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  Remembering how she’d orgasmed for me during the last torture scene while I stimulated and pained her at the same time, I headed back to her. If she was up to it, I was in need of some similar pleasure, something uniquely mine, something she wouldn’t realize she was capable of giving until I’d already taken it from her.

  I might be a monster, but she was so willingly mine.

  5:23pm

  Nadenka

  The feel of hands stroking my skin pulled me from the oblivion of sleep. I opened my eyes to see Kostya standing nearby, a strange light in his eyes. I quickly took his appearance in, noticing his stiff manhood beneath his clothes and how much more uncovered my body was than before I’d gone to sleep on the sofa.

  “I think someone is very much in the mood for some fun,” I said, shifting to give his hands access to the rest of my body if he wanted to explore. Immediately his hands slid to my breasts, fingers pinching my breasts almost absentmindedly as he knelt to be more on my level.

  “Fun wasn’t exactly what I’ve been thinking about,” he replied. “At least, not for you.”

  “You want me helpless and obedient again, don’t you?” I asked, leaning closer as I quietly said the words. I felt instantly scared and exhilarated. Could I handle that?

  “Yes. I know you’re probably not ready, but I want you bound and naked to do what I want to. To hurt and pleasure anyway I choose. I want to know you’ll still trust me with all of you.”

  Fear rippled across my stomach, making me want to hurl, but I closed my eyes and remembered our first night together in the little hut by the river. There I’d truly met Kostya, and there I’d learned how much I liked what he was offering. The nausea retreated, and some of the heat slowly returned.

  As I opened my eyes again, I smiled at him and met his questioning gaze. He wasn’t going to force this on me, but I knew I needed to find a way to give it to him anyway. This was just who he was right now. The streets, and then a don in St. Petersburg, had broken him and reshaped him this way. And I’d just told him I loved him regardless. Somewhere, I wanted to find the strength to show him that love, and it needed to start with trust.

  Pushing the blankets off to show him my entire naked body, I stood again and took his hand.

  “Come,” I said. “Take me upstairs and make me yours.”

  His eyes went wide and a flicker of surprise flashed across his face before he recovered. A delighted, hungry smile appeared in the next moment, and I shuddered once more. I was about to be devoured. Fear reared its ugly head again, but I tried to ignore it. We needed me to.

  Wasting no more time, Kostya took my hand and, without looking back, led me up the stairs and into a double room in the eaves of the woodland lodge.

  “Lie on the bed,” he said. “On your back, legs open. I want to see your pussy, see if you’re wet and ready or not.”

  Trying to ignore the way I trembled, I continued walking after he’d let go, over to the double bed. I climbed up, only turning so I’d be on my back at the last minute. Memories tried to flood my brain, making me even more scared, but I pushed them away as well.

  That wasn’t my Kostya. That was Konstantine doing only what we needed him to. This is us doing what we want to.

  Taking slow, steady breaths and repeating the same set of thoughts helped calm me as Kostya gently reached down to my body, his fingers parting my exposed lips and brushing against my clit while he knelt nearby, driving home the message that I was vulnerable and open to him but doing so of my own free will.

  “Still and quiet now, princess,” he said. “And keep your legs nice and open.”

  I nodded, not daring to speak as his fingers trailed up and down, gentle for now; I didn’t expect him to stay that way. He only ever gave me that command when something was about to hurt.

  “Do you remember our safewords, princess?” he asked a moment later. I nodded, the three little words coming to mind. “Say them. It’s important to make sure you know them.”

  “Take me home,” I replied, not meaning it one little bit.

  “Good. And if you use them I’ll do just that. We’ll be done here and nothing else will happen between us without you asking me to be there and carry on another time.”

  “Understood,” I replied, figuring this bit was important.

