had Maxim at my mercy, unraveled and out of control. He had always held all the power in our relationship, dictating every aspect of my life. But now, as his skilled tongue worked its magic on me, I realized that I, too, had power.

And it was intoxicating.

Maxim's movements were precise and deliberate, each touch sending waves of pleasure through my body that had me gasping for air, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath me. He knew exactly what he was doing, and there was something maddeningly arousing about how he controlled my body even now - making me unravel beneath him, while I desperately clung onto whatever shred of control I had left.

I could feel myself teetering on the edge, the tension building within me until it was almost unbearable. My entire body trembled, and my breath came in ragged gasps as Maxim pushed me closer to the brink. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped.

A frustrated whimper escaped my lips as I craved more and begged for release. But Maxim wasn’t finished with me yet. He leaned over me again, pressing his body against mine and whispering hotly in my ear.

"I control you," he growled possessively, his voice rough and commanding. "Every part of you. Don't ever forget that."

His words should have ignited a raging fire inside me, but instead they acted as gasoline, fueling the inferno of need and desire that had been building within. I wanted to fight back; to tell him he didn't have power over me, that I was my own person. But in that moment, he did control me. Every breath, every heartbeat, every pulse of pleasure belonged to him.

Maxim's body moved with a primal ferocity as he positioned himself between my legs, his eyes blazing with hunger as he looked down at me. I was looking at his penis, admiring it. It was perfect. The length, the girth. Everything about it was so smooth. I squeezed it in my hand but suddenly Maxim slapped my hand away. He turned me around and put me in a doggie style position and then entered me with one forceful thrust, sending a shockwave through my body that made me cry out in ecstasy. The intensity of it all consumed me as I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin. There was no tenderness, only raw passion and desire driving us both to the edge.

Maxim's grip on my hips tightened as he pulled me closer, deeper, and I surrendered myself completely to him. He was fucking me from behind, moving faster and faster and I couldn’t help but start screaming.

“Shut up,” he told me. “Do not make a sound.” And then he placed a ball in my mouth and locked it from behind. My eyes became wide. Tears started dripping but I did not question anything. I wanted this. I really did. I was a bad girl.

Maxim's thrusts inside of me grew more forceful, the sound of his hips slapping against my butt cheeks echoing through the room. My blood was boiling, consumed by the intense connection between us. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the heat and tension coursing through our bodies. I struggled to catch my breath as all my focus was on the sensation of him moving inside of me. I was getting closer and closer to the sweet release.

He walked around me, his erect penis now in front of my face. He jerked it a few times before releasing his hot semen all over my face. "You are not allowed to come, today," he said firmly. "I will tell you when. But not now, princess.” As he took out the gag ball out of my mouth, he brushed his hand against my cheek gently.

I was speechless.What a jerk.

The silence between us was deafening, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. I searched his face for any sign of what he was thinking, but found nothing but an unreadable mask. The fire that had burned between us moments ago now reduced to smoldering ashes.

I wanted to speak, to demand answers to the questions that had been plaguing me. But fear and uncertainty kept the words locked in my throat.

Maxim stood up and began to dress, his back turned to me. The tension grew with each passing second until he finally turned to face me, his expression hard and cold once again.

"This changes nothing," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion. "You're still mine, Anna. Don't forget that."

And with that, he left the room, leaving me alone with the weight of what had just happened.

CHAPTER 10

The sun's rays slashed through the tall windows, casting a blinding light on the grand mansion. I sat on the edge of my bed, the empty space next to me a constant reminder of Maxim's absence. My heart was heavy with a cold emptiness, his touch still lingering on my skin like a brand.

I wanted to scream in frustration. Last night was supposed to be different, a moment of connection amidst all the chaos and control. But it was just another sick game he played with me as his pawn. He didn't care about my pleasure, only using it as a tool to punish me. And yet, despite it all, I still craved him. The thought anguished me - how he could still have this hold over me, make me want him even though he treated me like trash.

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