Sold To The Russian

by Isabella Laase

  “I…” she stumbled. “It’s been ugly over there for a while… and I don’t like what’s happening… and…”

  “That’s what I thought,” he added dryly. “I don’t understand your attitude. Galena accepted her punishment without any of this backtalk.”

  “Galena assaulted a cop,” she replied, grateful to be on firmer grounds. “I was very cooperative with Liam and if your reputation hadn’t preceded me to that park, he never would have approached me, making your point about the police car, well, sort of your fault and not mine. And maybe it was a poor decision to go into the middle of that mess, but it was my choice to make. Don’t underestimate me, Pavel. I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time.”

  “Are you actually suggesting that I allow you to make decisions that can bring you harm? I don’t even understand why we’re having this conversation. Strip, and let’s move on before I grow even more impatient than I already am.”

  “What if I don’t want that?” she asked, taking a wary step away from him. “I heard you explain everything to Galena. This is a place where a woman has options. She can pick and choose her partners and define what that arrangement looks like. Why aren’t you giving me any choices like that?”

  Like a true Petruskenkov, his temper rose, tightening the muscles in his neck and hardening his steely expression, but in another stunning contrast to his brother, he spoke calmly. “Yours is an unusual situation, and it is admittedly unfair to you. Most women do enter this building by choice, but your life is so closely tied to my family that it would be hard to separate the two, at least until Damir gives his approval to release you from this marriage. You aren’t the same as they are, and there is nothing that either one of us can do to change that fact.”

  “So, I remain a victim?” she asked boldly. “My life is not mine to control.”

  “Is that how you think of yourself? As a victim?”

  “Yes,” she said without hesitation. “By definition, a victim is helpless to bring about change. I don’t want to be helpless, and I don’t believe that I should be punished for my decisions.”

  “Let me just make sure that I understand where we stand. You want me to let you continue living your life free from any accountability for your deception, but I don’t see that happening because you’re in my care, and I have expectations that you’ve failed to meet.” He raised his hands in mock defeat. “That makes this an impasse, Zoya, and I fear that one of us will end this day dissatisfied.”

  Pavel slid his leather belt through the loops of his sharply creased khaki pants, sparking the intertwining messages of sensuality and pain to slow her breath. “But putting everything else aside, are you going to deny that you enjoyed our scene on the floor of my living room, and even witnessing Galena’s spanking upstairs? Because, little girl, don’t forget that I was there. I watched while you were tied with my ropes, and I exploited your erogenous zones until you screamed. And I saw you rubbing your hand against your clit while Galena was being punished. You enjoyed those experiences.”

  His accurate description muddied her current circumstances even further, but she wasn’t willing to admit defeat. “But that was different,” she insisted without a lot of conviction. “I’m still an adult, and I should be allowed to act like one.”

  “If I stood aside right now and gave you permission to walk out of here, would you actually take that step? If you choose to go home, we can continue this discussion in another setting and with a different set of rules, but we will continue until I’m convinced that you’ve learned to obey me and respect my authority. For the foreseeable future, you’re mine, Zoya, and that’s my final word on the subject. Am I clear?”

  His offer to go home may or may not have been rhetorical, but she didn’t care. The sensual messages surrounding the large cross and leather cuffs continued to break down her determination to flee from the elegant mansion, but it was the man standing before her who ultimately made up her mind to stay. When the protestors had frightened her, she’d willingly followed Liam, not because she’d particularly trusted him, but because he would take her to safety, to Pavel. Backed into a corner, she’d wanted him to protect her, not only from the dangers in the park, but from whatever injustice life may throw at her doorstep.

  True independence involved making difficult choices, and the mixture of danger and power in the deliciously frightening room would push her sexuality past the point of comfort, allowing her to lose herself like she’d done that magical night in his living room. Despite their similarities, the powerful brothers were as different as night and day, darkness and light. He was an integral part of the family who’d destroyed her life, but she was drawn to Pavel and would continue in this role for as long as he would have her.

  “Fine,” she said, but she needed more than his patient understanding if she were going to fully concede. “I’ll stay willingly, and I’ll obey you as we move forward, but you are going to have to earn the right for me to call you ‘sir.’”

  “You do understand what happens to a stubborn submissive in a place like this?” he asked with a smirk. “There is a clearly defined role for you in this room, and if you break that mold, then my actions will adjust dramatically.”

  “If you wish for me to call you ‘sir,’” she repeated with a quiet nod, “you will have to earn that right, and my trust as well. Here and now.”

  He ran his hands over her bottom, and she shivered in anticipation as a slow, winding ache emerged from her clit. “That will be my pleasure, little girl.” Leaning in, he kissed the back of her neck. “Strip and I’ll show you how obedience and respect is earned.”

  Pavel’s cock hardened in anticipation when his sassy submissive took her stand in the middle of the erotic playroom. He snapped his fingers to silently demand that she finish stripping, and she followed his instructions with her chin held high and her eyes sparkling with an untamed sauciness. She twisted to unfasten her bra, dropping it slowly to the floor and sliding the plain white panties over her thighs before folding them into a neat pile with her dress.