  His fingers immediately started moving again, stroking and exploring my most intimate area, back and forth, trailing my wetness around with him and making it clear I was wetter than I’d expected. My body stirring and very much enjoying the tenderness was a precursor to the sudden movement. Lightning quick, Kostya swept his finger up to my clit, pushing hard enough he pulled the hood back and made me gasp in pain.

  Shooting me a warning look, he pinched. Pain flared in much the way it had when he’d tortured me. The only difference was that I was entirely free this time, letting him do what he wanted rather than enduring it.

  I snapped my jaw shut, determined not to let him down as he stroked over my clit, alternating between gentle and rough, hurting and pleasuring me in a way where one blurred into the other, my body torn between agony and ecstasy, never sure which one it was feeling.

  Before long I was panting so hard I couldn’t keep my mouth clamped shut any longer, but I didn’t utter a sound, ragged breathing the background as Kostya lowered himself and took over with his mouth.

  Shudders rippled through my muscles, the stimulation so intense I thought a part of my body might explode. And then I hit my peak, my orgasm breaking over me and relieving the pressure in a way I couldn’t contain. I let out a yell, the ache in my throat a reminder he’d been making me cry out for far different reasons recently.

  “Oh, princess, how disobedient of you,” Kostya said, sounding anything but angry. “I think I need to teach you a few things again. Would you like me to teach you a lesson?”

  Still panting and coming down from the strange but overwhelming high, I nodded without thinking. Of course I wanted more of this strange but mind-blowing rollercoaster. I wanted Kostya. And I wanted him to know how much I felt for him, how much I’d never see him as a monster.

  “Good. Then, let’s begin.” Kostya slid up the bed, his powerful body poised above mine like an animal over its vulnerable prey. I shivered again, suddenly scared once more.

  It’s okay, I thought, trying to calm myself, but my breathing grew more rapid and I tensed anyway, memories clouding my head. Immediately Kostya pressed his lips against mine. The sudden new but gentle sensation brought me back to the present.

  “You can trust me,” he whispered between kisses. “I won’t push you harder than you can handle.”

  There was a sadness in his eyes as he pulled away, but I tried to smile.

  “I do trust you,” I said when he still appeared to be worried about me. “I might need to go slowly, but I want you to enjoy this. I want this to be how it normally is.” As I spoke, my voice grew stronger, like just saying it made it easier. After I finished I heard him sigh.

  “Then, ssssh. Silence now and let me do as I please.”

  I nodded, feeling warm and calm again.

  After pressing another long, lingering kiss to my lips, he ran a hand down from my neck until the palm of his hand cupped a breast. The skin was extra sensitive after all the damage that had been done to it, but it didn’t particularly hurt until he twisted a nipple out of the blue. I managed to stifle a gasp of pain.

  “Better,” he said. Only a second later, he did the same thing to the other. I closed my eyes, fighting down a mewl as heat pooled between my legs. He shifted slightly, his erection pressing against my thigh and making it clear, he wanted me. I doubted it would be long before I had him inside me somewhere, and my head cleared a little, coming back to the present and moving past the haunting flashbacks my brain tried to force upon me.

  “Seems like you’ve not completely forgotten your lessons,” he said after twisting a nipple for the sixth time. “Well done, princess.”

  I exhaled, relieved. A moment later
his mouth found a nipple and once again I almost moaned aloud and ruined the hard work I’d just put in. Instead I bit down on my lip and concentrated on how good it felt to have him work the sensitive pink buds with his tongue, licking, sucking and nibbling on me until I was so wet and hungry for something more, I could barely think straight again.

  Uncharacteristically gently for him, Kostya freed his erection and pressed it against my opening, holding it against me as his hands roamed and his mouth kissed me sweetly.

  “I have a feeling you’d really like this deep inside you,” he said. I nodded without hesitation. Chuckling, he pulled back instead. I raised my eyebrows, but a mischievous look was plastered on his face as he watched for my reaction.

  “Well, if that’s what you want, you’re going to have to earn it, princess. I expect you to please me. Are you willing to do what it takes?”

