Page 36 of Take the Sub and Run

Mad, nonsensical words tumbled out of her mouth. Pleas and curses in a mix of languages, as a second orgasm came on the heels of the first.

“Andrei, help,” she finally managed between pants.

He was there, helping her to sit up, though once she was upright, his hands gripped her hips, holding her down.

She whimpered, tipping her pelvis to give her clit a break.

“My good girl,” he murmured, eyes fixed on her pussy. “My beautiful angel.” His hand went into his pocket and the vibration eased just enough that after a few moments she perversely wanted more.

“I want to restrain you,” he said half to himself as she started to rock herself forward and back.

“Oh, yes please.” She didn’t know what to do with her hands, and the idea of having something to pull against was a relief.

A moment later, padded straps were buckled around her wrists, short chains leading to matching cuffs on her ankles so each hand was held down close to her foot.

It was the restraints going on, the relief of not having to think about what to do with her arms, that pushed her into the third orgasm.

“Open,” he said when she bowed her head at the end of that one.

It took her a moment to lift her face to see what he meant, her hair sliding against her cheek.

He held a bit-style gag in one hand.

“You’re clenching your teeth.”

Sofie didn’t even think. She opened her mouth, and he placed the rubbery stick between her teeth, buckling it in place behind her head.

“You can still make noise. Still make yourself understood. Tell me your safe word.”

“Rembrandt,” she mumbled awkwardly.

“Good.” Then that devilish glint was back in his eye…and he turned up the vibrations.

Her clit felt huge and raw, but needy, her sex so terribly empty. She would beg as he’d told her to. Beg him to fill her, and no longer care if it was a dildo or his flesh. She was a being of need and physical sensation, totally and willingly at another’s mercy.

Sofie closed her eyes and let go. No worry. No fear. She was safe in his care. Trusted him completely.

The gag, the restraints…she sank deep into that place she’d found when he spanked her, except now it was more than a disconnected place of peace. Now the space she sank into was awash in pleasure and sensation. Not just peacefully floating but floating in blissful, pleasure-filled surrender.

She was constantly moving now, rocking her hips against the machine in a way she was fairly certain meant that if there had been a dildo, it would be sliding in and out of her. She wanted that desperately.

There was a low-level buzzing in her ears that meant she didn’t hear anything. Didn’t realize there was a problem until Andrei took a step back, brows raised in surprise and concern.

Sofie was facing the glass walls, looking out at the river, her back to the door. If she’d been thinking straight and not consumed by the deep, constant pleasure, she would have turned to look over her shoulder and see what had caused Andrei to react that like.

But she was too deep in being his obedient, needy sub.

She didn’t see what had caused him to fall back in surprise until Colette was far enough into the room to move past her.

Her friend was wearing a short robe, her hair rumpled, her expression murderous. Colette shot Sofie a glance, her expression shifting from rage to guilt and then back again as she looked at Andrei.

Oh.

Oh no.

“You bastard!” Colette raised her hand, clearly to slap Andrei. Landon appeared, confusion marking his expression as he lunged for Colette.

“What the fuck?” Andrei caught Colette’s wrist as she swung, stopping her hand centimeters from his cheek.

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