Page 113 of Viripotent

Without his shirt on I’m drooling, waiting for the peep show to continue. He doesn’t touch his belt and reaches above his head, taking down the spare reins that were looped over the beam. I know I should be afraid when he wraps them around his fist. But I’m not. My heart starts beating at a normal rhythm and he won’t hurt me. He’ll be a dick and say wild shit, but that’s his impulsivity, all of Vlad’s control is in his hands. His tongue is the only thing he allows to move freely.

Excitement has my senses heightening as he takes easy strides to stand at my side. Lifting my hair from my face with one finger, the usual tepid icy eyes are the coldest they’ve ever been, matching his voice.

“Why did you do it?”

I refuse to answer and bite my cheek. He stares at me, some of the ice thawing as he silently waits for me to say something, to give him an excuse. The thin leather swishes through the air before landing on my ass. It stings, a good sting, like having a bruise and pressing down on it.

“Answer the fucking question or I’ll be able to play tic tac toe on your ass.”

I want to laugh at his threat, but I’m not totally crazy and manage to stay silent.

Doing exactly as he said, he marks strips on each ass cheek. He pauses between each pass of the reins, hitting my skin to demand an answer.

“You’re usually allergic to silence.”

I stay still and blink up at him. There’s more force in each progressive strike.

“Inessa. Answer.”

He’s losing control and hesitates on the next strike. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Changing his tactic, he grabs my hair at my nape, pulling my head up and filling my vision.

“How long?”

A moan leaves, pushing through the guards of my teeth as he smooths a hand over my stinging ass cheek. The leather strip is still in his hand, adding to the rough sensation and I can’t lie anymore.

“Since we got back from Moscow.”

Realization has him pausing and then filling with more anger. Pulling my head further back, Vlad seals his lips over mine, feeding me his rage. My wrists are going to be sore from how much I’m twisting wanting to touch him. Using the only parts of my body I have slight control over, I push my ass back into his palm and stroke my tongue against his. It’s carnal and wild, filled with anger and disappointment.

The emotion carries into his voice, and I feel reprimanded for the first time.

“Don’t keep things from me again.”

Nodding once when I already know I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, he relaxes minutely. His hand loosens in my hair, and he traces down the curve of my ass with his leather-wrapped knuckles.

“You’re soaked, malysh.”

Nodding again so he does something, the bastard traces my lips with his thumb in a ghost of a touch.

“It’s a shame you’ve been taking them pills, or I’d be able to fuck you.”

Opening my mouth to offer anything else, I clamp it shut before anything can leave me. My head drops between my shoulders, and I hide behind my hair, not wanting him to see me weaken. He’s in tune with my body and mind. He stands behind me and pushes me forward, making my back arch and insatiable desire builds inside me, feeling his covered dick where I need him.

“You’d have my dick in this tight cunt instead of clutching at nothing.”

Goosebumps erupt down my back as he traces the curve of my spine with the tip of the reins and continues torturing me.

“You’d come so beautifully, just like all the other times, meelaya.”

I push my ass back into his groin, searching for relief. But the bastard laughs and takes half a step backward.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need,” he offers.

Shaking my head in frustration and answer, he enacts fucking me, slamming his hips against my ass so hard my body rocks. He palms my ass and pulls my cheeks apart. My face is on fire as he continues his mental torture.

“I’ll leave you here, a whore among the horses.”

He’s speaking directly to my ass. I don’t need to look behind me to know where his eyes are fixed, and I squirm, trying to stop him staring.

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