  Once more I quickly lifted my head up and down.

  “Good. Firstly, I want to feel those sweet little lips of yours as you not only taste me, but take me deep down your throat. I want to fill you and keep you completely silent at the same time.”

  I gulped as I remembered how it had felt the last time he’d been there, but I pushed the memory aside, and before he could lift up and bring his manhood to my mouth I slid myself down the bed. Kostya had always rewarded me for behaving, and I didn’t want tonight to be any different. If we had any hope of staying together, I needed to find a way to get over what had happened and give him what he asked for.

  After taking a deep breath to help calm myself, I licked the tip of his erection, tasting the salt and hearing him moan his appreciation. Encouraged, I opened my mouth and took the tip inside me, using my tongue to stimulate him further.

  “That’s it, princess. Good girl.”

  The pleasure in his words spurred me onward and I slipped him further and further back until he touched the back of my throat, gulping each time my body tried to make me gag. I took him deeper and deeper, my head tilted back and my throat so full I couldn’t have taken a breath even if I wanted to.

  His hands slipped into my hair, weaving his fingers in and moving my head back and forth to pleasure himself. I focused on keeping calm and yielding, letting him control the pace and depth as he’d done before in a much different setting.

  Despite both occurrences being within twenty-four hours, they couldn’t have been more different. This time I wanted it, hearing his own breathing grow more ragged while I still kept hold of mine. More than once I had to pull back for air, but I continued to use my tongue to please him in the meantime and by the fourth time of letting him thrust deeper I was rewarded.

  Shuddering, he came into my mouth, seed hitting the back of my throat with each jerk of his hips.

  As soon as he came back down from the high, he pulled me back up the bed again and held me close. For a moment I shivered under his gaze, his fingers running gently down the marks on my body and arms.

  Less than a second later he pressed his lips softly against the marks on my neck, rolling me onto my back as he did. While I lay there, he worked his way across every cut, bruise and mark, softly kissing them as if he could take away every bad memory, lingering pain and bit of damaged skin with that simple gesture. And to some degree he did, my body relaxing and the fears fading away with them.

  He was proving with every second that he’d never do it again. At least, never in a way so cold and heartless.

  8:21pm

  Time seemed to stand still and pass rapidly by as Kostya finished kissing the marks around my ankles. The kisses on the soles of my feet tickled slightly, bringing me out of the calm daydream-like state I’d fallen into.

  As Kostya came back up, still gentle, I tried to form words or express my feelings. With each moment that had passed, it felt as if on some level every hurt had healed. I opened my mouth to utter my gratitude for such an act, but Kostya reached a finger out and pressed it against my lips.

  “I don’t think I’m capable of love, Nadenka,” he said, holding my gaze. “But I’ll do my best to give you what I can. Is that enough for you? Is this... domination and control something you can put up with?”

  “I don’t need to put up with it. A part of me likes it,” I replied, knowing it was true enough.

  “A part of you?” The question that went unspoken made his eyes wide, and for a moment I knew I needed to tread carefully.

  “I think a small part of me, a childish, naive part, will always hope to be swept away from all of this world and live a simple life running a zoo or something, but most of me knows I’m the daughter of a don. My life will never settle in any other sphere. The part of me that can accept that wants it to be with you.”

  “But not Vasily?”

  “Vasily has no compassion or empathy. You might want to be in control in the bedroom, but that doesn’t stop you from caring. You have the sense to know I need to be taken care of and need to be happy to obey you. With every reward you give me for obedience, I only want to obey you more.”

  Kostya nodded, but the light didn’t return to his eyes. There was clearly something else bothering him.

  “What has made you worried?” I asked, bringing my body in a little closer and sliding an arm around him.

  “I... I want you to be happy. I want you to choose submission. And, princess, I want submission a lot.” As if to emphasize his point, he shifted his lower half, pressing another erection against me. Feeling better than I had done in a week, I smiled and came even closer.

