With barely a pause, Jane had shot up underneath him and thrust the heel of her hand against his chin, forcing him back. The aim of her knee suggested to him that she wasn't interested in trying for children any time soon. Luckily Vlad was able to catch her by the waist and force her legs apart so she was unable to kick him with any amount of accuracy.
"Stop this Jane!" he snapped, no longer amused by her resistance.
"You wanted me for a wife," she snarled, twisting in his arms, hitting and scratching any part of him she could get her hands on. "Now you can live with the consequences."
Vlad grunted when she'd managed to strike his thigh. "Enough!" he roared, shoving her back. When she lunged for him, he slapped her in the side of the head, sending her tumbling. Vlad shook his head in disgust, he was bigger than her, his hit had dazed her. "Fuck," he growled, reaching for her and hauling her to her feet. "I don't want to hurt you, Jane."
She was panting, her T-shirt had ridden up her smooth stomach displaying a swath of pale skin and enticing him to explore further. Despite her casual, somewhat Gothic wardrobe, Jane enjoyed pretty underwear. Lacy black bras, thongs, etc. Vlad reached out and placed his hand on her stomach, his long fingers nearly covered the entire expanse of skin. Jane tried to jerk away from him, but he held her arm tightly in his other hand. Each short, shallow breath she took drew him to explore further. He moved his hand along her skin, underneath the edge of her bra.
"Vlad, stop it," she said, trying to sound angry, but her eyes darted to the door. She was afraid someone would walk in on them. Perhaps she should have worried about that before attacking her husband.
"Take it off, Jane. Now," he said huskily. When she didn't move, he added, "You have ten seconds. Make use of them before I take your clothes off myself."
She shuddered, clearly in no doubt how that scenario would end. Though he reigned in the savage brutality of which he was capable, she knew better than to believe it was gone altogether. Now she had driven him to show her that he wasn't to be defied. Lifting her small chin she began removing her clothes. First her T-shirt went over her head, showing him that he was correct in assuming her bra was black and lacy, then she kicked off her flat shoes and peeled down her faded jeans. She wore a matching black lace thong that showed off her curvy thighs and rounded ass.
"Turn around," he said.
She stared at him with large luminous eyes. She didn't enjoy stripping in the dining room where anyone could walk in from the serving staff to Boris. She would have to learn that he would not be denied. That there would be consequences to her insistence on turning their marriage into a battlefield. He'd been patient long enough. Glaring at him, she turned around.
Vlad reached out and traced long fingers across her shoulders, brushing the straight black hair to the side and watching it swish back into place. He traced the small bumps of her spine down her back with his ring finger. He enjoyed the shiver that rocked her body. His finger reached the waist of her thong and continued to trace down the thin strip of fabric that protected her most intimate parts.
She gasped, "Please Vlad, not here."
His hand closed possessively over her hip, kneading the flesh over her skull tattoo. He leaned in close, hunching his shoulders until he spoke in her ear, "Anywhere I want, Jane. The more you resist our marriage, the more I will be forced to impress upon you the value of capitulation. I have been patient enough, it is time you learned the consequences to having me as your husband." He deliberately echoed her words.
Jane reacted by driving her sharp little elbow into his ribs and lunging away from him. Vlad was quick. He grabbed a fistful of her smooth hair and, wrapping an arm around her naked waist, lifted her struggling body off the ground. His temper soared again. Would she never learn? He swept dishes off the table, ignoring the clattering and smashing as they hit the floor. Vlad pressed her stomach into the edge of the table, checking his strength with barely leashed anger so he wouldn't slam her still healing gunshot injury into the hardwood, and pressed her forward until she was bent over the table.
"By all that is holy woman, I have been patient enough," he growled, his accent thick. "This will be a lesson you won't soon forget.”
Before she had attacked him a second time, he had only intended to humiliate her a little and then allow her to redress for their meal. Now, she would bear the marks of his anger. She would discover why all others feared him and whispered of his cold brutality. He decided it was time to own her body in every way he could. He was done allowing her time to adjust to living with him. She would know who she belonged to, and he would derive great pleasure and satisfaction from the lesson.
