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My cock was rock hard again, but this was a punishment, and I needed to tend to her feet. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up quickly. I grabbed the first aid kit, the drugs, and some clothes.

I sank onto the bed, leaving Valentina cuffed to the bedpost. I would let her go after I was done. I pulled a few small pieces of glass out of her feet, cleaned them, and bandaged them. In the middle of taking care of that, I sank the needle between her toes so there were no visible needle marks.

“Ouch,” she mumbled, before relaxing into the sheets.

I wanted her to be compliant, but I couldn’t tie her down forever. I wasn’t Alexie.

I unhooked her cuffs and threw them back onto the bedside table, pocketing the keys in my suit jacket. I took a cool cloth and wiped her ass, checking to make sure there were no rips or tears. She was fine.

She took a little while to pass out, but once she did I was there.

Valentina moaned in her sleep and I rolled her over. Her face scrunched as if she was in pain. I checked her bandages, but nothing seemed to bleed through. She whimpered, grabbing my attention again.

“N-no, please s-stop.”

Those words froze me in my tracks. Who was she dreaming of? She struggled in her sleep, and I managed to grab her flailinglimbs, slamming my cock deep inside of her pussy. I hadn’t meant to slip inside, but she stopped squirming.

“It’s alright, my little killer. I’m here, I have you, and I will kill whoever has put their hands on you.” I continued to murmur in her ear, until she settled on my cock.

It was a heady feeling, knowing that I was soothing her with a part of myself. I stroked her hair, my heart beating slower the calmer I became. It wouldn’t be easy taming Valentina, but it would be worth it. I called my tattoo artist to come over quickly and slipped her another drug. Fuck, if I was going to let her walk around wearing someone else’s mark on her skin. She was mine.

My wife would stop fighting me soon. I was sure of it.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Valentina

As consciousness slowly seeped into my mind, I became aware of an unsettling sensation. My neck hurt to move like I’d injured myself. A stinging sensation I couldn’t quite put my finger on. My body grew rigid, frozen in place, as an inexplicable pressure gripped me between my legs. Panic began to rise within me, as I struggled to understand what was happening.

I suddenly became aware that I was not in my usual position, lying comfortably on a soft mattress. Instead, I found myself penetrated by a cock, but it was not because I wanted it. I tried to move, to shift my weight, but I was stuck as if bound by invisible chains.

My heart raced with fear as I desperately tried to come up with an escape plan. I knew I couldn’t wiggle free from his grasp without waking Roman up. The last thing I wanted was for him to grab me again, and trap me between these sheets.

But for the first time in a long time, a cock pleasured me without pain. It distracted me from what my body was feeling. I wasn’t fearful. I was free.

I wiggled a little more and a small burst of heat struck my core. A low groan escaped Roman’s lips, and I stopped my movements. Since I was now facing away from him, I could see the nightstand drawer open with the handcuffs, his tie, and his watch thrown haphazardly inside.

I reached as far as I could, but couldn’t quite touch the handcuffs. I did, however, have the tie within my grasp. I pulled it back to me and slid off his cock. He didn’t move. Gently, I turned around and reached for his hands.

One at a time, I tied them above his head using a special knot Headmaster Mikhail had taught me. When he was in place, I went to leave, but his cock bobbed in the air. My eyes shifted toward it.

I glanced up at his hands, noticing the firm grip of the rope. My eyes then drifted down to his lap, where I saw his cock twitch and strain. My body reacted involuntarily, my core clenching in anticipation. It was bittersweet, knowing that this would be the last time I would lay eyes on such a magnificent specimen of manhood.

I could ride him and come, then slit his throat, right?

As sweat dripped down my forehead, I couldn’t believe what was happening. Roman Petrov’s muscular body pressed against mine, and every touch sent electricity through me. I gazed at his closed eyes, searching for any sign of wakefulness, but his face remained stoic and unmoving. Despite the craziness of my thoughts, this moment with him felt like the best thing that had happened to me in a long time.

With trembling fingers, I reached between my legs and guided him inside me. As I moved back and forth, testing the depth and angle of his cock, my gaze fell upon his peaceful face. But instead of enjoying the moment, a wave of guilt washed over me. It felt wrong to force such an intimate act while he slept, like I was violating his trust by taking advantage of his unconsciousstate. With a heavy heart, I turned my head away, and focused on the physical sensations instead.

I spun around slowly, careful not to jostle him.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the sensation of his body. Deeper and deeper he went inside of me. The soft squelching of our bodies slapping together. I lost control. I rocked harder on him, uncaring if he would wake.

He was tied up. What could he do to me?

Another groan slipped from his lips, sending me closer to my orgasm. He was starting to feel me. I rocked harder on him. Gasps escaped my parted lips, as I grew closer and closer to my orgasm.

A faint snap, and his arm wrapped around my neck in a thick chokehold, pulling me flush against his chest. My orgasm was a faint memory in my mind, as I tried to fight him off of me, but he held fast.

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