Page 92 of Bratva's Vow
Soft.
Exactly as I’d commanded.
A low growl rolled from my throat.
The towel slid from my shoulders and hit the floor, forgotten.
I stalked to the bed, heart pounding, and climbed on slowly—deliberately—like a lion circling its prey. My palms skimmed up the backs of his thighs, over the round swell of his ass, tracing the curve of his body as he shivered beneath me.
“You listened,” I murmured, voice rough with approval. “God, look at you. Obedient. Spread. Waiting for me.”
He moaned softly, pressing his hips back like he couldn’t help it.
“You were so hard for me earlier.” I dragged my fingersdown his inner thighs. “Leaking through your pretty lace… and now?”
I cupped his cock gently, reverently. It lay against his thigh, soft and warm, his balls pulled tight beneath. I kissed the small of his back and gave him a slow stroke, more praise than stimulation.
“Now you’re soft. Just like I asked.”
“Maxim…” he whispered, voice hoarse and trembling.
“You did so fucking well for me, solnyshko.” I lifted to kiss the back of his neck. “You waited. You obeyed. You let me see how much you belong to me. Do you know how much I appreciate that? How much I appreciate you?”
He let out a shuddered breath, half a sob, half a whimper.
I reached to the side table and picked up the metal cock cage I’d set out earlier. Cold, polished, perfectly sized. When I showed it to him, he stiffened beneath me but didn’t pull away. Didn’t speak.
I kissed his shoulder blade. “Let me protect what’s mine.”
He nodded. Submissive. Trusting. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Good.”
I slid my hand between his legs, gently raised his cock and balls, and fit the base ring snugly behind them. He hissed through his teeth, sensitive from being touched, but didn’t complain.
Then I guided his cock into the sheath, careful, slow, checking every angle. He twitched, whimpered. His whole body trembled.
“You’re doing so good for me,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his hip. “Letting me lock you up. Letting me keep you safe from yourself. From me.”
I clicked the lock into place.
He gasped.
The cage was secure. “There you go. Now you’ll keep yourpromise to me that you won’t come. That this”—I ran my hand down his back, palmed his ass, then pressed one finger against the base of the plug—“is all mine to use the way I see fit tonight. Isn’t that right, Wren?”
“Yes, Maxim. I’ve always been yours.”
“You kept this in for me too.” I pressed hard on the buttplug, shoving the tip in even deeper, teasing. “You’re full of good decisions tonight, aren’t you?”
He whimpered. “Please…”
I grabbed the lube again, slicked my fingers generously, and eased the plug free with slow, deliberate care. He gasped as it slipped from him, his hole clenching around the absence.
“So greedy.” I worked the tip back inside him, fucking him slowly with the plug. He trembled beneath me with each thrust.
His submission was intoxicating. It filled me with a kind of high, a rush of adrenaline I’d never get from anything else.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmured, slapping his ass hard once. “So fucking beautiful.”
