She tried to keep from bucking against his hand, but her body twitched slightly, and she knew he was aware of the struggle inside her. “You can torture me, but I’m still not going to be okay with this, or cooperate with my subjugation. Besides, I don’t need you. I can just masturbate.”
His lips tightened, and he gave her a smile that was chilling. “Can you, Tara?”
She struggled with him as he lifted her body higher on the bed, while one of his hands moved between their bodies. A moment later, he lifted it to reveal his belt, which he wrapped around her hands before belting her to the headboard. “Good luck pleasuring yourself, lisichka.”
She squeaked in outrage. “You can’t just leave me tied up like this. It’s uncomfortable and inhumane. It’s cruel. That’s what it is.”
He seemed to enjoy her words, and he laughed mockingly at her. “I am cruel. You should know that. I don’t tolerate defiance, and I won’t put up with your games, lisichka. When you behave and no longer act like a willful child, you will see the tender side of me. In the interim, you will get the vohlk. The wolf,” he translated.
She tried to kick out at him when he grasped her thighs, pushing them wide again to display her for his inspection. “No.” She hated the hint of weakness in her voice.
“This vohlk likes to eat little foxes.” He bent his head again, licking and torturing her until she was once again on the edge of orgasm that he denied her. She cursed him, screaming at him and demanding satisfaction as he eased away from her.
Alexei got out of the bed, standing beside it to look down at her. He cupped her breast casually, his thumb playing with her nipple. “All you have to do is yield, lisichka.”
She shook her head, lips clamped closed.
He sighed, but didn’t seem too bothered by her refusal. “In that case, I’ll be back in a few hours to free your hands. I don’t want you to sleep like that all night, so I’ll just have to hold you in my arms to ensure you don’t stroke the pretty little pussy that belongs to me.”
He turned and left without speaking again. She barely held in a whimper that turned to a sob when the door closed behind him. Though it was futile, she struggled to free herself from the leather pinning her hands to the headboard. If she managed to escape, she didn’t know if she would throw herself off the bed and try to claw her way out of the room, or if she would bury her fingers inside her slit and jill off to the memories of his maddening mouth bringing her almost to the edge of release, just to leave her hanging there.
She hated him with a bone-deep loathing she’d never known. Unfortunately, that hatred did nothing to lessen the desire he’d awakened, and her body burned for release that she was unable to attain while bound to the bed.
***
By the time he returned, her hands had grown numb, and it was almost a relief to see him. She didn’t betray that reaction as he came to the bed, loosening the belt with cool efficiency and allowing her hands to slip free. They burned slightly as the feeling returned, and she laid them on the bed beside her, just waiting for the sting to ease.
She made no effort to hide her anger while she watched him attach something to the headboard that he had brought with him. Looking up, she realized it was a set of Velcro restraints. They would allow more movement than the makeshift belt arrangement he had used previously, but he clearly still intended to bind her hands when he wasn’t with her. Sadistic bastard.
Full feeling was finally returning to her hands, and she used them to push herself upward and out of the bed, heading straight for the bathroom. When she had finished, she was annoyed to find him standing in the doorway waiting for her. “Can I have a little privacy?”
Alexei shook his head, appearing unbothered by the fact he was a bastard. “Not right now, not when I can’t trust you not to dig your fingers into that pussy.”
She rolled her eyes as she washed her hands. “Not everyone is obsessed with getting off, Varnakov.” Even as she said it, her pussy throbbed with an unsatisfied ache, but she ruthlessly ignored the need. He wasn’t going to let her have an orgasm, so it was better to pretend like she didn’t need one. If only she could convince her body of that as well.
She slipped past him to return to the room, slightly surprised when he didn’t grab her or make any effort to touch her. It was relief she experienced, and nothing else. “I’m hungry.”
“I thought you might be, even though it’s bedtime. There’s a snack for you on the table.”
