Page 108 of Dmitri

I’m not just confused anymore, I’m straight up stupid. Why did I tell Dmitri about every bad thing I did, and gave him ammo to use against me?

Because I trust him.

Oh hell no. I don’t evenknowhim. And my track record for picking men to confide in is abominable.

Maybe I told him those things because I’m self-sabotaging? The possibility makes me queasy because the repercussions arehuge and would result in the very thing I’m trying to prevent.

“Daelyn.” Dmitri grabs my arms and pins them behind my back. “Stop. You’re going to break your hands hitting the wall like that.”

So what? Punching concrete is better than punching his head. One will hurt me. The other will hurt him.

“I said stop!” He knocks my legs out and takes me to the floor on the mat. “Fucking hell, Dae.”

I squirm and snarl under him, no longer certain of what my goal is. He keeps my wrists together in one big hand, his knee pressed against my lower back, and he spanks me once, twice, three times.

Damn me straight to hell, but my groin grinds into the mat and the noise I make is half moan, half sob. This is fucking humiliating.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, sounding out of breath.

“I want…” Tears well because I cannot believe I’m acting this way. It’s ridiculous. “I want you to fuck me until I black out.”

I’m not even sure if that’s possible, but, goddamnit, I need relief. I want to forget who I am, why I’m here, and what’s at stake. For once, I just want someone to take care of me in the ways I need. A sex-induced coma might help.

“Fuck,” Dmitri grunts.

He hauls me over his shoulder and fireman carries me out of his bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He spanks my ass so hard the sting makes my aching pussy clench. “I’m giving you what you want.”

My stomach rolls as he takes me out of the basement, up the stairwell, and kicks open another door.

Oh my god. People are going to see me looking like a crazy mess. Embarrassment flares, making my cheeks feel sunburnt.

When I reach around to cover my bare ass with myhands, Dmitri knocks them away. “Let them see what’s mine.” His long gait brings us quickly into a room and he drops me unceremoniously onto a hard piece of furniture. “Bend over.”

My eyes widen with shock as I stare at the long, thin, black leather covered bench. Heart racing, I look under it and see cuffs and a bar with straps. The rest of the room is just as intimidating. There’s a huge X against the wall with cuffs at the top and bottom. There are enough riding crops and whips to tame a stampede of stallions hanging on the farthest wall.

Ball gags, dildos, chains…spikes.

The bed on the other side of the room has a hefty mahogany stained four-by-four mounted at the foot of it with cuffs and rope attached at the far ends of the wood.

Dmitri brings my attention back to him when he says, “I’m going to tie you down and fuck the frustration out of you.”

His desire slowly penetrates my hazy, raged-filled brain. I blink. Nod. “Yes, please.”

“Do you want the bench or the bed?”

I get a choice? “Both.”

His chuckle makes the hair on my arms stand on end. “Let’s start on the bed.”

Making my way over there, I pass the selection of ball gags, wondering what it would be like to use one.

“Not this time,” Dmitri says, as if reading my mind. “I’m gonna need you to use your words today.”

I bite my lip and climb onto the bed while my stomach flip-flops. I’ve never done something like this before.

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