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The command felt like a door being slammed shut, which onlyparalyzed her to the spot. He was serious, he really intended to use that chairwith her as they made love. He was going to strap her down—immobilize her as hefucked her. No, she didn’t want that, she didn’t want to be used in sex, shewanted to experience it with him like they have been. Looking over hershoulder, she glanced at the bedroom door.
“You going to run, Rahina?” he said, guessing her thoughts.“How far do you think you will get? Let me answer that baby, I will not let youmake it to the stairs,” he informed her. “I will have you up and over myshoulder in seconds, and once I do, I will lay you over this chair and strapyou in myself.”
“Roman, no,” she whined. “I don’t want this.”
“Yes, you do,” his gunmetal eyes softened for a secondgiving her a fleeting moment of hope. “Now, come here.”
Nervously, she stepped forward her socks, making no soundalong the carpet until she was right in front of him. This close to him, shecould only see some of the Cyrillic letters under the image of a bloody daggeretched into the spot just above his heart. Heat from his hands registered firstbefore she felt the brush of his fingertips against both of her shoulders.Looking up to meet his eyes, some of her nervousness disappeared as sherecognized the flicker of restrained desire brightening his eyes. He wouldn’tuse her, she tried to assure herself. Pushing the gown's straps off hershoulders, she breathed deeply as the material slid down her body and pooledaround her feet. Standing there, she tried not to squirm under the warmth ofhis gaze as it passed over her nipples, hungrily stopping there as ifcommanding himself to look but not touch. She could see it, the bunching of themuscles in his shoulders and the flexing of his large biceps, she could see thediscipline of his restraint. The realization warmed her even further.
Taking her by the hand, he pulled her to follow until she was standingwith her back against the chair. “Do you not trust me?” He asked.
“Yes, I do, but...” She didn’t know how to say it, how to convey herinsecurities about this without sounding as if she didn’t trust him.
His hands flexed at the curve of her hips where they rested. Thechurning desire in his eyes told her he was at his brink. “Then turn around,”he whispered, “and bend over the chair.”
Shakily, she stepped up the chair, being closer to it she could see nowonce the back was flipped over, the inside was lined in soft velvet.Hesitantly, she began to lean over the edge and paused, realizing how it wouldfully display her backside.
Turning, she began to protest again, but Roman stepped up to her runninghis hands around her naked waist and hugging her to his body. Rahina sighed atthe comforting feeling of his warm protective body. Placing an encouraging kisson her shoulder, he instructed her again. "Bend over."
Taking a deep breath, she did what she was told surprised at thecomfort she felt on the piece of furniture obviously designed for this purpose.The turned over cushion acted as a wedge in the seat of the chair inclining herbody perfectly with her hips up in the air, and her chest and head comfortablyon the velvet lined cushion. Unable to see Roman from her new position, shecould only feel him as he cinched the straps at her ankles before coming aroundfinally to her view to secure her wrists.
Catching his eye as he knelt in front of her, she tugged at the straptesting it. It felt solid. “I don't think I like this,” she whispered.
Leaning forward, Roman kissed her. “Shh, baby,” he ran a hand along thelength of her spine as he walked back around the chair to her exposed ass.“Relax. No one is here but me. No one will see you, and no one will ever touchyou but me.”
“I know,” her voice was small even to her own ears as she nodded,trying to calm herself. She didn’t want to disappoint him. When he used totease and threaten to strap her down, she thought it was kinky, and it turnedher on a little to imagine such forbidden things, she thought she wouldn’t mindit, but for some reason, the lack of control and blatant exposure suddenly felthumiliating. But if she seriously begged him to stop what would he do? Would itchange what was between them?
Her breathing was increasing, she could feel her chest heaving againstthe cushion beneath her.
“Rahina, relax baby," his deep voice broke through her escalatingthoughts, and she could feel his stroking hand on her back increasecomfortingly. "Relax."