She wasn’t about to say thank you, even though ingrained manners almost prompted her to do so. There wasn’t any way she was going to express gratitude to the man who was keeping her captive and torturing her sexually.
Without looking at him again, she marched over to the wingback chair, trying to ignore how her breasts bounced with each step, and sat down. She noshed on crackers, fruit, and cheese, paired with a glass of white wine, while uncomfortably aware of him watching her from the bed, where he sat. She didn’t look directly at him, but she could feel his eyes on her the entire time. It was same sensation she had gotten whenever she had gone to “Flesh” in search of Tonya.
She was vaguely aware of him standing at one point, and by the rustle of clothing, she assumed he was undressing. She struggled to hide her panic at the thought, knowing it wouldn’t do any good to beg him to stop. Supposedly, he was just here to make sure she didn’t masturbate. Maybe he had nothing else in mind.
She had never been much of an optimist, and she couldn’t start now. Her stomach churned from an attack of nerves, and she pushed away the tray, unable to finish the last few bites of pear and cheese. After wiping her hands on the napkin, this time making sure it was truly a linen napkin instead of a new pair of panties, she summoned a deep breath for courage and stood up.
Still not looking at him, she made an exaggerated circle around the bed before returning to the side she’d been on earlier. Though she had been bound to the bed for a few hours, she hadn’t been able to escape in sleep because of the uncomfortable position and the throbbing need deep in her core. Exhaustion was setting in, and she only prayed it would be enough to get her through the experience of having to sleep in the same bed as Alexei.
As soon as she lay down, turning her back to him pointedly, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around her. She let out a yelp of protest that he calmly ignored as he anchored her against him, his arm holding hers pressed against her body. “Let go of me.”
He chuckled, and his lips were against the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “I think not. If I get to sleep with you, I’m going to hold you. It’s not just to make sure that pussy doesn’t get any pleasure.”
She held herself stiffly, determined not to relax against him. When his hand moved between her thighs, she tried to lock them together to deny him access. He was only going to leave her in a state of need. She had no doubt of that. His hand proved stronger than her clenched thighs, and he soon slipped past the barrier to her dripping folds. She was ashamed by how wet she was just from the anticipation of his touch, coupled with what he had done to her earlier.
She tried to ignore the soft strokes of his fingers inside her, almost tickling down her slit before two of his fingers probed her opening, gliding inside with no resistance. She refused to arch her hips as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, but when he curled his fingers to stimulate her g-spot, she couldn’t help a small moan. It felt so good, which was maddening, because she knew it would culminate in nothing, and she hated how her body responded to her abductor.
“Such a sweet little cunt. As soon as you admit it’s mine, and you start behaving like a sweet lisichka, your pussy will be pampered and pleasured.”
She shook her head, refusing to yield. Slowly, his fingers pulled out of her sheath and moved up her slit again, this time focusing on her clitoris. He circled and caressed the sensitive bud, and she was unable to resist the urge to buck her hips against his hand. Her need rose as he continued pleasuring her, while she tried to fight against
it, recalling how empty and aching she would feel when he left her on the cusp of coming.
He was too skilled, and she was too excited to ignore her own urges, and she prayed she could come before he had realized what he was doing. Unfortunately, as soon as she started to contract around him, her abdomen burning with the sweet ache of impending release, the sadistic son-of-a-bitch withdrew his fingers with a deep laugh.
Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let them fall as she lay silently in his arms. The sound of him sucking his fingers made her shiver with a new surge of desire, but she did her best to fight it. There would be no satisfaction for her tonight.
To add to the indignity, Alexei was soon snoring softly, leaving her an unfulfilled, aching mess. Sleep was a long time coming.
***
She dreamed of sex, of hot, copulating bodies writhing in the dark. In her dream, she wasn’t part of the scene before her, instead standing on a second-floor balcony watching strangers fuck each other in a low-lit area below. It had never been the sort of thing that would have turned her on before, but in her dream, she was on the verge of coming.
