Page 20 of Take the Sub and Run

He inched his hand lower, the pads of several fingers now firmly on fabric. Sofie pressed her hips forward against his hand, which meant her ass was no longer nestled against his cock.

Andrei slammed her hips back against him, squeezing her between the vice of his hips and his hand. She sucked in air then surprised him by reaching down and back to grip the fabric of his pants and holding tight. As if anchoring them together.

He really fucking loved submissives. Completely illogical that she would cling to him even as he was the greatest threat to her person. Illogical and wonderful.

Andrei held her there for a moment, her body molded to his, her neck arched as he pulled slightly on her hair, forcing her head both back and to the side. Then he released her all at once, taking a step back.

Sofie wobbled, having to take a half step to catch her balance. She hesitantly looked back at him, worry and the question stamped on her features.

Andrei smirked at her, one brow raised in an unnamed question, and she relaxed.

Good.

Impatience riding him, Andrei went to the corner of the room where a large, low black trunk sat. The trunk was mounted on hidden wheels, and a flick with the toe of his shoe unlocked them, allowing him to easily move the trunk away from the wall. The top of the trunk looked like hard leather but was actually padded so it could be used as a seat. Except this was a BDSM club, so it was never going to be a seat; it was always going to be a platform for displaying or playing with a submissive.

When he was satisfied with the placement, he made a show of getting ready, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up, undoing the top button of his shirt, and finally removing his belt.

Sofie had turned to watch him, and when he pulled his belt free of the pant loops with that distinctive snick sound, she tensed. Clearly, she'd taken a belt before.

The idea of his angel with red stripes across her ass and upper thighs was lovely in his mind.

But the thought of another person being the one to do that? To hurt her when she was his to both please and abuse? That made him nearly homicidal.

For only a moment, he gave in to the internal alarm that was sounding. He was far too possessive of this woman, given he'd known her for a matter of hours, and they had yet to actually do any intense play. It was one thing to feel not just responsible for but possessive of a submissive in the midst of an intense scene. And the feeling usually faded during aftercare. And even in those odd instances where he had felt possessive of a submissive, it had never happened this early, or been this strong.

Andrei took that worry, balled it up, and chucked it into a dark corner of his mind.

It was time to play.

Six

Sofie was trembling. It wasn’t cold—though she wasn’t exactly warm standing here in her underwear. It wasn’t fear. She knew what it was like to be so terrified that her body shook with it, and this wasn't that.

No, this trembling was anticipation. Nervousness too, but mostly anticipation. The hot, dark excitement that rolled in her, mixing with the desperate arousal and the reality of the forbidden made her feel like a different person. The next evolution of the person she'd chosen to be when she agreed to the heist with Colette.

And now she was going to get a spanking.

Andrei rolled up his shirt sleeves, and Sofie had to swallow hard to hide her reaction to the precise calculated tug and fold of him slowly revealing some skin. She'd seen plenty of women talking on the Internet about a man's forearms in a rolled-up dress shirt, and while she'd intellectually appreciated that beauty could be found in the most unexpected places, she hadn't herself seen the appeal.

Now she understood. Or maybe it was that she only understood when it was Andrei's forearms.

His belt snapped as he pulled it free from his pants and her shaking increased as she watched him fold the belt, the tip and buckle and in one hand, the looped dangling from his fingers. But then, with that smirk she now recognized meant so many different things, he instead rolled the belt up and set it to the side. Finally, he took a seat on the long, low steam trunk he'd wheeled away from the wall. She was surprised to see the top give a little. It had looked like solid wood wrapped in leather but was clearly padded.

Andrei sat not in the middle but toward one end, and shifted so that he was sitting at a slight angle. There was something very deliberate about it, and she wished she knew why. She had a feeling it was important, but all her research and the hours she'd spent living vicariously through other people, were failing her.

"Angel?"

"Yes, Sir?" Saying sir came almost too easily.

"Come here."

She obeyed the command easily though the trembling didn't stop.

When she was close enough to touch him, Andrei raised one hand and twirled his finger in a circular motion. Slowly, Sofie started to turn a circle, only to have Andrei stop her with his hands on her hips when her back was to him. Sofie tensed, ready for him to touch her intimately, given that the height of the low trunk meant her ass was almost in his face.

Instead, he brushed her hair out of the way and undid the back snap of her bra.

Sofie gasped more in surprise than anything, and instinctively reached up to cover her breasts with her palms, holding the cups of the bra in place.

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