by Ivy Clyde
“You’re going to tie me,” he said.
My heartbeat turned erratic at once. Tie up Victor Sokolov? The heir to the Sokolov clan?
Could I dare to do this? Was Victor testing me or was he really going to allow a reversal in our positions?
A mix of fear and anticipation rushed through me at the thought of having Victor tied up before me. The power to touch him and explore every inch of his body was as heady as a sip of luxurious champagne.
“This is just for practice,” he said, placing the length of rope on the table between us. “You’d always have someone to tie up your victims.” Holding up the coil of rope, he asked, “Do you know how to tie knots, Danny?”
I stood up and leaned over the table to take the ropes from him. “I can tie knots,” I said.
“Let me test you, then.” He smiled, his silvery eyes glinting with a hidden motive. Leaning back against the chair, he placed his arms on the armrest.
I gave a nod and moved toward him. Bending down beside him, I wrapped the rope in a loose cuff around his wrist. Without warning, I wrenched it hard and tightened it in place.
“Ooh!” A sharp gasp escaped him.
A thrill shot through me at that. It was an amazing feeling to have this powerful man in my control. Suddenly, I realized how pleasurable it could be to have power and control over someone else. There would be no stopping me if I wanted to kiss him or throttle him. I could cut him, maim him, kill him...
I took in a shuddering breath, trying to calm the excitement flooding my body.
“Is it too tight?” I asked. While it was exhilarating to have Victor in my power, I didn’t want to hurt him.
A soft laugh escaped him. “It’s supposed to be tight.”
I gave a nod, continuing to secure the knot around his other wrist.
“You can tie the rope around the chest to bind a man more securely to the chair.”
I did as he instructed, wondering if this was a drill or something Victor desired me to do to him. Either way, I couldn’t help enjoying the power he offered me.
My body brushed against his as I moved around, tying him up securely. His breath was hot on the bare skin of my face and neck. I could hear his breathing get shallower as he became more and more restrained to the chair.
“What about your legs?” I asked, gazing into his silver-gray eyes.
“Do it.”
I knelt on the ground and positioned myself between his legs, my face mere inches away from his crotch. I looked up at him and found him gazing down at me unblinkingly. The intensity in his eyes was enough to make my core throb with need.
What was happening to me? What exactly was he making me do? My body felt incredibly hot right now. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
My face brushed against his knees as I tied knots around his ankles and secured them to the chair. My body shifted, bringing me closer to his crotch again. That’s when I noticed the sizeable bulge there.
Victor was hard, his erection creating a nice tent in the fabric of his trousers.
My hand itched to touch it but I controlled my urges. Slowly, I looked into his eyes.
“This is not part of our practice,” said Victor with a grin that lit up his handsome face. “Men hate being tied up.”
Heat coursed through my veins, making my core throb harder than ever. I wanted to touch him so badly right now.
“Victor,” I breathed, kneeling before him. “Do you want me to take care of you?”
I wondered if he heard me over the loud pounding of my heart as he stayed still and silent, watching me with those piercing silver eyes.
“Have you ever cared for anyone before?” he asked in an unusually grim tone.
It took me a moment to answer him. I’d slept a couple of times with a senior guy at the police academy but I had never “taken care” of him. He’d been the one who controlled everything, finishing inside me without needing me to stroke or blow him.
“No,” I said truthfully. “I have never taken care of anyone before.”
“Then, why do you want to do such a thing now?” asked Victor in a grave tone.
I considered the question. Was it guilt over what I did with the USB drive this morning? Was it out of fear of upsetting him? Was it a necessary part of my job as an undercover cop?
A shuddering breath exhaled out of me as I met Victor’s piercing gaze. “Because I want to,” I said with total honesty. It might be stupid and impulsive, but right this moment, I wanted this man.
The outside world ceased to exist and for the moment, it was just Victor and me.
My hand moved along his thigh, my palm feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his trousers. With fumbling fingers, I unbuckled his belt and proceeded to pull down the zipper.
Victor didn’t struggle against his bindings as I pulled down his trousers, letting them pool around his ankles. My gaze took in the thick, corded muscles of his legs and thighs. Reaching out, I slipped my hand inside his boxers and caught hold of his hardened cock.
Victor took in a sharp breath as my cool fingers wrapped around his hot, throbbing shaft. I eased the waistband of his boxers and lowered it down to his ankles so I could have full access to his cock and the thick, shaved balls underneath.
My teeth bit down on my bottom lip as I wondered if I’d ever be able to fit him inside me and how tight and hot it would be when he was buried inside me. A moan escaped me as I held his throbbing cock in my hand.
I raised my head to look at Victor. The vulnerability and need in those silver eyes sent another jolt through me. It was only for now, but at this moment, Victor Sokolov was mine. Wrapping my fingers around his cock, I moved my hand up and down the shaft.
A shuddering breath left him.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I whispered, feeling the intense need to assure him.
He kept his gaze on me as I tightened my grip and increased the pace at which my hand moved along his shaft. He grew harder and lengthened in my grasp. It was enough to tell me I was doing this right.
