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“Good,” he whispers back in my ear.

Chapter 52

Bound by Desire

Isabella

Suddenly the vibrations stop again, and my blindfold is removed. With my eyes now free, I blink against the sudden assault of light, adjusting to the dimness of the room. As Aslanov unhooks my hands from the chain, leaving them still bound with zip ties, I feel a surge of relief flood through me.

But my relief is short-lived as Aslanov’s commanding voice cuts through the silence, sending a shiver down my spine. He pushes me to the ground with a firm hand, his touch leaving me trembling with anticipation.

“You see that chair?” he questions, his tone cold. I nod. “You’re going to crawl all the way.”

Aslanov strides purposefully to the chair, his every step echoing through the dimly lit room with an air of dominance. I watch him with a mixture of fear and anticipation, my bound hands making it difficult for me to follow.

Struggling against the constraints of my zip-tied hands, I begin to crawl towards him, my movements slow and labored. Each inch feels like an eternity as I inch my way across the floor towards him, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of fear and desire.

With every movement, the zip ties dig into my skin, leaving painful marks as a reminder of my helplessness. But despite the discomfort, I press on, driven by an overwhelming need to submit.

As I reach him, Aslanov spreads his legs wide in a commanding display of dominance. My breath catches in mythroat as I gaze up at him, my eyes drawn to the glint of the knife in his hand.

Reminders of that night flood to the back of my mind.

With a flick of his wrist, Aslanov toys with the blade, his movements deliberate and menacing. My pulse quickens with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“Come closer,” he commands, his voice low and menacing.

My heart pounds in my chest as I obey, my movements hesitant and fearful. With each crawl, I inch closer to him, my breath catching in my throat as I feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on me.

Finally, I find myself pressed against his legs, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and arousal. I whimper softly, my eyes downcast as I wait for his next command.

With a swift motion, Aslanov brings the knife under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. My breath hitches in my throat as I meet his gaze, my eyes wide with fear and anticipation.

“Look at me,” he orders, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. His sinister magnetism lures me in, no wonder this man is the head of the mostprominent organization in the world.

As Aslanov holds the knife under my chin, a bead of blood trickles down my neck, the wetness sending a shiver of fear down my spine. I can feel the sharp sting of the blade against my skin. The warmth slowly runs down my neck.

“And how about now?” Aslanov’s voice is low and menacing, his eyes boring into mine with a predatory intensity. “Do you fear me?”

My breath catches in my throat at the question, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggle to find the strength to respond. I feel the weight of his dominance bearing down on me, threatening to crush my spirit beneath its relentless pressure.

But even as fear grips my heart, I refuse to surrender to it completely. With a trembling voice and a defiant glint in myeyes, I whisper, “No.”

Aslanov’s eyes narrow at my response, his grip tightening on the knife. A dangerous smile curls at the corners of his lips as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. “Interesting,” he murmurs, his voice betraying a hint of intrigue. “It seems the little girl has more backbone than most.” I can’t help but smirk a little.

Aslanov removes the knife from under my chin, and I let out a shaky sigh of relief, my heart still pounding in my chest. The tension in the room eases slightly as the sharp blade is no longer pressed against my skin.

But before I can fully relax, another loud thud reverberates through the room as he sticks the knife into the wooden table next to him. The sound echoes in my ears, a stark reminder of the danger that still lurks in the air.

Aslanov’s eyes gleam with a predatory intensity as he gestures towards the space on his lap, his voice low and commanding.

“Crawl onto my lap.”Yes. I reach him, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I settle onto his lap, my body trembling with anticipation. As Aslanov’s arms wrap around me, pulling me close to him, I know that I am teetering on the edge of something dangerous and intoxicating, something that will irrevocably change the course of my fate.

Aslanov

Fierce woman. She is a lot more resilient than most, including myself. She’s a strong spirit. Not weak, no, surely not. My lips trace the curve of her neck as she moans. There is a glow over her chest, her bralette holding her boobs up high. Fucking perfect. She’s faced the other way on my lap.

My lips kiss her neck as my hand lowers in front of her stomach, slowly reaching down. Isabella whimpers and leans her head against my chest. My hand disappears into her blacklace panties, they’re soaked. Without another word, I put two fingers into her. A soft moan lingers through the room.

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