Page 18 of Take the Sub and Run

So Andrei lingered in the stairwell, a few bottles of water in one hand, and oral sex condoms in his pocket. He’d torn through boxes of supplies in the storage room on the third floor. Most of the boxes had building supplies, but he’d found a box with the logo of a popular western-European adult store on it.

The image of his angel on her knees with his cock in her mouth had him rock hard. He could see her now–eyes wide and tears rimming them as he held her in place, the head of his cock pushed deep enough to make her gag.

Fuck it. Standing here for another minute wouldn’t change her decision.

Andrei pushed out of the stairwell, craning his neck to see her around the pile of construction equipment.

She wasn’t there.

Andrei let out a hard, cynical laugh.

He was a fucking fool.

Cursing himself, he started running across the stripped-down interior. He’d uncuffed her, left the room, gone to a whole different floor, and hadn’t even considered the possibility that she’d take a third option: run.

Anger made his teeth clench. He was pissed at her but angrier with himself. He never made mistakes based on being too trusting. He didn’t trust anyone, and yet Sofie?—

Another dozen steps and he finally saw her. Some deep part of him hummed in pleasure, while a small voice at the back of his mind insisted that he’d known she wouldn’t run, which was why it hadn’t been stupid to trust her.

Sofie was on her knees in the center of the room. It wasn't the pile of construction stuff that had blocked his view but the armchair he'd been sitting in.

She wasn't fully naked—good girl, she was giving him an excuse for a spanking—but there was plenty of pale skin on display.

Andrei slowed to a walk, hoping she hadn't heard him running like an idiot, though given the echo, she probably had. He took a moment, hand on the door, to force the anger, and relief, down.

Looking at her made it easy to let go of the hot, jagged anger. She looked soft and vulnerable, and it made him want to be both gentle and unimaginably cruel.

Andrei pushed open the door.

Sofie twitched but didn't look up. She was on her knees on the thick floor cushion, her ass resting back against her heels, her thighs pressed together. She wore white panties, though given how thin the hip straps were, Andrei thought they were probably a G-string rather than full coverage. Either way, the virginal white seemed right.

Her hair was pulled forward over her shoulders. At first, he thought her breasts were bare, only her hair covering them, but as he got closer, he saw the bit of fabric a few shades darker than her skin tone between her breasts and wrapping around her ribs. A nude strapless bra.

The only off note in her posture was her arms, which hugged her middle. Otherwise, she was the picture of submission.

Andrei stopped in front of her, and even with her head bowed as low as it was, he knew that if her eyes were open, she would be able to see his shoes. Even if she somehow hadn't heard him coming, now, she’d see that he was right there in front of her. Still, she didn't react.

It wasn't until he reached out, sliding one finger along the silky strands of her hair that she shivered and let out a low moan. The intensity of that reaction gripped him tight and held on.

Andrei circled around her, internally at war over what to do first. From a distance, she looked like she needed a soft introduction. Maybe sit and use only his voice to dominate her–commands to stand, strip, take up various submissive postures.

The other side of that battle advocated for more. To take her, use her, make her feel in the most visceral ways possible that she was now his. To rip the remaining fabric from her body until she hid nothing from him and then put her over his knee and mercilessly spank her until she vowed to never hide her lovely body from him again.

Catching her hair in his hand, he brushed first one side and then the other, back over her shoulders. He'd been right. She was wearing a strapless nude-colored bra. She hugged herself a little tighter, her upper arms pressing in on the sides of her breasts to deepen her cleavage.

Andrei gathered her hair in one hand, sliding his fist far enough down the tail that he could then loop it around his hand once, getting a good grip right at the base of her skull.

Sofie's needy little moan when he tightened his hold on her hair made the decision for him as to what would come next.

“Up,” he commanded in a hard voice.

Sofie immediately started to rise. She first tried to lean forward and brace her hands near her knees to push herself up, but he didn't let go of her hair. She hissed out a breath when she yanked on her own hair, apparently thinking he would move with her. It took only a moment to course correct, though she surprised him when she reached out and back to grab his leg, using that as a handhold to roll up onto her feet. This time, he moved with her, careful not to pull on her hair.

Once she was standing, she again hugged her middle with her arms, and while he appreciated what it did for her breasts, she was hiding herself from him, and that he would not allow.

“Arms down.”

She hesitated, and her body language made it clear it was uncertainty, not deliberate disobedience to further the scene at the root.

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