  She was stunning, and she was his. Her full breasts were framed by the pert nipples nestled in the dark pink rings of her areolas and long, sculpted legs reached to her closely shaved pussy and flat abs. Her thick brown hair nestled over her shoulders with the unruly rumple that he’d grown to expect, further emphasizing her round eyes and innocence. It took all of his efforts not to take her on the gray floor of the dungeon, but he’d long since learned that the rewards from tormenting a willing sub’s erogenous zones would far outweigh what he would gain from a quick fuck.

  “You’re afraid, little girl,” he said softly. “I can see it in your eyes, but are you afraid of me or of your own reaction when I chain you to the cross?”

  She offered a quick nod as though that answered his question, but it didn’t matter. Since his father had introduced him to this lifestyle many years before, he’d worked with enough new submissives to recognize her confusion. It was her dominant’s role to combine the abject fear over the unknown with the burgeoning arousal buried between her legs. A firm exploration of her tense muscles would further tie her to his control.

  As he caressed her, she leaned into his touch in a manner that was totally unacceptable, but he was willing to dismiss her mistake until he’d had a chance to work with her at length. As they’d progressed to this point in their tumultuous relationship, he’d been granting her a great deal of time to make up her mind, but he wanted her to instinctively respond to his every touch and direction without question or hesitation.

  He grasped her ass more firmly, leaving a red imprint across her ivory white skin, but she stood still with an obedient resilience and a small gasp. Tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he simultaneously stroked her already soaking labia. She ground softly into his hand, licking her lips in satisfaction, and her full breasts begged for more attention. With his hand resting at the small of her back, he sucked hard on her stiff nipples, scraping his teeth
against the edges.

  Whimpering like a kitten, she twisted to take a small step back, making it clear that the time had come for restraining her. The cross in this room was specially made for the club with a simple X pattern and a center leather pad to hold her weight if he chose to lower her to a flat position. Pressing her breasts on either side of the leather pad, he adjusted the bars for her height, fastening her wrists into the cuffs and slapping the insides of her thighs until she spread them far enough to meet the ankle restraints.

  Any woman spread-eagle on a St. Andrew’s cross would harden his cock, but with Zoya’s beauty, strength, and sass under his control, for the second time since entering the dungeon, he considered taking her first and tormenting her second. No matter how tempted he was, however, he wouldn’t rush the experience. For a woman as independent as Zoya, giving herself to another would be her biggest challenge, and, of course, transform into her greatest reward, making this session essential in establishing her trust.

  “Are you frightened, little girl?” he asked, rubbing his hand across her ass.

  She spoke softly. “You will have to do better than this to frighten me.”

  Describing the pleasure of delivering to a submissive the unique combination of pain and pleasure was almost impossible, but Zoya was clearly ready to fulfill his needs. He rubbed his hand across her ass before delivering a hard spank. She yelped at the unexpected correction, but immediately closed her eyes to embrace the warmth.

  He slipped a velvety soft black blindfold over her eyes. “You don’t need to stare at a concrete wall to enjoy this,” he murmured, as her muscles tensed, and she pulled at her restraints with another whimper. “Focus your energy on your remaining senses, the sound of my voice and the touch of my hand.” He slid his palm through her wet channel and placed his fingers on her lips. “Open for me, pet. Taste what your pussy has given you.”

  In another sign that she didn’t truly trust him, she paused, but he would gain her blind submission before the evening was over. Nudging his finger forward, he rubbed her lips until she accepted him. He stroked her vulva with long, sensual caresses and she finally latched on to his fingers, sucking with an urgency that made him chuckle.

  “Good girl.” He rewarded her with a quick rub over her clit. “But let’s begin our first lesson. You will never even attempt to deceive me, little girl, because your subservience will form the basis of our relationship. Only one of us will be in charge, and that person will be me. Do you understand?”

  “I’m sorry, Pavel,” she said in a direct reversal from her earlier attitude. “I won’t do that again. I’ll… I’ll be more careful in the future.”

  “You’re right,” he said, noticing that she still hadn’t referred to him as sir. That was her end game, and to let her leave today without achieving that goal would forever damage his authority. “But let’s cement that lesson with a stronger reminder.”

  His large canvas duffle bag held his personal collection of toys, and he retrieved the two floggers that he’d recently bought from an artisan in California. Swishing the leather with a snap of his wrists, he tried each one to get a feel for the potential impact. The true rewards from this relationship were embedded in the power dynamics and not necessarily from inflicting pain. With a solid cedar shaft and tails made from thick, heavy elk, the black and gray flogger would deliver a nice thud, a much better place to begin than the stinging pain that would come from the shorter, nine-braided horsetail. He’d save that one for making his final point.

  But first, he generously lubed a pink anal plug. To prepare her, he invaded her private space with his finger. Slowly at first, he passed his first knuckle, stretching her tightness until her soft groans made clear her confusion over the alien sensation. She took deep gasping breaths when he withdrew, but he wasn’t done. Separating her cheeks, he forced the hard piece of rubber into her opening, fully enjoying her squirming attempts to evade him. She didn’t complain, but expended a great deal of useless energy to defeat his forward progress until the wide flange settled against her crack.