Lowering my lips onto the tip, I licked the glistening drop of precum there. Next, I ran my tongue along the whole length, tasting him like an icy lolly.
“Danny,” he grit out, his hips jerking forward but the ropes kept him from moving.
I smiled up at him, feeling bolder than ever before. Victor was mine right now and I wouldn’t stop until I’d pleasured him to my heart’s desire.
Wrapping my lips around the head, I sucked while my hands pumped his shaft. Deep guttural groans escaped him as I took in more of his length inside my wet, hot mouth.
“Fuck, Danny,” he moaned as I took him in deeper.
I gagged a few times but soon found my rhythm. My head bobbed up and down his cock as I sucked and swallowed him until he was writhing against the ropes binding him to the chair.
“Your mouth is so fucking good,” Victor said through gritted teeth. His eyes were closed and his head was leaning against the backrest. “Fuck, Danny! If I’d known it’d feel so good, I’d have done this the day I met you.”
My core throbbed harder as he kept groaning, telling me how hot I made him. Warmth and pleasure surged through me, knowing how good he was feeling.
“Touch yourself, Danny,” he said in a breathy voice. “You can touch yourself, doll. I know you want to.”
I wanted to do that so badly. My pussy was wet with my arousal but there was no way I could touch myself and expose the truth of who I really was.
I paused and looked up at him. “This is all about you.” Before he could say anything, I took more than half his length inside my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head.
Victor forgot what he was saying as his head rolled to the side and he squeezed his eyes shut once more. The only sounds coming from him were the deep, breathy groans.
I never knew how good bondage sex could feel. In my past life, I couldn’t even imagine enjoying something like this. But with Victor’s cock deep in my throat, powe
r and heat thrumming through my veins, I knew I’d found a new pleasure.
To be absolutely truthful, this moment wasn’t part of my undercover persona. I wasn’t even doing it to get on Victor’s good side or because I feared him.
I was doing this because I liked it, because I wanted to do it.
My mouth moved up and down his shaft, drawing out the most wonderful sounds from Victor’s lips. I knew he was close to his release, so I reached out to caress his hardened balls.
“Oh, fuck! Danny!” he cried out, his body jerking against the ropes binding him as he shattered inside my mouth. His white-hot load shot down my throat, not even giving me a chance to move away.
I swallowed it but some of his cum leaked out of the corner of my lips as I let his cock slide out of my mouth.
For a while, we were both gasping for breath.
My heart thundered in my ears as I leaned against his legs and held onto his knees.
When my breathing became more regular, I became aware of the strings of drool and cum on the front of my shirt. I was about to wipe them away but Victor stopped me.
“Don’t clean yourself,” he said in a voice filled with authority. “I like seeing my mess on you.”
“Yes, Victor.”
“Call me ‘mister’.”
A smile came on my lips as I chuckled softly. He was only a few years older than me but he wanted me to call him by that nickname. It was kind of fitting though. He was, after all, my boss and protector in his world. Even then, the term sounded like a sweet, endearing word.
“Yes, Mister,” I said.
Victor was still struggling against the ropes binding him. Even when he was dictating his orders to me, I was still the one in control. He could neither touch me nor himself.
Had Victor ever put himself in such a position where he had no control, where he was the one being used? He was intimate with River but I doubted they had this dynamic between them.
Raising my body, I brushed my lips against Victor’s. He leaned in for a deeper kiss but I moved away.
I was completely drunk on power right now.
A growl escaped him, making me smile internally. Leaning in, I let him kiss me as deeply as he wanted.
It turned out Victor was a sore loser. He kissed me hard, nibbled on my lips, and thrust his tongue deep in my mouth, tasting himself on me thoroughly.
My body begged me to touch myself between my thighs. It felt like my hands were tied by an invisible rope, keeping me bound to the sweetest torture.
I was panting by the time he released me. Looking into his glowing eyes, I gave him a challenging smile. “I’m good at tying people,” I said with confidence.
“You are, doll.”
“Doll?”
“Yes, you’re my doll.”
Warmth and a weird kind of happiness spread through me despite the silly nickname he’d picked for me.
23
Danica
The sound of a bell trilling over my head jerked me out of sleep. I looked wildly around, momentarily dazed. Realizing the sound was that of a doorbell, I threw the covers away and jumped out of bed.
Reaching the door, I grabbed the knob and wrenched it open.
“You,” I breathed, gazing upon the most unexpected person on the other side of the threshold.
“Hi,” said River, smiling at me. He was dressed in a casual white pullover and fashionably ripped jeans. A silver cross dangled from his left ear while his ash-blond strands framed his beautiful face. “Did I wake you up?”
Before I could speak, a short bark made me look toward Ginger, his massive wolf-dog. She was wagging her tail hard and looking up at me with large pale silver-gray eyes.
“Is it late?” I asked, fearing the worst.
“No, I just came to see if you were up,” he said. “Can I come in?”
“Uhhh...sure.” I moved away from the door to let him in.
Crossing the threshold, he let go of Ginger’s leash. The dog bounded into the suite, enthusiastically sniffing at my jacket draped over the back of a couch.
