Page 76 of Wicked Oath

I close the notebook and sit back in my seat at the desk. Maybe I should get dressed and I will feel better. The closet is full of clothing that I can wear, but I just keep wearing the same thing. I found a T-shirt that reminds me of Talon, and I wear it. I can smell myself, and I know that I am desperately in need of a shower. I have a sneaking suspicion that if Sergei comes in here and I smell like ass then I will get the shit beaten out of me for it.

A shower does sound nice. I can burn myself to death with the water. I manage to stand up at the thought of being able to cause myself pain and go to the bathroom. I turned the water on as hot as it’ll go, but step in while it’s still cold. The icy water shocks my system. As the warmth floods over me, I’m able to relax a little bit. The water turns scolding and I’m lulled. I take a momentto quickly wash my body thoroughly as well as shampooing and conditioning my hair. I feel so much better now that I’m clean. This allows me to stand under the water and close my eyes. With the near boiling water raining down on me, I can think about my men without it hurting so badly. Eventually, the water turns cold, and I shut it off. Reality sneaks back in as I dry off and dress in clean clothes. I chose a simple tank top and pajama pants because it’s comfortable. I’m not putting on fucking jeans while stuck in this room. There’s no fucking point to it.

I step out of the bathroom but stop mid-step when I see Sergei in the doorway. He has his arms crossed over his chest and he looks calm. “Hello, Kukla,” he says simply.

“Uh. Hi,” I say.

“Grab your notebook and come on,” he says. I feel like a fucking idiot for how happy that makes me. I don’t care what he does to me or why. I just need out of this room. “Excited?”

“Yeah… I don’t do well alone,” I say. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that because now he will punish me that way.

“No one does, Kukla,” he says. “You’ll join me for lunch.”

“Okay,” I sigh. He abruptly turns and grabs me by the throat so that he can push me back against the wall and lift me up until my feet are not touching the ground.

“That is Master to you. I am your master, Kukla, and you are my slave,” he growls. I nod rapidly and he drops me to the ground.I put my hands on my throat as I cough and sputter as I try to catch my breath. “Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I choke out.

“Good girl. Come on,” he says as he walks away. I hurry and catch up to him, still feeling stupid. We go into another room, and I can tell right away that it’s the master bedroom. He turns and pushes me back on the bed and slowly pulls my pants off, daring me with his gaze to fight. I start to tear up, but I don’t say anything. I am frozen in fear because I know he is capable of violence. He snaps so fast when I upset him. I don’t know why I don’t want him to kill me, because I don’t want to be alive. I should have jumped out of the fucking window. For seven days, I just wanted someone, anyone, to talk to me. Now, I would love nothing more than to go back into that room.

Sergei spreads my legs wide and keeps his eyes on mine as he dips his head and flicks his tongue across my clit. I snap my eyes closed because I don’t want to see who is between my legs right now. I scream when he suddenly bites down on my clit and doesn’t let go. Instinctively, I start fighting. The very moment I raise my hand, he grabs my wrist and stops me. “This is your only warning. You ever hit me, I’ll cut your fucking hands off and feed them to you for dinner,” he growls at me. “You keep your eyes on your master when he touches you. I want you to see who is making this tight little cunt weep, understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I sniffle.

“Good girl. Now, relax and watch your master play,” he says, suddenly calm again. Sergei pushes two fingers into me andcurls them before he starts flicking his tongue across my clit again. I expected to be tortured, but sexual torture is new, and I’d rather get punched in the face than watch him eat me out. He adds a third finger and starts fucking me with his hand, coaxing up forced pleasure. I am nearly panting by the time the feeling starts to surface. Just as it is about to break free, he stops.

I groan and relax into the bed, hoping he got what he wants. I know he didn’t. There is no reprieve in hell because he starts back up by lightly sucking my clit, making my hips buck against his mouth on accident. He groans against my pussy and the vibration alone almost sends me over again, but he stops. When he starts again, he keeps the same pace. Every time an orgasm starts to surface, he stops. The pressure is intense and it painful to be edged like this.

“Please stop,” I cry. “Please.”

“Beg your master to come, Kukla,” he mutters before sucking hard on my clit and hitting something inside of me that makes my eyes roll back. When it all starts to build up, it feels like fire in my belly. He isn’t going to stop and it’s getting increasingly more painful.

“Fuck,” I scream when he stops again.

“Beg me, Kukla. The way out is simple,” he says, starting back again.

“God, I can’t,” I cry. “I can’t. I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

“You’ll learn,” he says as he pulls away. “I am not stopping until you beg for it, Kukla,” he says softly, still fucking me hard with his hand.

“Why?” I whimper. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because I own you, Kukla. Now beg me before I lose my patience,” he commands.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Please.”

“Beg me, Kukla!” he screams at me.

“Please make me come, Master,” I say through my tears.

“More,” he says before flicking his tongue over my clit, making my body jerk.

“Please, Master, please make me come,” I beg, absolutely disgusted with myself.

“Good girl, Kukla,” he says before suddenly rolling us. He bands his arms around my thighs and forces me to sit on his face as he viciously sucks my clit. Everything is happening so fast that the moan he pulls out of me is loud and before I know it, I am involuntarily rocking my hips, desperate for him to stop. If I come, he stops. At least that’s what I am telling myself. A week ago, I couldn’t imagine doing this, but now? Now, I just want to come so he will stop.

“Oh my… Fuuuck,” I moan as I grind myself against his face. He is sucking and biting my clit, pulling by far the ickiest feeling orgasm out of me.

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