"If you won't capitulate as my wife, then I will force your compliance," he growled, tearing the delicate thong from her body and enjoying the bounce of her ass as the material tore away.
"Vlad!" she cried out, trying to struggle up. “What’re you going to do to me?”
Vlad stroked her body from her neck to her thigh enjoying the soft glow of her skin against his rough hand. She quivered, unable to suppress her arousal. He continued to soothe her body despite the violence of their actions, despite the violence of his feelings toward his woman. He wanted her to belong to him in every way, but he also wanted her willing. No, more than that, he wanted to hear her beg. He wanted her to know who was her master that commanded her body as no other could. He leaned over her, pressing his arousal into her ass.
“Say no, Jane,” he whispered into the side of her head. “Say no if you don’t want it.”
She didn’t speak at first, breathing heavily and pressing her cheek against the hard wood of the table. She whispered, “Are you going to hurt me, Vlad?”
“Probably,” he replied softly, “but you will love every minute of it.”
She moaned and helplessly arched her back, pressing her ass against him in answer to his question. Vlad gritted his teeth in a grin and reached down to unbuckle his pants. Jane shivered as the teeth of his zipper scraped over the soft skin of her thigh. He pulled the belt from the loops making sure she also felt the slide of leather. Swiftly he reached up for her arms and pulled them around her back, pressing her soft breasts mercilessly into the unyielding wood of the table.
“Vlad!” she panted, his name a sharp cry echoing in the large room.
He looped his belt three times around her wrists, pulling the leather tight before buckling it. He stepped away from her to pull off his own clothes his eyes glued to the seductive picture his wife made trussed up against the table, ready for his use. He would indeed take an actual picture if the jealous side of his nature would allow such a thing. However, he would not have evidence of his lovely wife’s sexual subjugation for another to potentially witness. It was a poor reason to have to remove a man’s eyes.
“You will learn Jane,” he said huskily, approaching her from behind. She tried to twist her head around to look at him, but her silky hair fell forward blocking her view. “Until I’m certain you are going to be an obedient wife who will not attack her husband with little provocation.”
“Fuck obedience,” she snapped, anger flaring in her once more.
Vlad chuckled. “Yes, Jane. I intend to fuck the obedience into you. It seems to be the only way to keep you in check. Now be a good girl and stop talking before you make things worse for yourself.”
Jane’s opinion of him became louder and angrier. Vlad brought his hand down on her ass cheek in a hard smack, causing her to jump. Instead of quieting her though, her objections became louder until she was insisting he untie her so she could attempt to ‘kick his ass’ with more success than she had minutes before. Vlad reached down and picked up her thong from the floor. He tore the delicate fabric with ease and then reached over to pick up a cloth napkin.
“Don’t struggle, Jane, I would hate for you to bruise those gorgeous lips.”
She opened her mouth in a scream of rage, which Vlad took advantage of by stuffing the balled up napkin into her mouth. He tied the thong around her head, ho
lding the napkin in place so the little virago couldn’t spit it out.
Vlad’s cock was now so hard he could barely contain the raging desire to fuck his wife. He loved seeing her bound and at his mercy. He ran his fingers from the back of her head where he’s tied the black thong down the back of her neck and then across her spine. She shivered, unable to suppress her reaction to his touch. He brought his other hand up and pressed both of his thumbs into her lower back, right above her ass. He knew this was a place where her body carried tension.
He massaged the smooth skin of her back, digging his fingers in with enough force to get into the muscles, but not enough to hurt her. He alternated the massage with running his fingers lightly down the length of her back and sides purposely ignoring all of her erogenous zones. Finally, after a few minutes she began to relax under his ministrations and stopped shouting into her gag.
“You like that, zoloste?” he asked softly. “What about this?”
