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I do as I’m told. The excitement sparks with the anticipation of what's to come, washing away the last fragments of doubt. Oleksi’s fingers are deft but gentle as he loops the cordaround my wrists, tying them snugly but not tight. He tests it, then tugs gently, pulling me to my feet.

He leads me beside the bed. I stand, panting, blood rushing in my ears as he circles me, then stops by the nightstand. Opening the drawer, he pulls out a night mask and slips it over my head, covering my eyes. I try to quell the panic rising inside me. I don’t like to be blindfolded, but then I feel his fingers sliding into my panties and slipping between the folds of my pussy lips, and the darkness is forgotten as a groan escapes my lips.

“That’s right, malenkaya, relax. Let go. Trust me.”

His clever fingers rub, tap, and gently squeeze my clit while another finger slips inside me. “Oh…” I can’t stop the word from escaping as he starts to fuel my desire, teasing me with the promise of release. But just like he did before, he pulls his hand away, leaving me hanging, wanting, and panting for more.

He pushes me, and I fall onto the bed, only to feel something cold and hard slide against my skin.Oh God, it’s a knife. He’s going to kill me.But it slides beneath my bra strap and slices through it. Oleksi does the same to the other side.Fuck, this is my best bra. He could’ve asked me to remove it.But I don’t have time to ponder as he unhooks it from behind and pulls it clear.

I hear him suck in his breath as my breasts become naked, my nipples hardening from the cool air in the room. His hands cup them, weigh them, knead them, tweaking and pinching my nipples, sending me into a needy frenzy.

“Your nipples are sensitive, but you enjoy the slight sting of them being pinched, don’t you, malenkaya?” I feel the bed beside me dip with his weight as he leans across me, andI suck in a breath as his soft, wet tongue flicks, licks, then swirls around, first one, then the other nipple. “Your breasts fit perfectly into the palm of my hand, malenkaya. Like they were made for them.”

His words make my stomach clench again, and my heart swells with pride that he’s pleased with them.What the fuck, Sabrina!My mind screams at me.This is humiliating. You don’t need this man’s approval. Your body is perfect.That feeling of humiliation starts to wash over me again, but I squash it, and it fades once again when I feel Oleksi stand. The heat of his body disappears, leaving me feeling cold and alone.

“Lie down.” He orders, and I do because I really, really want… No, I need the reward he’s promising for my obedience.

As soon as I’m lying down, he secures my hands to the headboard, running his hands down my arms over my sides with his thumb brushing the sides of my breast. I try desperately to arch into him.

He chuckles. “Be patient, malenkaya. This is not a race.”

No. But I feel like I’m running a race. One with no end in sight, and I’m getting desperate for that end… for release, or I fear I will go mad with desire.

His hands slide down my body, dragging my panties with them until he pulls them off.

“Your pussy is hairless,” he observes, sitting next to my butt and strumming my soft mound with his fingers. “Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

I swallow. I’m glad I can’t see as the heat scorches my cheeks, but I can’t help myself—I obey Oleksi. I spread my legs, knowing with a deep shame that I want to show him my pussy. Iwant to expose myself to him. Give myself to him…Oh Jesus, I’m fucking doing this… I’m living out one of my secret fantasies.

CHAPTER 11

Sabrina

I’m snapped from my thoughts when I feel something tied around my ankles.

“Beautiful!” Oleksi breathes.

His voice travels to me from the end of the bed. I know he’s looking at me, fully exposed and vulnerable. I jump when his lips come down on me. He tastes me, his tongue swirling around my clit as he French kisses my pussy.

While I can’t see through the blindfold, it heightens everything. The silk is soft against my eyes, and the bindings keep me still—secure but at the same time trapped. Creating the feeling of being in danger, but deep inside, I know I’m not—it’sthrilling. Like teetering on the edge of a high cliff with the threat in front of me, knowing I can’t fall because I’m anchored to the ground.

As I reach the brink of coming, I see an explosion of color behind my eyelids, but he pulls away. And I want to cry out in agony, but I bite my lip and wait. I ache with anticipation, knowing Oleksi is still near, watching me. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s drowning with the hope that any moment now, his body will be on mine.

And then his lips come down on me again. The pressure of his mouth on my pussy shocks me and fills me at once. I gasp, feeling his tongue slip between my folds and swirl around my clit. I cry out, tugging against the bindings as he sends wave after wave of pleasure through me.

“Don’t come yet, little slut!” His voice snaps at me through the darkness. “I have not given you permission to.” His warm breath blows on my exposed clit, and his voice vibrates through my most sensitive flesh, making me writhe, my hips instinctively arching up toward him, trying to entice his lips to latch onto my pussy again.

But he moves. And my skin feels cold in the place where he was, indicating that he has stood up. His heat has vanished from my legs, from the apex of them, and I am unable to suppress the tiny wail that rips from my throat. “Noooo.”

“Are you being disrespectful, little slut?” Oleksi snaps. Once again, hearing him call me a little slut does something to me it shouldn’t—it slams through me, heightening my desire.

“N… no, I’m sorry, sir,” I stammer, trying not to squirm or push my butt into the bed to try and get some relief.

“This is a punishable offense!” Oleksi barks.

I hear him fiddling like he is rifling through something. I turn my head, trying to figure out what he’s doing, and then thwack, the soft sting of something that feels like leathery tails, lands on my right thigh. I jump and yelp more in shock than pain, as it's more a tickling sting than a painful one—a sting that goes right to my pleasure center, making me want more.

Swish—thwack! Another bite of whatever he’s wielding hits me on the other thigh, and I pull against my restraints. Sucking in my breath, I feel something soft run over my mound, tickling my clit before another two smacks land on my thighs.

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