Page 18 of Zafira

Bogdan’s lips flattened as he witnessed the signs of pain chiseled into her tormented face. As a sadist, he enjoyed giving and experiencing the joy of the pain that harsh punishment offered, but he always limited his actions to the experience of the masochists or subs.

When it came to impact tools, he preferred to use them in an erotic, sadistic scene. At least that way, he could push the sub harder and farther, offering her an out-of-body experience through the addition of controlled pain. With Zafira, he acknowledged that he was acting out of anger. Not because of her unruly action toward Dom Sergei but in remembrance of her chasing him away when all he wanted was to declare his love. With a sigh that signaled discord for his own unacceptable behavior, he reduced the impact of the strikes.

Zafira was close to giving in to the threatening black void that hovered at the edge of her consciousness. It was there in the tautness of her shoulders, the way her face contorted—he had witnessed the signs more than enough to identify her wavering control. That wasn’t what he wanted.

Zafira Guzun needed to cry, and the sadist in him wanted to watch the tears roll over her cheeks.

“Isus Hristos!” she screamed as the metal balls struck painfully inside the velvety folds of her labia. The first lone tear rolled over her cheek.

“Ah, beautiful,” Bogdan praised as he aimed the next strike at the swollen nub of her clitoris.

“Blyad’!” The curse burst forth in a garbled shriek as tears now coursed unchecked down her cheeks. Deep sobs shuddered through her body, followed by a low wail that slammed against the walls. “Red!”

Bogdan stopped flogging her immediately, then smiled when her body trembled and twisted as the sudden loss of pain triggered an orgasm to race through her. Her breathing was harsh as she struggled to catch her breath while sobs still tore through her.

“Easy, subbie,” he purred in her ear as his hand on the small of her back gentled her shivering body and calmed her down.

“No! I need... this is too much... sob... I need... please, Master Slayer. I need...”

Bogdan’s body turned to stone. He knew what was coming. Since this was punishment, he shouldn’t accommodate her, but he did anyway.

“You need what, subbie?”

“Fuck me, Master Slayer. Please fuck me!”

“I sincerely doubt that swollen and tender pussy of yours could handle the pounding I’d give you, subbie, so—”

“Just fuck me! Now, Master Slayer.”

Bogdan could’ve just done as she demanded, but the beast in his soul prodded him to torture her a little more. To see just how far gone she was. How desperate she was to find the full release her body and mind craved. He circled her and caught her chin in his hand, forcing her eyes to him. The disbelief in Zafira’s eyes flashed for long moments as her breathing turned choppy and shallow with shock.

“So, subbie... now that you know exactly who I am, do you still want me to fuck you?” Bogdan prepared himself for another tongue lashing... to once again be chased away with his tail between his legs.

“Yes, Master Slayer,” she surprised him by saying in a clear, confident voice. “Fuck me now!”

He was behind her without remembering he had moved. Without preamble or preparing her for his huge ten-inch cock, he slid his turgid length balls deep inside her.

Her scream echoed throughout the dungeon, causing a flash of pleasure to race through Bogdan. His jaw turned rigid as she climaxed upon entry. Her muscles gripped him so hard, he winced. It was as if she had been created just for him, fitting him like a custom-made glove.

“Still breathing, subbie?” he said with his voice soaked in amusement.

“Who needs air,” she wailed. “Just fuck me.”

Bogdan drew his cock back, plowed into her again, and lost it as she shattered once again. This time, he didn’t stop but powered into her, his hips driving like a jackhammer. Slow was not an option; he didn’t even try. He didn’t care whether she was ready for more as he started the deep and brutal rhythm. He fucked her so hard, so deep, he slammed her into the wooden cross with every thrust into her.

“Holy fuck!” Bogdan was blinded by lust, by the need to find quick release. He lost control over the rush of need as explosions of pleasure ripped through him, obliterating the world around him.

“Blyad’! Yes,” he grunted as his release ejaculated inside her with such force that his knees buckled. His fingers dug painfully into her hips, and still in a daze, he knew that she would be bruised from the tight grip. It didn’t matter, not when a high, desperate wail escaped her lips as she came once again, this time so hard that every muscle of her cunt tightened and pulsed around him.

Bogdan desperately dragged air into his lungs, forcing his body to calm down. He was overwhelmed by the sense of belonging that rushed through him. More so, the feeling of ownership that ripped every ounce of despair from his soul. Nothing could bring him down from feeling ten feet tall.

Zafira Guzun had just made a huge mistake. She was his now.

His voice sounded strained but was as dark as the devil churning inside him when he said against her ear, “You belong to me now, Zafira. Remember that. Offer what is mine to another, and he’s a dead man.”

Chapter Nine

Four days later, at a private airstrip near Kramár's Villa, Prague, Czech Republic...

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