She twisted her head around, instinctively glancing at the front door as if someone might walk in and find her without a shirt on in the living room.
“Don’t think. Just act. No one’s going to show up. It’s way too late. And the only person who would ever come by is Sergei. Trust me—he’s otherwise occupied.”
“Did you speak to him?” she asked as she gripped the sides of her sweater, still uncertain.
He nodded. “I did. But that’s not your concern. Your job is to trust me to handle the details. Would I ask you to take your shirt off in the living room if I thought there was even a slight chance you would be caught?”
“No.” True. He had a point. He wasn’t interested in sharing. She got that.
“Of course not. I’m not the kind of guy who likes his submissive to expose herself to others. It won’t happen. Ever. Your naked body will never be seen by someone else.”
She gave a brisk nod. Good. All right.
“So, in the future, and by that I mean starting right fucking now, don’t mentally question me. I’ve got you covered. Do what I say without pause. Know that I’ve thought of everything.”
“Okay.” Her fingers trembled as she lifted her sweater over her head. She’d been nearly naked in the living room before. And the kitchen. Why was this different?
“Stand tall. Spine straight. Head bowed. Eyes to your feet. Spin slowly in a circle so I can look at you.”
She did as he asked, fully conscious of the effect this simple command had on her. Lord. Maybe he could control her extensively without striking her. As she spun around, she felt completely naked. She still wore jeans, panties, socks, and a bra. Naked wasn’t even close to describing her, but it was the way he had her performing and the tone of his voice that made butterflies flutter in her stomach.
“Now the jeans. Lower them. Slowly. Step out. Toss them on the floor.”
She fumbled to get the button open and then grasp the zipper. Her fingers seemed to no longer be connected to orders from her brain.
And then she wiggled her ass back and forth to ease them down her legs. The worst part was keeping her balance as she lifted each leg to step out. Suddenly, as if standing on the coffee table influenced her equilibrium, she swayed from side to side.
“The socks too,” he whispered as she tossed the jeans to the floor.
When she righted herself, she was down to bra and panties. Thank God they were a matching black set that she loved. They made her skin seem even paler than it was, but judging from the look in Ivan’s eyes and the fact that he wasn’t blinking, he liked the view.
“Turn slowly in a circle again.”
She started, nearly tripping over her own feet.
“Shoulders back. Spine straight. Head down. Always assume that position when I request your compliance.”
She nibbled on the corner of her lower lip. He was setting her on fire. With words. With nothing but demands to strip. How was that possible?
And more importantly, how was this punishment?
She still couldn’t see how he was going to make her think twice about defying him in the future. Not this way. Not by making her pussy wet and swollen and needy. Seemed like a reward instead.
“Now your bra. Pop the clasp. Ease it off your shoulders and down your arms.”
She faced him as she followed his orders, her head bowed, preventing her from seeing his expression. That alone was unnerving.
When her breasts popped free, she gasped. The constraint had been stifling even though she hadn’t realized it. The globes were heavy. Her nipples were points, almost painful in their desire to be touched.
“Ease your panties off next.”
She squirmed out of them and dropped them in the growing pile on the floor. And then she righted herself and stood tall with her head bowed as he’d instructed.
Seconds ticked by. She felt so much more exposed than simple nudity should cause. It was heightened by the fact that he sat fully clothed feet away from her and she stood on a raised platform that made her stand out.
Even her stunt of dropping her towel to get him to notice her paled in comparison. This was different. She felt like she was on display. Not looking at his face made it worse.
“Turn around. Face away from me.”
She did so slowly. Unnerved like never before. Why was it weirder to have her back to him? She flushed, feeling the heat rise on her face. She even squeezed her butt cheeks together, unable to stop herself.
“Face me again.” His voice was lower. Authoritative.
Hot.
By the time she faced him again, her nipples were stiffer than they had already been. She hoped that was the only outward obvious example of her mindset. But no…her flush…
“Spread your legs farther.”
God, his voice. It was a different tone than she’d ever heard. Even when she’d been tied to the bed the other night, he hadn’t spoken to her quite this way.
She took a step out, recognizing how much more exposed she immediately felt. He couldn’t see anything different. But that didn’t matter. She felt it. Felt the wetness leaking down her thighs. She clenched her pussy.
So aroused. So easily aroused. No one was touching her.
He said nothing for long minutes. Left her standing there waiting.
And waiting.
Until her mind wandered to territory it should have stayed away from. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him inside her. She craved any contact at all. This… This display…exposure… It was maddening.
“Lift your hands and lock them behind your head.”
She paused a moment, almost unable to comprehend what he requested. And then she lifted them. Shaking. Clasping her fingers together at her neck.
“Pull your elbows back.”
She pressed them open, aware that her breasts where higher. Heavy. So full. Was that even possible? Surely it was an illusion.
Maybe that was his intention.
“So gorgeous,” he mumbled.
She shivered. Not from the cold.
He left her standing there, saying nothing. A tremble grew from the shiver.
Is this how he meant to dominate her? She might prefer a spanking.
