Page 48 of Take Me

My heart speeds up to a frantic rhythm that makes my chest shake as I stare up at the dark promise in his bright blue eyes.

He spits again, and I pant hard at the dirty feeling of his saliva trickling down my tongue. “What does a little slut say when she gets to taste her master’s spit?”

“Thank you,” I say in a slurred voice, still not swallowing since I haven’t gotten permission.

“Good littleLisichka.” Releasing my neck, he presses a finger under my chin and closes my mouth. “Swallow. And go get ready to hit town. I want you in the prettiest evening gown you can find tonight.”

I swallow his spit and nod.

“And don’t touch my cunt without permission.” He rubs his hand against my pussy, drawing a moan from my throat.

“Of course, Master,” I say in a breathy voice, confirming what has become second nature: obeying his command.

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After a much-needed shower and lots of contemplation, I get dressed and go into the living room with my heart pounding in my chest. Nikolai is gone, as expected, but he’s not the man I’m looking for. The man I need is standing close to a wall, eyes trained straight ahead, hands folded in front of him.

“I’d like to go out,” I tell the towering man with arms the size of trunks hidden behind an expensive suit.

Not batting an eye, like this is yet another standard task of his job, Daniil picks up two items from the side table. “Which one would you like?”

I shift my eyes back and forth between the small tongue plate, which will render speech impossible, and the leather panties with two attachments. When I left the bathroom, I thought I had made my decision—there’s no way I’m going dress shopping on my own without being able to speak. But as I glance up at the impassive man who is to insert the two dildos, I waver. I don’t know why the idea makes me so uneasy. I’ve had plenty of men doing humiliating things to me, but I guess being back in the real world has restored some of my modesty.

“I don’t know,” I say, feeling lost.

He doesn’t reply, just stands there, holding up the degrading items. I think five minutes pass as I stare back and forth between him, the tongue restrictor, and the crude panties. Looking at the items, I know which one I prefer—by far. But as I close my eyes and imagine having to navigate being outside on my own and communicating with people in a store—women who expect me to be independent and outspoken—I just can’t do it. So I open my eyes and point to the panties. “That one.” Then I hurry into the bedroom for no apparent reason other than not wanting to face the man about to dole out the humiliation I just asked for.

Of course, he follows me. Heavy steps thud against the floor as he enters the room.

I jump onto the bed and pull the covers over me, hiding like a child. I have no idea what’s gotten into me. Nikolai has let other men touch me on several occasions. But it’s always been light play—stroking my breasts and curves or playing with my clit—and he’s always been there at my side, pulling the strings, demanding my submission. Even in the dungeon, when I learned to submit without protest, I only submitted openly to two men, and now I need to willingly subject myself to a man I have never even spoken a word to until now.

So I stay under the covers as he shoves up my skirt, finding me bottomless, my pussy already bare because I knew what was coming.

I whimper as he lifts my legs, one at a time, to put the leather panties on me. His hands are rough and calloused like Dax’s, and I try to imagine that it’s him as the leather is pulled up over my legs. But the illusion won’t stick. Because Daniil’s guttural Russian accent is nothing like Dax’s American drawl.

“Lift your hips,” Daniil says.

“I can’t do this,” I say, scooting farther under the covers and kicking my legs to free them of the leather panties.

“Do you want me to tell Nikolai that you’ve been a disobedient girl?”

Shit.I freeze. Because he’s right. If I don’t do this, I’ll directly disobey Nikolai, and there’s no way I can do that. So I slowly pull out from underneath the covers and face the man about to invade my body. I can’t escape this, but there’s one thing I can ask for to make it a bit easier.

“Will you please tie me up before you do it?” I ask in a barely audible voice. I remember the restraints of Dax’s exam table—how they always calmed me. Maybe they will this time too.

A smile pulls at his impassive features, just for a quick moment before it’s gone again. Then he leaves the room, and I scoot back down and turn around to lie on my stomach. I pull the covers over my head again, hoping not seeing will ease the humiliation. As I lie there waiting in the darkness of the covers, a twisted sort of anticipation stirs within me. Because as much as I hate this, I also want it. The humiliation and the helplessness at the hands of a stranger. Mikhail has trained me well. The need is deeply conditioned within me, and as I involuntarily clench my thighs, I realize I’m already wet.

Daniil returns a minute later, and I gasp as he pulls my right hand from beneath the covers and attaches a leather cuff to it. He makes quick work of attaching the cuff to the corner of the bed, where chains remain from when Nikolai spread me out in an X and spanked and fucked me last night. Then he does the same to the other and attaches leather cuffs to my ankles too. Before fastening my legs further, he pulls the panties back over my feet, and the appendages slap crudely against my legs as he moves the leather up around my thighs.

“No,” I whimper in a protest that doesn’t sound very convincing.

It doesn’t stop Daniil. He proceeds to attach the ankle cuffs to a spreader bar instead of the corners of the bed, then hoists my waist up and bends my legs to make me lie on my knees with my ass in the air. Before I can try to stretch my legs again, he sits behind me, knees on the spreader bar, locking me into place.

I squirm against the restraints—an instinctive reaction—as he prods the first dildo against my pussy. Shame courses through me as he pushes the tip into my wet opening. But instead of dragging me into despair, the shame seems to coil around the intrusion, gathering more liquid heat at my core.

I feel him leaning over me and hear the slide of the drawer in the nightstand opening. A moment later, his hand is on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart with one hand while dripping cold lube onto my narrow opening with the other. Tensing, I burrow further into the covers as if it would alleviate the devastating sense of defeat.

The helplessness is stark as he positions the smaller of the two dildos against my ass and presses. The tip pops straight in. Nikolai has kept up Mikhail’s training well, and I only need a little preparation to take his massive cock. This dildo is nothing compared to his size. But the small size of the dildo does nothing to alleviate the terrible humiliation as Daniil applies pressure and pushes it in.

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