Page 52 of His to Ruin

The possessiveness in his voice makes my thighs clench. The thought of being owned by him, by any man, shouldn’t thrill me, but it does.

“Yes, Piotr, I’m yours.”

His eyes gleam with delight. He probably expected me to argue.

“Get on the bed,malyskha. I want you on your back.”

Brushing past Piotr, I walk to the bed and climb up onto it. I lie down with my head on the pillow, but I can’t get comfortable. Staring up at the ceiling, I try to calm my swirling thoughts. Self-consciousness grips me as Piotr’s eyes trail slowly over every inch of my body. I can’t help squirming.

“Easy,malyskha,” he murmurs, as if soothing a wild animal.

He gets up onto the bed and straddles my legs. With his knees at either side of my thighs, he’s got me trapped. Why do I like that so much?

He grabs my right arm and wraps one of the leather cuffs around my wrist, fastening so it fits snugly. He doesn’t ask me how it feels, just runs his finger between the leather and my skin to make sure it’s not too tight. Then he draws my arm up and to the side to secure the clip on the cuff to a brass ring on the bed. I frown. Was that there earlier? I didn’t notice, but it must have been. Piotr couldn’t possibly have had that installed while I was out this morning.

Oh, who am I kidding? This is Piotr Reznov. He only has to click his fingers to get whatever he wants done. If he decided to turn the guest bedroom into a sex dungeon, he’d have done it, even if this is someone else’s apartment.

“You’re overthinking again,” Piotr scolds me. “Just relax.”

I scoff at that. “There’s nothing like being told off to help a person to relax.”

Piotr’s eyes narrow. “Do you need me to thrash your ass before I claim it?”

Would that calm my raging nerves? No, I don’t think so. This is going to be strange enough for me without enduring the conflicting emotions a spanking sparks inside me, too.

“No.” I’m unable to banish the petulance from my voice. “Sorry.”

Piotr chuckles. “You could attempt to sound convincing.”

I bite back another retort as he binds my other wrist and attaches it to another hook on the headboard, so my arms are spread wide. Piotr lifts my head and steals the pillow, tossing it to the floor. Then he grabs my hips and drags me further down the bed until my arms are stretched taut.

“Sadist!” I grumble.

“Pray you never see my sadistic side,” Piotr says darkly as he gets off the bed.

His eyes fix on mine and don’t release me for even a second as he strips off his clothes to reveal his incredibly toned body. His cock is jutting out proudly. Knowing he’s so eager for me gives me a thrill, but I’m still apprehensive.

Piotr gets onto the bed, shoves my legs apart and kneels between them.

“For what I intend to do to you I don’t want your legs tied down, but if you fight me or hesitate to obey my commands again, I won’t hesitate to chain you to the bed, plug your ass, and whip you until you learn to behave.”

There’s no smart comeback for a threat like that, so I keep my mouth shut. I need to trust that Piotr won’t hurt me and show him I can follow instructions without smart-mouthing him at every turn.

I’m rewarded for my silence a moment later when Piotr lowers himself to kiss me. It’s soft and surprisingly tender, an almost loving gesture. He slides his tongue over mine, but there’s no battle for dominance here. He takes a moment to tease me and then pulls back. Staring deep into my eyes, he caresses my cheek, before moving lower.

When his lips skim over the sensitive flesh of my breast, I moan. Despite the stretch in my arms restricting my movement, I arch upward to get closer to his warm lips. He pushes me back down with a hand on my chest as he takes my nipple into his mouth. With a firm pressure, he sucks until a tight peak forms. My mouth falls open on a groan as his lips move away, but he quickly lavishes attention on my other breast.

Just as I think I might come from this alone, he moves. He trails kisses down my abdomen and I wriggle restlessly.

“Patience, Olivia.”

When he gets to the apex of my thighs, he looks up at me.

“Already soaked,malyskha. Is that all for me?”

There’s no point denying it. “Yes.”

“Such a lovely gift.”

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