Page 51 of His to Ruin

“No, I bought these for you.”

Piotr’s tone has taken on an edge of darkness. He was playful in the car as we headed back to the apartment after leaving my security team at the park. Despite his driver sitting up front, Piotr lavished affection on me, peppering me with sweet kisses and twirling my hair around his finger. His demeanor changed the minute we entered the bedroom. He let go of my hand, which he’d been holding tightly, and ordered me to strip. I haven’t fullyobeyed the command yet. I’d only just taken off my sneakers and socks when Piotr distracted me with the cuffs he produced from a drawer in the nightstand.

“Oh, okay.”

It’s good he hasn’t used them on a dozen other women before me, I suppose, but it makes me wonder if his suggestion at the park was as spontaneous as it seemed. I thought he just wanted to have a bit of fun, but knowing he had shackles at the ready puts a new complexion on things. Suddenly, the idea of letting him tie me up and take the last piece of my innocence is a lot scarier.

“Didn’t I give you an instruction?” His voice is calm, but not in a reassuring way. It makes me shudder with dread.

“Uh, yes.”

“So, why are you not carrying it out?” Piotr steps closer and cups my cheek with his palm. I can’t resist leaning into his touch. “Don’t you want to show me what a good girl you are? Don’t you want to give me your obedience?”

“I didn’t vow to obey you.”

Piotr smiles tightly. “Ah, we’re back to your little rebellion at the altar. You know, I’ve wondered how you could refuse to obey me, yet promise me your love.”

“Well, love comes in different forms. I thought one day I might develop a fondness for you, like I would for a pet.”

“Hmm,” he muses. “The problem for me, Olivia, is that I don’t require your love in any form. What I require is your obedience when we’re in the bedroom.”

“Only in the bedroom?” I don’t like that he called me Olivia. He does it to keep some distance between us. When he’s pleased with me or seeking closeness, he calls memalyskha.

“And wherever else I choose to fuck you. Is that an issue?”

I consider that for a moment and decide it isn’t a problem. Obeying when we’re in an intimate setting doesn’t bother me. I like his dominance. Something about the way he takes charge makes me feel safe. Perhaps it’s because I’m less experienced than he is, and I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself by doing the wrong thing.

“No, it’s not an issue.”

“And yet you thought you could ignore my command to remove your clothes.”

I don’t point out that I had, in fact, hurried to do as he asked before I got sidetracked.

“Is that why you’re so angry?”

Piotr shakes his head as if my question shocked him. “You think I’m angry?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No, but I am disappointed you still haven’t done as you were told.” He blows out a breath as my bottom lip wobbles. I crave his approval so badly I could cry. “Olivia, I thought you understood the sort of man I am. While I might give you a lot of leeway in where you go and what you do, with your personal safety and our sex life, I require control.”

“Okay, I understand. It’s just you were so sweet to me in the car, but since we got back here you’ve been different with me, colder. I thought I’d done something wrong. You called me Olivia.”

Piotr furrows his brow. “It’s your name.”

“But you call memalyskhawhen you like me better.”

“I think you’re overanalyzing things,malyskha.” He emphasizes the endearment. “When we’re alone like this, you don’t need to read into everything I say or do. Just obey my instructions and trust me to take care of you.”

Maybe I am thinking about this too much. It’s just all so new to me. I was a virgin a mere twenty-four hours ago and now we’re talking about doing anal. Although I had some experience with a man before Piotr and I got married, it didn’t prepare me for this. Am I ready to put myself in Piotr’s hands? I think about it for a moment and decide I am.

“Okay, I can do that.”

“Good girl.” Piotr’s praise warms me. “Now, take off your clothes and place them neatly on the chair.”

Under his searing gaze, I pull my floral silk blouse off over my head. I reach behind me to unhook my lacy bra and quickly slip it off. I turn and walk across the room to set both garments down carefully on the chair in the corner of the room before going to work on my jeans. Keeping my back to Piotr, I unfasten the button and lower my zipper. I shimmy out of my jeans and fold them, placing them with my other clothes before taking off my panties and dropping them on the top of the pile.

“So beautiful,” Piotr says as I turn to face him. “And every inch of you belongs to me.”

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