Page 95 of Dangerous Beginnings

“Very.”

His lips trail down my neck. Aslanov’s voice cuts through the charged atmosphere, low and commanding.

“Beg, Isabella,” he demands, his tone brooking no argument. My breath hitches in my throat, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and desire. I know that I should resist, that I should maintain some semblance of control. But now, all I want is his touch.

“I…” my voice barely above a whisper as I struggle to find the words. Aslanov’s lips leave my skin. “Beg,” he repeats, his voice firm and unwavering. It’s a demand. And it comes out harsh. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel myself succumbing to his command. My balance is barely there as I struggle to remain straight onto my toes that just touch the wooden floor.

With a shaky breath, I finally give in to the overwhelming need that courses through my veins.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. “Please, I need more.” He hums in response. “Please touch me.” I croak out.

Aslanov

After every man I have commanded and every plea I have heard in my lifetime so far, hers have satisfied me the most. Her submission could make me hard every single fucking time.

I don’t deserve her, but fuck it, I’m beyond caring. I’ve never been a good man anyway.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down Isabella’s spine. And then, with a tantalizing tease, I brush my finger against the fabric of her panties, sliding them to the side with agonizing slowness. Isabella’s breath catches in her throat, her body trembling. She tries to steady herself and pulls onto the chain above her. The wooden floor beneath us creaks at her failed attempts to maintain balance. My fingers stop at her core, she is fuckingsoaking. A smirk creeps its way up on my lips. I look down at her, her tiny frame. Struggling. I push my fingers against her entrance but don’t move them inside yet. She tries to move towards me. My lips brush hers and as she tries to lean in to kiss me, I pull away. Isabella lets out a pleading cry,her voice filled with longing and desperation.

“Please, Aslanov…”

“I’ll take your plea into consideration, baby.” A frustrated cry leaves her lips.

I move towards the drawers in the room. Opening it up, retrieving a shiny tiny bullet vibrator. Closing the drawer, I turn my attention back to her. She’s struggling against the bonds. She’s searching for me. I walk back over to her, my boots making the wooden floor creak once more.

As I push aside her panties, exposing her most intimate parts, a smirk tugs at the corner of my lips. I revel in the power I hold over her, in the way she responds so eagerly to my touch.

With practiced precision, I insert the vibrator, watching as her breath catches. Stepping back, I pour myself a glass of vodka, the clear liquid glinting in the dim light of the room. I take a slowsip, savoring the taste as I admire Isabella’s writhing form. She squirms, her skin flushed with desire.

Activating the vibrator with a flick of my wrist, I watch with dark amusement as Isabella’s moans fill the air, her body trembling with pleasure as she struggles to maintain her composure. Her toes curl and her head falls back.

And as I sit back in the chair, remote in hand, I take in the sight before me with satisfaction. Isabella is a vision of submission, her every movement a testament to the power I hold over her.

I recline in my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me as I take a leisurely sip of vodka, my gaze fixed on Isabella’s writhing form. With a remote in hand, I watch her intently, a small smirk playing on my lips as I increase the intensity of the vibrations. I could watch her all night and never get tired.

But just as she’s on the brink of climax, I abruptly stop the vibrations, leaving her panting and desperate for more. A cruel smile dances across my features as I watch her struggle against her bonds. My cock growing with need.

Isabella

I’m a pleading and whimpering mess. He’s playing with me. I’m breathing fast as the vibrations come to a stop. I don’t feel Aslanov near me, but I can feel his gaze burning me behind the blindfold. My legs are shaking, and it is becoming hard to maintain balance. My panties aresoaked.

With deliberate slowness, he rises from his chair and approaches me, his footsteps echoing in the dimly lit room. I can feel him come closer; every sense in my body is heightened. My breath catches in my throat as I sense his presence drawing nearer, my anticipation mounting with each passing moment.

“Please.”

“Please what?” Aslanov’s voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Please touch me.”

He’s barely touched me and I’m yearning for it. I can feel his gaze on me, his taunting eyes. He circles me, his presence commanding the room as he moves.

“Such impatience,” he muses, his voice a low rumble that sends a thrill down my spine. “But patience is a virtue, Izabella” My name rolls off his Russian tongue.

My breath hitches in my throat as I feel his warm breath laced with vodka against my skin, his proximity igniting a fire within me that threatens to consume me entirely. I can sense his power, his control, radiating off him in waves, and it both terrifies and excites me.

With a flick of his wrist, Aslanov resumes the vibrations. My hips instinctively buck against the sensation, a desperate moan escaping my lips as I struggle against the zip-tie. Aslanov’s chuckle fills the air, dark and intoxicating. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he taunts, his voice laced with amusement. “Are you suffering, mylove?”

I purse my lips. “Yes”, I whimper. Always truthful.

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