“You can lower your hands and step down.”
Her arms were tired. Almost aching from holding them up so long. She eased onto the floor on wobbly legs.
“Sit in the corner of the couch, opposite me.”
She rounded the coffee table and crawled onto the cool leather. It felt amazing against her irrationally heated skin.
“Swing your legs onto the cushions and lean back into the corner, facing me.”
She did as he asked, uncertainty making her nervous. She drew her knees together, but he shook his head.
“Legs open. Wide. Pull your thighs apart.”
New wetness leaked out of her at his words. Would he be able to see it? No doubt.
She closed her eyes as she leaned back and spread her legs open. The exposure drove her mad. Horny. Insanely horny.
“So submissive.” He leaned forward as he spoke, his voice closer.
She squeezed her eyes tighter and let her head fall back so her face was toward the ceiling. Her knees shook. She gripped them with her fingers.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are spread open like this for me?”
She didn’t answer, but bit her lip. Her heart seemed to rise and fall rapidly, pounding out of her chest.
“Touch yourself.”
What? Her eyes flew open, and she lifted her face to meet his gaze.
He was shockingly closer to her, having scooted forward until he casually leaned one elbow against the back of the couch and rested his head in his palm. As if he were about to tell an interesting story.
“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Keep your legs wide, but show me how you like to get off. Masturbate for me.”
Oh God. No. Anything but that. The intensity of his scrutiny could undo her.
And yet she ne
eded to be touched so badly she could almost do it. He obviously had no intention of doing it himself, so she was going to have to do it herself if she wanted any kind of relief.
What if she came? There was a good chance she would. She was that aroused.
“Alena.” The one word was sharp. Louder.
She jumped, her gaze meeting his again. And then she eased one hand between her legs. She had to bite down hard on her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud the second she made contact with her clit. It was swollen, sensitive, needy.
Stroking it didn’t ease the pressure. It intensified.
“Baby…” His voice was gentle now. “That feels so good, doesn’t it?”
She moaned. Damn. She hadn’t wanted to do that.
“Mmm. Use your other hand. Spread your lips apart. Let me see how wet you are.”
Her knees fell open wider as she reached between them, spread her swollen flesh apart, and stroked one finger through the wetness.
Oh yeah. She was soaked.
“My girl is submissive.” Was it necessary to point that out? He sounded proud. Relieved? “Taste yourself,” he added.
She blinked at him.
“Suck your finger.”
She’d never done anything like that. Wouldn’t the idea have sounded crass two weeks ago? Now it sounded heady. She lifted her hand to her lips and sucked her pointer into her mouth.
Sweet and salty.
“Take your finger off your clit. Grasp your thighs.”
She followed his instructions. She would do anything. Whatever he asked. He had an unexplainable pull on her. Every word made her hornier.
He searched her eyes. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” And then he lifted off the couch, rounded it, and left the room.
Part of her wanted to stroke her clit against his will, but what would he say about that? She wanted to test him. But not today. She didn’t think it wise to give him any more reason to torment her. If stripping her naked and forcing her to open herself up to him in the living room was his idea of punishment for scaring him, he was succeeding.
Not because she didn’t enjoy it. Shockingly, the exposure was making her arousal spike to new limits. The problem was she needed to come. And she was certain he knew it.
Seconds later he was back, and he held an object she’d never seen before in one hand. In fact he held it out to her.
She released her thigh with one hand to take it even though she shuddered at what he had in mind.
A dildo. Not a small one. Not as big as his cock, but still large. Rubber. Pink. Realistic looking. She held it by the base and flinched when she heard a small popping noise, jerking her gaze to find him holding a bottle of lube too. He lifted it to the mushroom-shaped head and let a generous amount run down the tip.
Was he going to use this on her? Why? She craved his cock like never before. She didn’t need a substitute. She held it out farther from her, like a dripping ice cream cone in a flavor she didn’t care for.
“It doesn’t bite.” He chuckled. “It’s far tamer than the vibrators. Swirl it around your entrance.”
“Ivan, I don’t need this. Why? Just fuck me already. I’m so horny.”
“I know. Don’t question me. Just do as I say.”
She stared at him for a few seconds and then lowered her gaze to the dildo, watching the lubricant run down the sides. She didn’t need the lube any more than she needed the dildo. Before it hit her palm, she turned it over and set it against her entrance.
“Good girl. Stroke it through your folds.”
Her heart raced faster. The pressure… It seemed as though her sex had clenched down, and now the opening wasn’t wide enough to accommodate something that size.
“Push it inside. Slowly.”
She pulled her lips in between her teeth as she introduced the rubber object to her channel, stretching it, teasing nerve endings she hadn’t known existed. Her eyes fluttered closed again. Maybe she could pretend he wasn’t watching.
“Slower. Little by little. Legs wider.”
Her thighs shook. Again. She dug her heels into the leather of the couch that no longer felt cool against her skin. She held her breath as she worked the dildo deep into her pussy. With each new pass, she stiffened further, needing to come so badly but knowing it wouldn’t happen until she touched her clit again.
