Page 25 of Dark Bratva Christmas
He pulls out a series of instruments I can only assume are for torture. Silky black rope, blindfolds, various clamps, and whips. He grabs the rope and a blindfold and walks over to me, his expression unmoving.
“No,” I tell him, taking a step away from him.
“Ah,” he chuckles, his voice darkening. “See, here’s the thing, you don’t get to tell me no.” His eyes burn into mine, and I swallow the fear. “You chose to run, you got caught. You pay the price.”
“That’s ridiculous.” My voice shakes as he corners me, blocking any kind of exit. “You can’t make me do this.”
“You can’t make me stop.” He looms over me, the rope dangling from his closed fist. “You can’t make me stop any more than I can make you stop trying to run away.”
I shake my head. “Totally different—”
Matysh cuts me off with his movement, grabbing my wrists, and beginning a series of expert knots that I don’t understand. I gasp as the fire of his touch works the rope tighter, jerking in my body in a way that should have warning sirens erupting in my mind…
But instead, I’m left clenching my thighs.
“You’re not serious about tying me to your bed. Are you?” I force out, attempting to sound a lot braver than I really feel.
Honestly, being vulnerable like this to him seems like a fucking nightmare.
“I'm going to show you what it's like to beg for me,” Matysh says in a low growl. “Since you seem to think that you’re incapable of it.”
My breath catches in my throat, and all of a sudden, my head is fuzzy and I can't think of a thing to say back to him. My heart beats rapidly and I'm almost positive my face is as red as a tomato. Matysh just smirks at me as he grabs my other arm and ties a knot around it.
The rope is surprisingly gentle against my skin, which makes me think Matysh picked this from whatever store he bought it at with great care. I mean, I assume there are stores for such things. Yet another area he’s simply way more experienced at than me.
“I’d rather just not run again than be some sort of sex doll for you,” I choke out, my arms now completely bound and unableto move. The mixture of emotions in my gut is confusing even to me.
I can’t tell if I’m truly scared, excited, or if it’s the guilt of being turned on by Matyshagain.
And to make it all worse, I'm more than likely pregnant now. The whole goal of sleeping together to begin with was megetting pregnant.I could justify sleeping with him and enjoying it when it was a duty. It still felt like a betrayal to Mikhail, but I didn't have a choice.
This is betrayal,my inner voice screams at me.
“You need to quiet your mind,” Matysh’s voice comes out softly, making it jarring. It’s almost like he gives a shit. That’s too shocking to actually believe.
Before I can argue or question him, he sweeps me up into his arms and then carries me to the bed. He lowers me down onto the plush mattress and ties both of my arms to the posts as he restrains me.
He kneels between my legs, and then slowly begins to pull my pajama bottoms down. Every instinct in me is begging me to fight, but I just… Ican’t.I can’t bring myself to fight him.
I swallow hard and gaze at him, already seeing how, without even touching me, his cock strains against his pants.
The memory of our last encounter—our only one up until now—draws some sick excitement out of me and the promise of feeling it again floods my pussy.
God, I hate that I want him.
Matysh stares at me in contemplation for a moment, then grabs a silky black blindfold and covers my eyes with it.
“Wait,” I say as darkness surrounds me. “I… I don’t… I don’t think—”
“Trust me, Little Flame. This will be the best fucking punishment you’ve ever felt,” Matysh grunts before his hands reach out for my breasts.
He pinches my nipples between his fingers and the sudden surprise of his touch only heightens the jolt of pleasure racing through my body.
“Oh, fuck.” I quickly bite my lip to keep from moaning while I somehowfeelMatysh’s smirk.
“Isn’t it better when you can’t see me coming?” Matysh whispers, pulling his hand away from me.
For a few painful moments, I hold my breath in anticipation, waiting desperately for his touch—soft or not. However, after several beats pass, it doesn’t come, and I let out the breath.
