Page 47 of Ruinous Need
As he drives us home, one of his hands stays between my legs. Playing with me while he keeps his focus on the road.
Until I’m a whimpering mess begging him to let me come. He doesn’t. This is another punishment. I hold on, desperately, unable to stop grinding against his hand even as it brings me closer and closer to the edge.
He wraps me in his jacket to hide my bare pussy and carries me up to his apartment. What if someone had seen me being carried, half naked, in his arms, overstimulated and right on the precipice of an orgasm?
I should feel uncomfortable with the idea that someone could walk in on this clearly dangerous, volatile man carrying me naked in his arms through the lobby of his apartment building and into the elevator.
Instead, it makes me tingle with a fresh wave of arousal.
I think he likes it too. He doesn’t pause on the way to his bedroom, where he slowly ties me together with a scratchy rope that I’m sure is going to leave marks.
“If you’re going to break the rules, Lisette, I’m going to make sure you can’t go anywhere,” he says as he binds my legs together. “Maybe I’ll just leave you tied to this bed forever.”
I try and fail not to be aroused by that. If I was permanently tied here, Viktor could use me whenever he wanted… And I don’t think he’d ever leave.
“Why do you think I wouldn’t like that? It would be better than you leaving me here alone.”
Viktor’s teasing me as he ties me up, his hands roaming over my body in a way that leaves goosebumps in his wake but brings me no closer to an orgasm.
“Hurry up,” I hiss at him, my pussy soaked and impatient for his touch.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, Lisette.”
I’m still learning how this works with him. He takes control of me, making me obey him, and for some reason I can’t get enough. I’ve never done anything like it before but Viktor seems to know just what he likes.
He goes even slower after my complaint, the occasional brushes of his hands against my skin while he tightens the knots teasing me.
The harness around my breasts is infuriatingly sensitive. Every time I move, my nipples chafe against the rope. And Viktor is making sure I can’t stop squirming.
The rope loops around my thighs, binding them together just above the knee. Another rope squeezes my ankles together. The position he’s chosen squeezes my legs together so tight that he can barely fuck me with his fingers.
Just the pressure of him sliding his fingers in makes me whimper with need. I’m overstimulated and right on the edge.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He places a hand on my hip and I shudder against him. The only thing that will relieve this intense pressure is his touch.
“N-no.”
“Mm. Good.”
Viktor unzips his pants and lets them fall to his knees, fisting his erection as he watches me tremble on the bed.
All I can do is look up at him helplessly from my restraints.
Each time I see his cock it increases this fervent need to take him inside me. “Please,” I choke out when I see it. The tip is pulsing with blood and a few drops of precum slide out. I lick my lips.
“Do that again and I’ll decide to fuck that pretty mouth instead of your needy pussy.”
He grabs the rope where it knots together below my breasts and shoves me forward on the bed so he can trace his cock along my soaked entrance. Surely he’s not going to fuck me — not while I’m like this, with my pussy squeezed together so tight that even a finger is a struggle?
But he is, I realize as his head pushes against my entrance.
The first time Viktor enters me with that thick, veiny cock, he’s going to make it ache. Even though I’m dripping wet. Ready for him in any other position. He wants to split me open with the most resistance possible.
Viktor brings one hand down to where the rope comes together below by breasts and pulls, rocking me until my pussy is right on the edge of the bed. I’m helpless to stop him. My pussy on display for him, my thighs bound together.
He starts to push into me in an agonizingly slow motion. My mouth drops open.