Slowly, her breathing calmed. His gentle strokes worked from the base ofher neck to the small of her back, slowly soothing her tense muscles. Slidingdownward, they smoothed over the curve of her ass, and she was reminded thather legs were spread apart, subsequently spreading her cheeks, revealingeverything to him. It was mortifying knowing he could see even her anus. Romanseemed more than unbothered by the exposure, however, using both hands, hemassaged and gripped the fatty tissue of her ass as he continued to calm her.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," his voice wasso deep, and his accent was so thick she could barely understand him, but shecould feel him. Words didn’t need to express the state of his arousal pressedagainst the back of her thigh. The knowledge that she could do that to him evenin this position warmed her to the core. “Did you know Rahina, I think aboutyou every day?”
Her grip on her cuff straps tightened at the surge his words caused toher heart. “No. Do you really?”
“Mmm, yes. Every fucking hour of the day, I find myself thinking of youin some way,” he admitted roughly. “Remembering something you told me orwondering what you are doing.” Rahina startled at the feeling of his hot breathagainst the flesh of her ass cheek and smiled as she felt him place a gentlekiss on each cheek. “You are eating at my mind Rahina, I watched you as youdancedCarmenthe other night and that made it twice now, where Iwatched you die on stage, and twice it made me furious." The feeling ofhis teeth sinking into her ass made her yelp. Swirling heat twisted inside ofher at that, knowing he was most likely bruising her skin, but it only made herwant him to do it more. “You are distorting my reality my beautiful Rahina, Iswear you are destroying me.”
She cried out at the kiss to her exposed damp folds and shed tears athis confession. Again, he kissed her starting at the opening of her entrancebefore letting the tip of his tongue glide between her folds until it found thetiny nub of nerves. Suckling it between his teeth, he growled in satisfactionas she cried and bucked against the bonds.
“I think about you too,” she cried between moans listening to the wetsounds his mouth was making against her. “I even imagine it’s you when I’mdancing.”
He stilled against her—unmoving and silent.
Suddenly she felt his tongue on the tight ring of her ass.
“Roman!” she yelped. What was he doing?!
She writhed and squirmed against the awkward invasion, but the grip oneither side of her ass kept her in place. Spreading her wider to give him betteraccess, she moaned at the slippery feeling of his tongue inside of her, gentlystroking the ring of muscle against her will. The feeling began to evolve intoa pleasure she was not at all prepared for, in and out and around the base, shecould feel the strong hot muscle laving her as he steadily pushed a finger intoher slickened entrance. It was too much the feelings were too much; he wasbuilding something hot and desperate inside of her. Soon she began to rock herhips in time with his stroking tongue inside her ass. It was beyondfrustrating; this feeling back there wasn’t enough. It offered a vague wildsort of pleasure that left her wanting more.
“Please,” she begged over and over again. “Please Roman, please.”
Mercifully she felt his tongue delve deeper, and the feeling inside herfinally broke free. Her climax was deafening, and she sagged limply in thechair, her hands going slack at her bonds.
Breathing heavily, she felt his pants slip from his waist and thecontact of his bare skin against her. The invasion of his thick cock wasunannounced but not unwelcome as she groaned at the stretching feeling. Sheheard him rumble something deep in his chest, but she could not make it out ashe grabbed her hips in a punishing grip that was sure to leave bruises. He rodeher body relentlessly, his hips slapping into hers as he drove deeper. It feltso good, everything she feared before was now exactly what she wanted. Shewanted to fucked and used in this moment by this dangerous man. She imagined whather body looked like bent over and strapped down before him, and the imagenearly put her over the edge. Rahina could feel his passion for her, though,she could feel how even as he grunted and savagely fucked her how he stillcared for her. She could feel his hand working beneath her and finding herclit, she could hear the occasional growl of her name from his lips. He wantedher, she thought, as she cried out his name in another release. He wanted herjust as much as she wanted him.
Chapter 20