He spanned her waist with his long fingers, loving the barbaric look of his dark ink against her pale skin. He pressed his hands lower, sinking his fingers into the flesh just above her ass and kneading it. Jane moaned in response. Vlad grinned and took that as a yes. Before long he was pressing his thumbs into the fleshy globes of her ass.
At first Jane had stiffened beneath him, but bound and helpless she could do nothing except take whatever he chose to give her. Finally the incredible sensations his massage was arousing seduced her body into relaxing against the table. He moved his fingers lower still, parting her cheeks and pressing his fingers into the crease. Jane sucked air in through her nose, but remained still as he gradually moved down the crease.
By the time he reached her pussy, Jane was dripping for him. Her legs had parted restlessly. Vlad’s mouth watered as he dropped to his knees behind her. Jane tried to come up off the table and twist around so she could see what he was doing, but he slapped a heavy hand down on the small of her back pinning her in place. Vlad gently ran his tongue along the plump lips of her pussy, which were flushed and begging for his attention. Jane made a helpless sound and parted her legs at his urging so he could wedge his shoulder in.
Unable to help himself Vlad attacked her wet flesh with fingers and tongue. He knew that it was more than she could comfortably take, but he felt the driving need to push his wife’s boundaries tonight, until she was helpless to refuse him anything. He drew her clit into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue, driving Jane higher and higher until she was writhing in desperation. When she was mindless with need, he scooped two of his fingers through her dripping pussy and moved up to the tiny hole above.
Vlad had hoped she would be so far gone she wouldn’t notice, but she stiffened at the first touch of his fingers on her anus. He’d always known he would take Jane there, however, it wasn’t something they had discussed. He was finding her surprisingly lusty in the bedroom considering her cloistered upbringing, but he’d not wanted to push her too far too fast. Now he felt the driving need to impress on Jane the knowledge that she belonged to him, completely, irrevocably. That no part of her would be barred from him.
She arched against the table, pressing her hips down into the edge of the table as though to escape his sensual assault, but as he continued to tongue her she fought the instinct to get away and pressed herself eagerly back. Vlad continued to work a finger in her ass, using her own fluid to ease his way until he had one knuckle in.
“Good girl, Jane,” he murmured. “You are so beautiful.”
He felt her body begin to tighten towards an orgasm and helped her out by maintaining an even rhythm that her body could handle. She moaned against her gag, her body spiralling into its first orgasm of the night. He used the relaxing of her muscles against her by pushing his finger all the way in her ass. Her muffled squeal sounded through the gag and she tightened against the intrusion.
“It will hurt less, malysh, if you just relax,” he said, running his hand down her quivering thigh soothingly. “Come baby, I need to get another finger in if you are to take my cock tonight.”
Her reply was unintelligible, but he could imagine what she wanted to say to him. He grinned and leaned in to bury his face in her needy pussy once more. By the time he was done wringing orgasms out of her, she would be helpless against him. He forced orgasm after orgasm on her willing body until she was moaning weakly and her juices combined with his saliva began dripping down her thighs. He finally managed to wedge another finger deep into her anal passage and massage the velvety sheath until she was loose enough to take him.
Vlad stood behind her using his bare arm to wipe his face. He loved the slightly musky smell of her and the taste that could only be described as heaven to him because it was Jane. He’d never felt such burning possessiveness with another woman. The need to imprint her on his soul. She lay moaning and breathing rapidly through her nose. Vlad fisted his cock and sliding it through the sopping wetness of her pussy lips, thrust home until he was balls deep in his woman’s silken vagina.
Vlad fucked her against the table, reaching underneath to pinch and caress her already abused clit. Jane’s moans turned to cries as he ruthlessly pushed her toward another orgasm. He knew by now that the line between pain and pleasure was blurring for her and she was beginning to crave the bite of his finger in her ass. As Vlad began to reach the edge of his own orgasm he pulled out and lined himself up with her back passage.