  “A lot is fine by me. Please, Kostya. Use me the way you want to. After all, you’ve taken me off the streets and brought me here. No one but you knows where I am. No one is close.”

  I brought myself even closer, my hands running up and down his chest, my mouth nearer his ear.

  “No one can stop you doing exactly as you please. And just knowing that makes me wet.”

  His hands wandered as soon as I stopped speaking, as if to verify my words. A slightly smug grin fixed itself to my face as his fingers found my pussy exactly how I’d described it. Hot, slick and ready for him.

  Growling, he launched himself at me, pinning me down on my back and pushing my legs wide. With no more warning and no more foreplay, he drove himself down upon my entrance, pushing into me so deep I gasped in shock long before I truly knew what was happening.

  My body crushed and impaled, he then paused.

  “Where have you been my whole life? It’s like you were made to be fucked by me.”

  I chuckled at the unromantic way to declare us soul mates, but I couldn’t disagree. I loved how full I felt when he was inside me, and although he was rough when he entered me, there was often something delicious about the initial sting he inflicted upon me. Sometimes I would notice it hours or even a day or two later and it would remind me that he and I were active, and that it was the best sex I’d ever had.

  Finally beginning to move, Kostya slowly drew himself out, taking his hardness almost all the way out before he drove back in again. I gasped at the force, more taken by surprise than anything, but it didn’t stop him, each drive into me bringing more pleasure to us both. He set a relentless pace, my pussy assaulted again and again, but before I could orgasm he did, once more coming inside me, a deep guttural moan escaping him as he shuddered and pumped me full of cum.

  Not even beginning to come down from the semi-high he’d been taking me towards, he pulled out of me, shifted down the bed and replaced his cock with his fingers, feeling for the most sensitive spot I had inside and rubbing his forefinger back and forth over it. Almost immediately I exploded, pleasure washing over me in waves.

  “Good girl,” he said, kissing my forehead as he pulled his fingers out. “Now it’s time to get a bit more serious. If you want another orgasm, you’re going to have to earn it.”

  I shivered, but not in fear this time, anticipation at what this might mean beginning the next wave of heat and desire.

  Not uttering another word, Kostya rolled me over onto my fr
ont. Quick and efficient, he pushed my hands up and used some kind of thin soft rope to bind them there. A moment later I felt him place a piece of material over my eyes, and then I couldn’t see. I sucked in my breath, expecting fear to rise up and overwhelm me, but for now, I had been enjoying this so much my body grew even wetter.

  “Now, tell me, princess, what’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?”

  “Sneaking out of the house to come find you and fuck again,” I replied, not even missing a beat. Kostya laughed.

  “I can’t punish you for that. It was exactly what I wanted.”

  “I’m pretty sure you did end up punishing me. I distinctly remember a little while later I ended up just like this in a little hut, you taking a riding crop to my ass and then my breasts too.”

  “Oh, I remember, princess. I remember it very well. And don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll do that sort of thing to you again.”

  Almost coincidentally, I felt the soft but cold press of a small swatch of fabric run up the side of one ass cheek. My breath caught in my chest, desire and anticipation running through me.

  “Now, seeing as we both like it when you’re naughty… What’s the naughtiest thing you wish you’d done that you never had the courage to?”

  This one made me frown. I wanted to think of something he’d approve of, but something he’d tell me I should have done, or really shouldn’t have, so he could punish me. While I thought, I could feel him running light circles on my skin with the whip.

  Suddenly Kostya pulled it back and gave me a quick smack, right on the middle of one cheek.

  “I’m waiting,” he said. “What naughty thing did you almost do?”

  “I almost lost my virginity to the hottest hockey player in high school.”

  “Go on.” The whip ran in circles around the fresh sting he’d given me, almost distracting me entirely.

  “We were at a drive-in movie, in the back of his car. I’d already decided to let him have a feel.”

  “What kind of feel?”