But I want to know just how far down this rabbit hole goes–what it would be, with no holds barred between us, with both of us giving and getting exactly what we want.
“No, sir,” I whisper, still not looking up. “I don’t want that.”
Viktor is very quiet for a moment, and then I hear him breathe in deeply. “Stand up then,printsessa. You have my permission.”
I stand up slowly, my knees feeling weak. I feel as if I can barely breathe, my heart pounding with anticipation, and I still don’t raise my eyes to his, waiting for his next instructions.
“Walk to the bed, and place your hands on the mattress.”
Oh god.I know a hint of what’s coming next, some form of punishment, and I don’t know if I’m terrified, aroused, or both. I walk slowly towards the bed, feeling the dampness on my thighs already, the pulse between them telling me just how turned on I am by this. Viktor’s roughness has aroused me before, but something about this, about submitting willingly to him, has made me wetter than I’ve ever been in the past. I can feel the ache there, and all I want is for him to touch me, for his hands or his mouth to graze over my pulsing clit, and give me the pleasure that I’m already craving.
But I know there’s still time before that happens. I know he’ll draw it out, make me beg, and something about that is even more arousing.
I bend forward, placing my hands on the mattress, and I can feel the silk of my slip ride up the back of my thighs, exposing the bottom curve of my ass cheeks. I hear Viktor’s murmur of appreciation as he crosses the room to stand behind me, the warmth of him so close that it almost feels as if he’s touching me. I’m more aware of his physical presence than ever before, of how big he is, how powerful. It sends another electric shiver through me, and Viktor chuckles.
“You want me badly, don’t you,printsessa? You must, to offer yourself up like this.” His voice deepens, and I can hear the heat building there. “Reach behind you, and lift that slip up so I can see your ass. I hope for your sake that you’re not wearing panties,printsessa.”
I wince, but I follow his instructions. I reach for the lace hem, tugging it up so that he can see that I am, in fact, wearing the matching thong beneath it.
Viktor makes atskingsound, his hand caressing the curve of my ass. “Naughty girl,” he murmurs. “A true submissive would be bare for me. But I can’t be angry at another reason to punish myprintsessa,to show her how to truly submit.” He reaches for the string of the panties, and as he pulls them down, his fingers graze over the gusset, eliciting another dark chuckle from him.
“They’re soaked through.” He grunts, and I can hear the naked desire in his voice. “You’re dripping for me already, and I haven’t even touched you. Look at me,printsessa.”
I don’t want to. I can feel the flush of heat creeping up my neck and over my cheeks, embarrassment at how wet I am, at how much my body craves him overtaking me. But I’d agreed to this–askedfor it, even–and I’d foregone any chance of a safe word. All that’s left is to obey or face the consequences.
A choice, and one that I’ve made.
Which is all I wanted–all I want for anyone else.
I turn to look at my husband. His eyes are dark and heated, his face taut with desire, cruelly handsome as always. My panties are balled in his fist, and as I watch, he lifts them to his nose, breathing in my scent deeply. I can feel my face flame at that, burning red, and I can see from his smile that he did it intentionally, that he knows exactly how it would affect me.
“Open your mouth,printsessa.”
Oh god. Oh god, no.I wince at that, but his expression leaves no room for argument, just as I’d known there wouldn’t be. And so I part my lips, opening my mouth only for him to reach out and push the damp silk inside.
“When you moan for me, you can moan through the taste of your own dripping pussy,” he growls, his accent thick and rough, the Russian clear. It arouses me in a way that I know it shouldn’t. Still, it’s so different from anything I’ve known before Viktor, anything I’d ever expected. Not sophisticated or elegant, like the men I grew up with. My husband, brutal and rough, a Bratva leader, theirpakhan, theirUssuri.Bear. A man to respect and fear, or else he’d eat you alive and relish it as he did.
A man that I want, precisely because of his roughness, because of the way he terrifies me and arouses me all at once, the way he’s both cruel and gentle by turns.
Viktor runs something over my ass, then with his other hand, something cool and soft, and I turn to look. He holds the implement up, and I gasp softly.
It’s a leather flogger, the tails long and soft-looking, but I can only imagine that they won’tfeelsoft when he cracks it against my skin. Another shiver goes through me, and Viktor smiles.
“This will be new for you,printsessa.But remember, you agreed to let me do as I wish.” He touches my hand. “Hold this up and keep your lovely ass bare for me, or I’ll punish you twice over.”
I nod, swallowing hard, tasting myself on my tongue. He runs one hand over the small of my back, pressing down. “Push that ass out for me,printsessa. Show me how much you want to be taught. How much do you want me to punish you for speaking to me as you did earlier? For being defiant. Show me how you want to submit.”
I’m nearly shaking with need, and I can feel how wet I am, my thighs sticky with it as I obey, arching my back so that I know he can see all of it, my bare ass, the edges of my pink, swollen pussy, dripping with need for him. My fingers curl around the silk of my slip. I can feel them trembling slightly as Viktor steps behind me, the cool air sweeping over my ass as he brings the flogger down, and the soft leather tails snap over my skin, striking my left ass cheek.
I gasp, the sharp crack of it stinging as he brings it down again, this time on the other side. He whips me with effortless efficiency, the tails striking each side of my ass and working down to the curve of it, grazing the tops of my thighs, again and again as I feel heat blossoming over my skin. It was just pain at first, just the stinging that turned bright and sharp and more painful with each blow, radiating down my thighs. But as it goes on, I feel it start to turn into pleasure, that heat warming my skin, turning into a glow that makes my back arch and my thighs spread wider.
“Ah, yes,printsessa,”Viktor growls, pausing to drag the flogger over my reddening flesh again. “Push that gorgeous ass out for me. You want it, don’t you,malishka?” His voice makes me shudder with desire, rough and full of inescapable need that only intensifies my own. I can tell how aroused he is, and I realize suddenly that this is an exercise in self-control for him, too, drawing out the punishment as he makes himself wait to take me, to revel in his own pleasure.
“More,” he murmurs, swishing the flogger over my skin. “Yes, you can take more. Can’t you, my princess?”
He says it in English this time, and I nod, my fingers curling into the duvet as I feel myself clench, my dripping pussy aching, needing to be filled.
Needing to be filled byhim.