And Ivan hadn’t given her permission to do so.
When the dildo was fully seated, she gasped, lifting her hips. Sweat gathered on her brow.
“So damn sexy. You’re amazing. Hold it tight. Don’t pull it back out. Grip it. Squeeze it.”
She groaned louder as she clenched the rubber with her walls. Amazing.
“Now.”
Now what?
“Now, stroke your clit. Keep pressure on the little cock with one hand and flick that bundle of nerves with the other.”
Eager, she commanded her other hand to move, to reach between her legs, to hold the hood back with two fingers and plant a third on her swollen clit.
She nearly shot off the couch.
“Stop.”
Her eyes went wide as she released the little nub.
“You only have permission to touch yourself, not to come. Do only what you can tolerate without coming.”
Don’t come? Was he kidding?
She froze, her fingers no longer touching her clit but hovering a breath above it.
“That’s it.”
She moaned. Lifted her hips, holding the dildo inside her. “Ivan…”
“Dominance.”
“Ivan,” she stated more forcefully. It suddenly seemed like she might go mad if she didn’t come.
“Submission,” he added, ignoring her. He leaned in closer, planting his hands on the couch on both sides of her waist without touching her. His face came toward hers. Inches separated them. “Don’t put your life in danger again.” His chest was bare. When had he taken off his shirt?
She nodded, letting her gaze roam down his torso. Not just his shirt… He was naked.
“If I say don’t leave the clinic, I mean it.”
She nodded again, rapidly. He meant it.
He wasn’t going to spank her. He was going to tease her into submission. Or make her tease herself, which might be worse. She licked her lips, but her mouth was dry.
“Stroke your clit again.” When he eased back to sit between her legs, he lifted his hands from her sides, reached under hers, and set his fingers on her inner thighs, pressing them wider, holding her down, exposing her further.
She lowered her fingers to the nub and touched it lightly. No way could she keep from coming. Not with his scrutiny so close. Not with his face dipped to watch. Not with the level of arousal that spiked from those factors.
“That’s a girl. Touch only as much as you can to avoid coming. Keep yourself fully aroused, but don’t go over the edge.”
She circled her clit and then released it, gasping again, fighting for oxygen as if she’d been running. “Ivan…”
“You’re doing great. Again.”
Touching her clit the next time, she had to grit her teeth. Too close. She instantly released. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet. Don’t touch your clit, then. Fuck your pussy with the dildo.”
That would not be better. Didn’t he realize this?
She eased the phallus out of her channel slowly, but the nerve endings were too sensitive. It seemed as though every part of her sex had a heightened awareness. She moaned long and low while the dildo slid out. Even though she gripped the base, she couldn’t stop the movement. It felt so damn good.
Ivan grasped her wrist before she could push it back inside. He met her gaze. “You’ll come for me now. Use the dildo and your fingers. Do it fast. I’m going to watch. And then I’m going to fuck you, and you’ll come again.”
She didn’t move.
He released her wrist and nodded. “Now.”
She didn’t need him to give her permission again. Thrusting the t
oy back inside, she simultaneously flattened her pointer on her clit and pressed. That was all it took. The orgasm that shook her was indeed fast and forceful. Her vision blurred as she could do nothing but ride the waves of pleasure.
So many times her pussy gripped at the dildo and her clit pulsed against her finger. She lost track.
Suddenly the dildo was gone, yanked away by Ivan, who then grabbed both her wrists and hauled them over her head. One second later his cock was poised at her entrance and he slammed in hard.
She screamed. The world spun around her. It seemed as though she might pass out. Too much sensation at once.
He thrust again and again. Faster. Harder. So full. So tight.
The dildo had been tight. His cock was tighter.
Her mouth fell open as she realized she was on the edge of another orgasm. Shock registered. So soon after the first. How was that possible?
It was. Because two seconds later, she came again, grasping at his engorged cock and panting through the waves of pressure.
Ivan came too. She knew this because his moan mixed with hers, lower, deeper. Sexy as hell.
When he finally stopped thrusting, he set his forehead on hers.
It took several moments for her to meet his gaze. He was smiling. “Sexiest creature alive,” he whispered between deep breaths. “I won’t have any trouble getting you to obey me, will I?” He chuckled now.
She tried not to smile. She should be appalled. But there was no sense denying the truth. He could get her to do anything.
She knew he didn’t mean that he would start ordering her around. His dominance didn’t extend to abuse. He simply wanted her safe. And that warmed her.
She shook her head. “I won’t run after bad guys again. Promise.”
“I thought so.”
“Although, the reward at the end was amazing…”
“However, imagine if I had drawn it out longer or not let you come at all. I can do that too, you know.” He lifted a brow.
She inhaled sharply. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
Chapter Twenty
The hair stood up on the back of Alena’s neck Monday morning. She didn’t have any specific reason to be concerned. Nothing had changed.
The usual suspects congregated outside the clinic—two men from the FBI, two men from Yenin’s crew, and two men from the FSB. That last component was the most unnerving, but she’d grown to expect it.
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