At first, when something hard pressed against her pussy, she thought it was still part of the dream, and it took her a moment to wake up enough to realize Alexei was lying on top of her. She was under him, lying on her stomach, and his weight held her down in a delicious way—or it would have been delicious if he was going to let her get off, anyway.
He was rubbing his cock against the outside of her pussy, occasionally slipping the head just inside her folds to stroke her clit. At some point, he had done away with her panties, so she was completely bared to him again. She whimpered and pressed against the bed, telling herself she was trying to escape even as she sought stimulation from the bedding for her aching clit. “Can’t you just leave me alone?”
“I had to wake you.”
“Why?” The question was full of misery that she didn’t want to reveal to him, but in a weak moment, she couldn’t hide it. “Why couldn’t you just let me sleep and escape my reality for a while longer?”
He took a moment to slide his cock a couple of inches into her opening and thrust shallowly. Her greedy pussy tried to draw him in, but he quickly withdrew and resumed teasing her though she knew he had no intention of following through.
“It was obvious you were having a sexy dream, and you were much too close to coming. Those breathless cries and whimpers you made gave you away, even as they made my dick hard. I could have just shook you awake, but this is so much more pleasurable.” He emphasized the point by thrusting against her slit, making sure he brushed against her clit. “Don’t you think?”
“You don’t want to know what I think, you sick bastard.”Her body was responding to the stimulation he provided, and she was slick with need and aching for relief. Was this destined to be the rest of her life, denied sexual satisfaction on a continuing basis?
She’d had lovers in the past who weren’t particularly proficient with making her come, but they had never brought her to the edge repeatedly and denied her release. Even if they weren’t very good at getting her off, she’d always had the option of finishing herself later. Alexei was determined to deny her that simple pleasure too. She didn’t even really know what he wanted from her, or what would it would take to make him stop this torture.
She cried out as her lower body tightened, preparing to come, and the cry turned to a scream of frustration when he pulled away from her pussy, instead of moving to part her buttocks and continue stimulating himself with her body in a place that wouldn’t let her come. She tensed with fear as his slick cockhead slipped between her butt cheeks, certain he was going to penetrate her there.
Fortunately, he seemed content with just shallowly thrusting against her taut place, the speed of his hips increasing, but his control never slipping enough that he penetrated the rosette. The most he did was rub against it in a way that was surprisingly arousing, but would never be enough to get her off.
With a grunt, Alexei came, spilling himself inside and on her buttocks. She whimpered with frustration, wanting nothing more than to have that inside her at the moment, his come mingling with hers. She hated him, but she wanted him almost as much. Maybe even more intensely.
Once he was finished torturing her, he rolled off and got up before lifting her with little effort to sling her over his shoulder. He slapped her buttocks just once, laughing as he did so. She squealed and pounded against his back, wanting to be set free and needing a few moments to herself.
She was destined to be denied that apparently, because he took her to the bathroom and turned on the shower, stepping inside with her. It was only then that he lowered her to her feet, but he didn’t leave her alone. His hands moved briskly over her body as he washed her, his fingers lingering a touch longer than necessary between her pussy lips, but only to aggravate her.
She bit her lip, struggling to hide any sort of reaction as he left her aching and unfulfilled again. After the session of torture in the shower, Alexei tossed her a towel, and she dried herself quickly. His eyes didn’t leave her hands as it moved between her legs to dry herself. She didn’t think it would take much to trigger an orgasm, but before she could even try to sneak one in with the soft Egyptian cotton pressing against her swollen clit, he jerked the towel away and finished drying her briskly.
They returned to the bedroom, and there was a tray awaiting them on the floor. He lifted it and took it to the table, whistling cheerfully as he took off the lid to reveal a sumptuous breakfast.