  With a light touch, he slid the leather whip between her legs, across her ass, and down her thighs before moving to her shoulders. She arched her back to his touch, and he added a circular motion of his wrist to begin his attack. Taking care to avoid her spine and kidneys, he moved the flogger across her shoulders, leaving small red marks that disappeared almost immediately.

  Despite her introduction, she pulled at her restraints as he moved closer to her inner thighs.

  “Ouch,” she said unnecessarily. He’d watch her closely for any signs of distress, but with that light touch, she’d yet to learn the difference between the deep, warm massage and true stinging pain. “What are you doing?” she asked nervously.

  “I’m whipping you, little girl,” he said as he continued to warm up her skin for more serious play. “Do you like the feel of my whip against your ass?”

  When she didn’t respond, he increased the pressure and picked up speed, alternating downward circles across her shoulders, but moving upward over her ass to catch the fleshy part of her bottom and sensitive upper thighs. She continued to pull at her restraints, failing to squirm away from him, but he responded with harder and harder connections. He’d yet to deliver any true pain and this struggling was nothing more than an attempt to control his movement.

  “Settle,” he demanded, stopping to rub his hands across her bottom to reconnect her to his person and not his whip. “Stop fighting me.”

  Taking a deep breath, she nodded, grasping the cross with her hands and holding on tighter.

  “You’re too tense, pet,” he scolded. “You need to experience this without assuming that a whip is going to be painful. Don’t come to this with any preconceived ideas.”

  Starting again, he circled her shoulders with the same consistent rhythm to allow her the gift of anticipating where the strands would fall. With her muscles clenched, the transformation came slowly as she adjusted her expectations to embrace the swirling pattern that continued to redden her skin, the heavy tails kneading her muscles. Soon, her soft, contented moans accompanied an increase in her wiggling, only this time she was working toward his flogger like a kitten getting her back scratched.

  He moved to her front, switching to a figure eight pattern and catching the tails around her thighs and breasts to deliver a stronger heat. A flicking motion introduced more sting, and when she’d adjusted to that, he twisted the tails together to take her to the next level. She accepted each new maneuver, wiggling her shoulders and curling her back, and he finished with a quick, random attack that caught her off guard, and with no break between his whips, she cried out for the first time.

  Her skin was glistening with a brilliant sheen, and he rubbed the effects deeply into her muscles, giving her a chance to catch her breath. “Are you still with me, Zoya?” he asked. “I need to know that you can still hear me.” She nodded, licking her lips. From his bag, he pulled a bottle of water and held it to her lips. “Drink, little girl. I can’t have you dehydrating.”

  When she’d settled, he used the smaller, braided flogger, repeating its snaking traverse across her beautiful red marks. The scratchier red and black horsetail aggravated her punished skin, but he spoke softly as he slid the tails over her vulva to tease her clit. “This one will deliver more pain, but you’re well prepared for it.”

  Following the same circular pattern, he added another soft touch, but the flogger still delivered a more intense bite, leaving thin red lines in its wake. Flinching each time he connected, she bit her bottom lip as though she were prepared to take everything he offered, but after a half dozen strokes, she’d returned to writhing away from him and making small shrieks, both telltale signs that she was reaching her peak and prompting him put the whip away.

  She’d done beautifully for her first time and deserved the reward. With a new vibrator from his bag, he teased across her stomach and ass, working downward until he reached her wetness. He stroked her channe
l with long, fluid caresses inside her swollen lips and over her clit before entering her, reaching deep into her pussy to take from her a moaning contentment. He pulled out and began his attack again, manipulating her sex to deliver her to the edge of her climax.

  With no ability to rub against her own sex, she remained dependent on his touch, teaching her that he would control her most basic desires. Sliding his middle finger through her channel to gather her wetness, he moved upward until he reached the plug, moving it in and out against her muscles.

  “Stop,” she whispered. “I don’t like that.”

  “Of course you do,” he said softly. “Someday, you’ll take my whole dick in your ass, won’t you?”

  She didn’t answer, so he moved even further into her, stroking her pussy to bring the two sensations together.

  “We both understand that this isn’t enough. Your pussy’s a stubborn one, and you won’t come unless I tease your clit. Your arousal right now is sharp enough to make you uncomfortable, but the true benefit of being tied to my cross is that you won’t have any satisfaction until I allow it. Watch what happens when I touch your swollen sex just one time.”

  Teasing the tiny nub from its glistening sheath, he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, making her gasp. Her breath was reduced to shallow pants as she came closer to her climax, but he withdrew her pleasure before she could fully embrace it. “Ask me nicely to come, Zoya, or I can do this all night.”

  “Please, sir, make me come,” she ceded. “I can’t take…”

  “We won’t ever go through this little power display again,” he warned, his cock surging with the additional control. He removed her anal plug to prepare her for his next set of demands. “Today was a one-time exploration into how far you can push me. Do you understand?” Snapping his fingers, he added, “From this point on, when I snap my fingers, you will remember what it feels like to take my leather across your punished ass, and you will obey me without question. Do you understand?”