“So, what do you say?” he prompts, his eyes flaring with sadistic power, already knowing he has won.
I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing it too. “Please let me come,” I mutter so quietly I think he won’t hear it over the slick sound of his fingers pumping between my legs.
“Again!” he demands with a force that has my eyes flying open. “Look at me while you beg me, and speak up.”
I swallow hard and breathe through my nose as I try to calm the erratic panic stirring inside me.
“Please let me come,” I blurt.
“Let me come,what?”
I close my eyes and steel myself with a long breath before facing my own humiliation by staring into Mikhail’s demanding eyes. “Please let me come...” I shudder and add the last word, “Sir.”
A smile spreads across his features, crinkling the corners of his eyes and creating dimples in his cheeks. It should be utterly charming, but nothing will erase the sadistic cruelty that flickers deep in his dark eyes.
He pumps his fingers hard a few more times, and the unwelcome need grows inside me. But only a little, and the defeat thrumming throughout my system drowns it out. Not daring to go against him, I close my eyes and try to focus on the pleasure. But it doesn’t work. There’s no way this static finger-fucking will make me come.
I open my eyes and glance between him and the stone wall.“I—I can’t come like this.” I flinch as the words leave my mouth, expecting some kind of reproach.
One of his straight brows shoots up in an amused curve. “You thought I was trying to make you come like this? You really are an inexperienced little one, aren’t you?”
I make a confused shake of my head. He’s right—the wildest thing I did before Nikolai was the sixty-nine position. But how can he know? Does my sexual innocence linger on me like a stigma?
“Don’t worry. We won’t be able to say that once I’m through with you.” He seems to muse on the words, and his tongue darts out to lick his lower lip as his eyes become unfocused for a moment. When he notices my confusion, he adds, “I’m just considering how I should start out.”He studies my face as if searching for the answer there. “Maybe we should do it the easy way—get it over with so you can catch some sleep. You’ll need your strength tomorrow.”
Before I can respond, he leans forward and wraps his hand around my throat in a tight grip.
My eyes go wide with terror as the heel of his hand rests against my windpipe. He doesn’t press, but the threat is right there, hovering, waiting to be released.
“Let’s see if this will do the trick.” He flexes his hand on my neck, gripping it harder, while he adjusts his hand in my pussy, angling two fingers upward and pressing his thumb to my clit.
Everything flips in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, my entire body pulses with need. And alarm. All he has to do is flick the right switch, and he knows just where to find it.
“Oh, yes.” His expression lights up as he reads the effect in my wide eyes and clenching pussy.
“Please don’t,” I say, but the last word becomes a gasp as he moves his hand inside me, working his fingers against my g-spot and rubbing my clit.
Sensation shoots through my nerve endings with a force that sends me bucking off the mattress. He tightens his grip around my throat, just enough to let me feel the pressure on my windpipe without taking my breath.
It sends me straight back to Nikolai and the staggering orgasm he gave me as he choked me. It’s the same deadly cocktail of fear and pleasure that has my world tilting on its axis now.
I fight the orgasm—try to keep my focus on my unforgiving surroundings. The nightmare that has consumed me in the blink of an eye. But it’s no use. Mikhail has already set it rolling, and my breaths speed up as tension coils through my body. All I can do is close my eyes and imagine Nikolai as pleasure shoots through my veins, pounds in my heart, and curls my toes.
A long cascade of moans erupts from my throat, deep and lustful. I jerk on the mattress and press my throat into the hand around my neck. All thoughts evaporate as I succumb to an orgasm as staggering as any of the ones Nikolai has given me.
“Hmm,” a deep voice hums, and when I open my eyes, my world shatters once again.
There’s no Nikolai. No bright sunlight. Noscent of an earthy cologne. There’s just my captor, the dusty scent of old rocks, and the four bare walls shutting me off from the world.
“That was easier than I thought.” Mikhail gets up, cuts the ropes on my feet, and attaches manacles to my ankles. “No touching your cunt without permission.” He tugs at my wrists to check if I can reach between my legs, and sure enough, they only reach my chest. “We’ll fix something more comfortable tomorrow.”
I don’t even try to process his words. I just stare blankly at the ceiling as he puts his shirt back on, unable to cope with the twisted reality surrounding me.
Numbness has taken residence in my mind and body. I can barely think. It’s nearly blissful, and I’m ready to shut my eyes and let sleep claim me in its restful arms when Mikhail is about to leave.
But the last thing he does breaks me again, spearing through the void and opening a crack to all the grief and desperation I can’t bear to confront.
“I almost forgot.” He shoves something plush under my arm, making the shackles rattle as he goes.