I chose an apricot from the tray, and parted its two halves, pulling the pit out and placing it on the tray. I stared down at the sweet flesh, the tender skin, and mustered up my courage to say what was on my mind.
“What….” I stammered. “What is it…”
Maksim watched me patiently, inquisitively. Not annoyed or angry. Not yet, anyway.
But I didn’t want to annoy him. Never again, and certainly not now. In my awkward search for the right words, I let my eyes slide up and down his magnificent, enormous body. Every inch of it so different from mine. I’d had no notion of how sexy he really was under his clothes.
“What’s it like?” I finally managed to blurt out.
He eyed me over his wine. Lion-like now, dangerous and intense. “What’s what like, Princess?”
I gnawed on my lip, waiting to see if he’d get my meaning. “You know.”
He lifted his eyebrow and then flicked his chin at me. “Say it.”
“I don’t know how to say it,” I whisper-gasped.
“Say it,” he said, almost angry now.
I focused on his left eye, then his right, and back again. Though I felt flustered and unsure, he was a fortress of confidence. No matter how awkward I felt about finding my words, I was going to be the one who had to fold first.
So I held my gaze on his left eye, and said softly, “What will it be like when you’re inside me?”
He inhaled hard, his pupils dilating. But he didn’t say a word. Instead, he stepped back, undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the ground with a clatter. His manhood was thick and stood tall, beckoning me to touch it. The jagged veins that ran the length of his cock throbbed and pulsed in front of me.
But it was so intimidating.
I had no idea how something with such girth and length would fit inside me. He took it in his right hand, stroking it in front of me. Showing me, teaching me. Though I had no experience with any other man, I knew somehow that he was extraordinary. A beast of a human being.
“Can I touch you?” I asked him, finally lifting my eyes from his erection.
“Of course,” he said, still stroking firmly and aggressively, from base to head, where he lingered for a moment with his thumb and forefinger, compressing the tip, before working his way back down the shaft. “I’m yours to explore.”
I began with his pecs, running my fingertips down, caressing his nipples, then down, down, down his beautiful abdomen. With one hand, I got to know the weight and fullness of his balls, while with the other I gently traced those throbbing veins. As soon as my fingertips touched him there, he arched his head back and groaned. I was so close that I felt the groan run through my own body, and through his cock as well.
He let go of his shaft and let me explore him more fully, keeping one hand nestled at the nape of my neck. It was gentle for now, but I knew that all it would take was one shift of his grip to hold me tight and make me gasp. I liked that for reasons I didn’t understand—standing there on that line between pleasure and pain.
“You’re going to fucking obey me,” he said. “You will never deny me. Are we clear?”
“Yes, but…” I shifted his balls back and forth in my hands, while I stroked his cock as he’d showed me. It was such a beautiful thing, and so unexpected. Such soft, tender skin on something so rock-solid and powerful. “What if I don’t obey you?”
A minuscule narrowing of his eyes made my breath catch in my throat. He yanked me closer to him with his hand at the small of my back, forcing me to release my grip on his cock. Then he marched me backward and pressed me up against the long, luxurious curtains by the window.
“I promise you this: It’ll be a lot worse than a spanked ass. A fig root can be used for pain as well as pleasure.”
His tone was teasing, but only just this side of threatening. His intensity and focus made me shiver. There were sides to him that I had never even imagined but that were now mine to understand and navigate without making him angry. I was back on my tightrope again. Only now, the stakes were so much higher.
“You terrify me,” I said softly.
He liked that. A lot. “You should not be terrified of me. But you will respect me. You will know, as much as I will bring you pain, I will bring pleasure. I will punish for your benefit, not mine.”
Slipping his hand down my ass, he gave my bottom a squeeze and then guided me over a few inches. The knotted tassel of one of the huge curtain cords pressed into my back. Crowding me up against the velvet drapes, he took my wrists in his hands and drew them up above me, then bound them together over my head. The bindings were tight. Very tight.