Page 5 of Wicked Vow

I’ve never felt regret for anything I’ve done before. But with Natalia, I suddenly have the overwhelming sense that I’ve gotten it all wrong.

“You should have told me as soon as you knew.” I turn my head towards her, forcing myself to look her in the eye instead of taking in the sweet torment of her nude body so close, yet so unaccessible.

Natalia snorts. “Why? So you could be the one to call the shots and decide how I’d handle this? Lock me up somewhere until it’s born? I think not.”

Her fingers trail down her throat, and she smirks as my gaze flicks to her hand. “You wish I were touching you right now. I know you do.” Her eyes slide down to my cock, softened momentarily from our conversation but instantly rock hard again at the mention of her touching me. It brushes against my abs, pre-cum sticking to my flesh as it bobs against my lower belly, straining to be touched. My hands flex in the cuffs, and Natalia laughs.

“Poor Mikhail,” she croons again. “I bet you’ve never been in this situation before. Never had a woman you wanted so close to you that you couldn’t touch. That must besohard–difficult, I mean.” Her mouth twitches. “I know how much you love being in control. And now there’s nothing you can do to make it better.”

Her hand slides down between her breasts, her fingers flicking over one nipple carelessly. Her lips part at the sensation, and she glances mischievously at me as she toys with it, her back arching slightly as she presses her breast into her hand.

“You wish this were you right now, don’t you? Except you wouldn’t be so gentle. You’d tug and pinch and bite, just like this–ahh!” She pinches her nipple, tugging at it, her breath catching as her head tips back.

It’s fucking torture. I lie there watching Natalia play with her nipples until they’re red, stiff, and swollen, back arching, squirming, and moaning as she teases herself while my hands are cuffed above my head. My cock is so hard it hurts, aching for her, slapping against the damp flesh of my abs with each jerk as it drips pre-cum. I can feel my balls tightening, heavy and taut between my thighs. I tell myself that if she makes me come just from watching her, if she makes me lose control like that, I’ll pay her back a thousand-fold for the humiliation.

Her hand slides down the concave slope of her belly, and it’s all I can do not to let out a groan as I realize what she’s about to do–the torment that she’s intentionally putting me through.

“Now I don’t have to beg you to let me come,” she murmurs, her voice low and husky as her fingers skim closer to her pussy. I can imagine how wet she must be, her flesh soft and sensitive and swollen, how sweet she would taste as I lapped up her arousal. My cock jerks again at the thought, the head flaring as more pre-cum slides down my shaft, even that sensation exquisitely painful at this point. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I canhearhow wet she is when she slides her fingers between her pussy lips, spreading her thighs and her folds open so I can see, from where I’m cuffed against the pillows, the small pink nub of her clit.

Natalia glances over at me, her smirk spreading into a wicked grin as she sees the expression on my face. “You must need a better view,” she whispers huskily, pushing herself up higher against the pillows with one hand as the other slides lower, her fingers scissoring around her clit as she rubs gently. “I wouldn’t want you to miss anything.”

My teeth are clenched so tightly they grind together. I can smell the sweet scent of her; her sweat and arousal mingled together, and I can hear the wet slide of flesh on flesh as she begins to rub faster. “Youcould try begging,” she suggests, her voice breathier as her arousal heightens. “I can’t promise it will do you any good.”

“I’m not going to beg you for anything,” I snap, the words gritted out between my teeth, and she just laughs softly, her hips arching up as she strokes her clit faster.

“We’ll see,” Natalia breathes, her other hand sliding around her thigh as I hear the wet, delicious sounds of her fingers sliding inside of her. “Ohgod, yes. It’s not as much as your cock, but it still feels good.”

“You want to feel my cock?” The words come out less threatening and more choked than I’d like them to, as my cock jerks eagerly in response. “Let me out of these cuffs, and I’ll fuck you raw.”

“Oh, I know you would. But it’s not worth it.” Natalia smirks. “Beg me, Mikhail, and maybe I’ll ride your cock for you while you’re still cuffed. It’d be as much for me as for you; I know how hard it can make me come. You can be my good little sex toy.”

She croons the last words, and my balls tighten so painfully that I’m almost certain I’m going to lose control and come. My cock is throbbing visibly, straining, the veins pulsing as I struggle to keep control of my orgasm. The thought of Natalia riding me, sinking all that wet heat down onto my aching cock, is almost too much to bear.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes, her fingers moving faster, her hips moving as she arches up against her fingers. I can almost taste her on my tongue. Everything about the show she’s putting on fills my senses, and it makes me feel like I’m losing my fucking mind.

“I’m–I’m going to–ohgod, I’m going to come!” She cries out, her thighs splaying wide as she rubs her clit frantically, her fingers thrusting inside of herself as I watch her come with wild abandon, her entire body tensing and shuddering as she moans aloud with pleasure.

I can’t think about anything other than the throbbing in my cock, and how desperately I need to fuck her. I jerk thoughtlessly against the cuffs, and it’s not until I hear Natalia laughing softly as she sinks back into the pillows, breathing hard as her eyes flutter closed.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asks, my voice full of humor that infuriates me. “I know I did.”

“You’re going to regret all of this,” I growl at her, my entire body stiff with frustration and anger.

“Maybe,” Natalia says sleepily. “But I’ll make you regret everything else first.”

I stare at her, lying just out of reach, as she drifts off to sleep. My cock throbs against my belly, my fists clenching as I stare down at my swollen erection, and I let out a long, groaning sigh.

I know I won’t be falling asleep anytime soon.

Natalia

I’ve found few things as pleasurable as giving Mikhail back as good as he gave before.

I know it likely says something about me, that I’m enjoying my own version of revenge, torturing him. But I can’t resist it. And I can’t help feeling that he deserves it after what he’s done.

I wake for the first time in what feels like ages without being bound, restrained, or caged, able to sleep as long as I please without being bothered. Mikhail is stirring next to me when I wake up, and I see with a cruel pleasure that he’s as hard as he was last night, his cock stiff against his abs as he slowly stirs, hands flexing against the cuffs.

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