Jane was so mindless, having been forced to orgasm repeatedly as Vlad prepared her that she showed no sign of resistance as he gently but relentlessly began pushing past the tightness of her ass. Finally, she realized what he was doing as the unbearable pinch hit her. Jane screamed into the gag and pushed her hips against the table, instinctively arching away from him. Vlad continued his assault on the virgin flesh until he was nearly home. Reaching, he tore the thong from her head and pulled the napkin out of her mouth wanting to hear the sweet vocalization of her pleasure.
“Scream for me, Jane,” he said in a thickly accented voice before pushing his length all the way.
Jane arched back unwittingly thrusting her ass back and fisted her hands against her leather bonds. She let out a long hoarse scream. “Please, Vlad, oh god please…” she begged.
She had never been more beautiful to him in that moment with her husky pleading voice, her bangs stuck to the sweat on her forehead and her body writhing beneath his in helpless ecstasy.
“Fuck baby, I want you like this forever,” Vlad said in a growl before he began moving in her.
Jane’s cries filled the room and after a moment she began pushing herself backwards, impaling herself on his cock with each thrust. Her cries grew more frantic, coming out in breathless sobs. Vlad unbuckled the belt holding her wrists together and freed her arms. Jane screamed in pain when she brought her arms back up over her head. Vlad distracted her by thrusting harder, ruthlessly plowing her ass as he headed toward his own orgasm.
Jane clawed at the table as though to climb it in a bid to get away from him. Vlad held her by the hips, forcing her ass down on his ravaging cock. She cried out again as he neared his release and his penis began to flare within her, forcing her body to take even more of him. They flew over the edge together, Jane’s breathless cries culminating in one long scream of bliss, which succeeded in drawing Vlad’s own release. He pumped jet after jet of hot semen into her ass until he had nothing left.
Finally, he stopped moving, letting himself grow soft within her. He pulled out of her. Jane whimpered. Vlad ran a soothing hand over her back, concern creasing his brow. Her breaths were coming out of her in shuddering sobs. She was a small woman with relatively little experience, it was possible that he had hurt her in the heat of passion.
“Jane?” he said her name gently. When she didn’t respond or move at all he hooked an arm around her waist and began to lift her from the table. When it became clear that her legs weren’t going to be holding her up, he turned her in his arms and lifted her against his chest.
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��Jane, please say something,” he asked in a cajoling voice.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She took a few breaths and licked her dry lips. When she spoke her voice cracked a little from a throat abraded by screams. “I should stab you for that Vlad, with a dull dinner knife. But…”
“But?” he asked, fighting a smile.
“I believe I enjoy anal sex now that I’ve had a chance to try it. I’d like to do it a few more times at least before I cut your dick off.”
Vlad laughed out loud. “My bloodthirsty little wife, I would expect no less from you. Come, lets go take a bath and then see if you have any more orgasms left in that little body.”
“Vladimir, I swear to god, if you touch me one more time tonight I really will stab the shit out of you,” she said, burying her face in his shoulder as he strode up to their bedroom uncaring of their nakedness.
CHAPTER TWENTYFOUR
As Jane drifted around the ornate dining room, every muscle in her body denoting restlessness, she failed to notice her husband standing in the entrance way watching her. Vlad had known this would be an inevitability. Jane had been raised from birth in an atmosphere of busy work and hard labour. When she'd moved to the city she had turned her relentless drive to police work. Then to PI work.
He wished that she could just devote herself to being the pampered wife of a wealthy man. Unfortunately, even Vlad couldn't picture her spending her days shopping and redecorating the mansion. Jane would never be happy playing it safe and living under constant guard where his enemies couldn't reach her. Which was too bad, because he could not allow her to put herself in danger. At least she had settled down a little more, since their dining room battle several days earlier, and stopped fighting him at every turn. At least physically.
"Lovely as always," he said, stepping into the room and drawing her notice.
Velvet brown eyes swung toward him and, before she could conceal her expression, she had a lost look on her face that was like a punch in the gut to him. Then she rolled her eyes and snorted, "Sure, I'm a fashion goddess."
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