Page 24 of Dark Embers

“What do you say, little slut?” Oleksi asks in a deadly voice that frightens me but at the same time sends delicious shivers down my spine.

“I’m sorry, sir, for being so demanding,” I cry, my body vibrating with need and desperate for release. “What can I do to make it up to you, sir?”

“Lift your ass,” Oleksi orders, and I do it. He shoves a few pillows under it and loosens the restraints on my ankles, before bending my knees then Oleksi leaves me.

The room goes silent, and I listen but can’t hear him. My heart starts to pound.Has he left me? Is this more of my punishment?As the panic begins to rise, I feel the bed dip at the foot, and he slides between my legs. This time I can feel his warm naked skin, and the anticipation builds to boiling point—he’s finally going to fuck me. Tears spring into my eyes, and I have no idea why the thought of him fucking me is making me so emotional and…

“Oh…” I hiss as Oleksi lathers something cold and slimy over my clit—and within moments, it starts to warm.

No, not just warm it—it ignites it.

It’s a slow, pulsing burn that fans out like a sensual fire across my most sensitive nerves. The slick gel coats me in heat, amplifying every breath, every flutter of sensation, until it feels like even the air around my body is vibrating.

“Oleksi…s…sir,” I pant.

But he doesn’t answer. I hear the low hum of something switching on—followed by a soft mechanical buzz that makes my heart stutter.

It sounds like a vibrator.

He presses it against my clit, I inhale deeply, and the sensation sends a surge of pleasure up my spine. I arch off the bed, only to be yanked gently back by the restraints.

The vibration isn’t harsh—it’s a low, pulsing thrum that teases the edges of my sanity, made unbearable by the heat from the gel already stoking the fire beneath my skin.

“F-fuck—” I cry, my voice raw.

He doesn’t let up. The toy moves in slow, deliberate circles before Oleksi slides it inside me. My walls clench around it, the friction of the gel against the rubber heightening the maddening stimulation.

“Oh God, sir—please—” I can barely speak, my voice breaking into gasps. The vibration continues—relentless and steady, rolling through me as he teases my clit again with his fingers.

I’m burning and drowning and coming apart at the seams.

I’m so close. Right there—right at the fucking edge when—

He pulls the vibrator out.

“No—please!” I cry out, tears springing to my eyes. I’m panting, wrecked, shaking. “Please, sir… Don’t stop—please—” The sobs shake my throat.

But instead of giving me what I crave, he rolls the vibrator over my skin—down my inner thighs, over my belly, and across my nipples, even brushing my lips with it. Each pass leaves a trail of goosebumps and torment, the heat from the gel clinging to me like a second skin.

“Please… please, sir…” I beg, my voice cracking. “I—I’m begging you—I need it—please let me come.”

The vibrator's noise stops. I hear it land beside me on one of the bedside tables before Oleksi moves.

His weight settles over me. Warm skin meets mine. His scent—musk, spice, and something darkly male—wraps around me like silk. His cock presses against my entrance, the tip teasing and nudging. The hair at the base of him brushes my throbbing clit.

My hips jerk. My body is frantic.

“Is this what you want, little slut?” He growls, his breath brushing my cheek.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry—what was that?”

“Yes! Sir!” I cry louder. “I want this. I want you to bend me to your will. I want you to have your way with me. I want you to teach me—please, sir—teach me!”

There’s silence.

Agonizing silence.

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