She didn’t look at him or speak to him when she sat in the wingback chair and began devouring her share of the food and then perhaps more. She couldn’t have sex or gain pleasure from that, so perhaps she could find some bliss in food. A shadowy thought of eating so much that she gained enough weight to be unattractive to him passed through her mind, but she had the disconcerting thought that it wouldn’t matter if she gained five hundred pounds. He would still consider her his property and do with her as he wished.
That thought robbed the rest of her appetite, and she pushed away the plate to stare out the window before her gaze flicked to the French doors that allowed access to the balcony. They were locked, and she didn’t have to bother asking if he would ever unlock them. It seemed obvious he wouldn’t. She was destined to spend the rest of her life inside this room, denied sunlight and orgasms, love and laughter. For just a moment, she felt a hopeless surge of defeat and wished he had just shot her instead. “Why don’t you just kill me and get this over with?”
He froze in the process of finishing his coffee, his expression revealing nothing. “I don’t wish to kill you, lisichka. I should have. The rules are clearly proscribed. It’s best to have no witnesses, but if you find there was a witness, you eliminate them too.”
He spoke so dispassionately about eliminating witnesses, and she shivered slightly. “Why didn’t you eliminate me then, Alexei? It would have been better than this.”
His lips tightened, and his anger was palpable. “You would prefer death to being my lyubovnik?”
For just a moment, she had the urge to say yes, but no, she wouldn’t. Even this was better than death. Her shoulders sagged in defeat, and she looked away from him as she shook her head just once. “I don’t want to be your plaything either. Why don’t you just let me go?”
“You know the answer to that. We both know you wouldn’t keep your mouth shut, and I can’t risk everything my family has built just for you. This is the only solution.”
“And I get no say in the matter?” she asked as she looked at him again.
“No,” he said in a hard voice. “There’s only one choice before you, Tara. You can choose to accept your new role in my life, or you can keep fighting it. One leads to pleasure, and the other to misery. You simply have to decide how much of your stubborn pride you can release in order to enjoy the existence you now have.”
“It’s not pride. You can’t just expect me to accept living happily ev
er after with my kidnapper.”
He arched a brow. “Who promised you happily ever after, Tara?” As parting lines went, it was a good one. He pushed away from the table and headed to the door with the tray in-hand.
For a moment, she was excited, certain he had forgotten he was going to bind her hands again. Unfortunately, all he did was open the hinged section to slide the tray through before returning to her. “Up.”
She shook her head, determined to make his life as difficult as possible.
He heaved a sigh as he bent down to pull her from the chair. Her struggles to escape were largely ineffective, though he did grunt once when her elbow collided with his face. She had the insane urge to apologize for hitting him, because she genuinely hadn’t meant to strike his face, but that impulse fled when he dropped her roughly on the bed and grabbed one of her hands, confining her with a Velcro strap despite her best efforts to escape. Soon enough, he fastened her other hand as well, and then stood back with a satisfied smile, as though pleased with his handiwork.
She glared up at him, though it was completely useless. “I hate you.”
He lifted his shoulder, appearing unconcerned by that. “I’m sure you do, but you’ll have to conquer that, and you need to learn your place before you’re entrusted with the privilege of having your hands free and your pussy satisfied.”
She didn’t look at him again, refusing to let him see the tears scalding her eyes. She hated crying and was agitated that he could reduce her to this, so she swallowed them, blinking until she was certain they wouldn’t fall.
By that time, he had left the room, and the sound of the door closing behind him was pleasing, but also frightening. She was at his mercy, and with her hands bound, she was literally helpless. It could be hours or days before he came back, and as much she hated him there, she was disconcerted to realize she hated even more that he was gone.
Chapter Four
Tara had held out for three days so far, and while he admired her inner strength, he sensed she was about to break. He certainly hoped so, because his dick was aching to be inside her despite frequent climaxes. He had not denied himself orgasms for the last three days, using her body casually in any form or fashion that appealed to him, short of fully penetrating her and risking allowing her to orgasm as well.
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