River perched himself on the edge of the bed and looked around.
“Sorry about the mess,” I said. “I was going to clean up this morning.”
He grinned, waving a hand like it didn’t matter. His violet eyes focused on my legs instead. I’d gone to bed in nothing but the shirt I’d been wearing last night.
“Let me put something on,” I said, moving over to grab my trousers but found Ginger sitting on the trousers which I’d left on the couch.
River chuckled softly. “It’s fine, Danny,” he said. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me. I’m not Victor, you know. I won’t ask you to kill or castrate someone for me.”
I was unsure of him, so I gave a nod and studied him. There had been no information on River in the department files which made it difficult for me to navigate around him. “Can I help you with something?” I asked after a few seconds of awkward silence.
Leaning back, he shook his head. He seemed quite at ease despite my squirming. “I was out for an early walk with Ginger and thought I’d invite you over for breakfast. Looks like I’m right on time.”
“Breakfast? What about Victor?”
He shrugged. “He’s cooking.”
“I’m not sure if I should—”
“You should,” he said at once. “Victor wants you to join us.” Getting back on his feet, he walked over to the couch and retrieved my trousers from under his dog. “Did you want this?” he asked, holding them out to me. “You can skip it if you want. Victor and I won’t mind.”
I chuckled awkwardly and pulled the trousers out of his hand. “Could you give me five minutes? I need to use the bathroom and clean up a little.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Take your time. I can wait as long as you need because Victor is taking care of all the cooking.”
“Thanks,” I said and hurried into the bathroom.
I splashed my face with cold water and looked into the mirror before me. Water dripped into my light-brown eyes as I stared at my reflection. I slept better last night and it already seemed to have an effect on my appearance.
In the privacy of the closed space, I wondered whether River knew what happened between me and Victor last night. It was hard to tell because River looked just as radiant as he always did. There was no sign of jealousy or anger in him.
A sliver of shame twisted my insides. I’d enjoyed the light bondage play with Victor and was happy to get on my knees to pleasure him with a blowjob. There was a time I was head-over-feels for my captain but now, I was getting giddy about getting closer to Victor.
A groan escaped me as I proceeded to comb my hair. Shame, guilt, and excitement raged inside me. I was actually happy to be invited for breakfast.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled on my trousers. My shirt was badly creased, so I decided to chuck it and pulled on a fresh black t-shirt.
“Ready to go?” River called out just as I stepped out of the bathroom.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“Come on, girl!” He clapped his hands.
Ginger immediately cocked her head toward him and leaped off the couch.
“Sweet girl!” he cooed, dropping onto his knees to smoosh Ginger’s face.
“She’s so well-trained,” I said as he straightened up.
He winked, grinning mischievously. “I’m really good at training.” Chuckling at the look on my face, he pulled me against him and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “You’ve got to let me take care of you, Danny. You always work too hard.”
An awkward chuckle escaped me as he led me down the hallway toward the door to his and Victor’s suite. The cool scent of chamomile and roses wrapped around me as he pressed me against his lean, hard body.
It’d been a while since I’d come this close to someone else. After my grandmother died, I’d rarely been intimate with anyone. River’s easy hold on me made me feel unusually warm inside.
“You’re so differe
nt from the men who usually accompany Victor,” he said in a thoughtful voice.
Cuz I’m not a man, I thought internally.
“I like you, Danny,” he said, pressing me against his body harder.
“Thanks, I guess,” I muttered as he pushed open the door to the suite.
Ginger loped forward and padded over to a spot under a window. She settled onto a settee, facing the weak rays of the early morning sunshine.
“Come on,” said River, suddenly catching hold of my hand. He pulled me along with him until we reached the kitchen and dining area.
He stopped before a table laden with baskets of croissants and pastries. There were carafes of juices and milk along with dishes of fried eggs and bacon.
“Fruit?” said Victor, appearing before me with a glass bowl of chopped fruit.
“Err...”
I felt a yank on my arm, distracting me from the vision of Victor in a flowery pink apron. River pushed me into a chair at the dining table and placed a chocolate chip-studded croissant on the plate before me.
“Uhh, thanks,” I muttered, looking up at Victor to see whether he was cool with his lackey eating breakfast at his table. The indulgent smile on his handsome face told me he didn’t mind.
Is this about last night? I wondered as the image of him tied up to a chair rose in my mind.
“Don’t you eat breakfast?” asked Victor. “You look like you’re seeing a croissant for the first time in your life and don’t know what to do with it.”
“It’s not that,” I said in a low voice. “It’s just...it’s a surprise.”
“I love surprises,” said River. Sliding over to Victor, he picked up a grape and pushed it through Victor’s lips.
They were clearly intimate with each other. I waited for a flare of jealousy to strike me at their closeness, but nothing happened. In fact, it sent warmth shooting through me. Seeing Victor with River made him seem so...human.
With a start, I realized I liked seeing them together.
I bit into the croissant and purred. The pastry was amazingly buttery and flaky, the chocolate chips melting on my tongue.
