But I’m not ready to beg. Not quite yet.
Viktor begins again, the flogger striking my ass in the rhythmic pattern that I know will leave marks tomorrow, a part of me feels a hot, flushed thrill at that, the thought that I won’t be able to sit or move or do anything for a day or two without feeling the reminder of his punishment and everything that comes after. I can feel my arousal building, my heart beating wildly in my chest, and I clutch at the bed, gasping as I can feel myself slipping into that place where I almost feel as if I’m floating.
“You can’t come yet,printsessa,” Viktor murmurs. Another thrill rushes through me, realizing that he can see how close I am to the edge, that he’s in tune enough with my body to know that I can feel the first tremors running through me, threatening to tip me over into a shuddering climax. “Not until I say.”
I moan at that, pressing my face against the duvet as I feel myself clench again, aching for fulfillment that isn’t there, for friction that I can’t get. I can’t even grind against the bed, he’s positioned me in such a way that I can’t reach it, and I know that’s on purpose.
“Are you ready for more,malishka?”he asks. I nod breathlessly, wondering as I do what he’s saying. I’ve never heard him call me that before, and the way he says it is almost tender, not the taunting sarcasm that I hear when he calls meprintsessa. It seems sweeter, like a real pet name.
I shouldn’t like it. I should resist anything that seems like love or tenderness between us, that could bind us closer together instead of giving me the distance that I know I should insist upon. But at this moment, it sends a rush of pleasure through me, my chest tightening at the sound of his voice murmuring the pet name, caressing me.
I hear the swish of the flogger again, but this time it isn’t my ass that it hits. Viktor brings it up between my legs, the tails striking me in multiple places at once—my inner thighs, the soft folds of my pussy, nearly grazing over my clit. I almost scream with mingled pain and pleasure, the duvet muffling the sounds as Viktor swings it again.
“Spread your legs,printsessa,” he orders. “Wider. Let me see how aroused you are for me, that swollen clit. Ahh, yes,krasivaya,” he groans, and the flogger swings again.
This time, it lands squarely on my pussy, barely grazing my inner thighs as it slaps against my puffy, drenched outer folds, swinging up to strike my clit. I do scream this time, around the panties in my mouth, shoving my face into the blankets as I dig my fingers into the bed. A full-body shudder ripples through me, every muscle I have tensed with the effort not to come.
“No,printsessa,” Viktor orders. “I want to hear your pleasure and your pain. Don’t deny me what I want, or your punishment will go on for much longer before I allow you your release.” He reaches down then, turning my head to the side as he grabs the silk in my mouth and yanks it out, leaving nothing at all to muffle the sounds.
Oh god.I can’t hold on much longer. I’m trembling with need, my body shaking with the effort, my arousal slick on my inner thighs, dripping from the need to come. “Someone will hear,” I whisper, my voice trembling, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought. There’s an entire house of staff, not to mention everyone we know staying with us on the floor below. Any of them could hear—
“I don’t care,” Viktor says gruffly. “Let them hear. What matters is thatIwant to hear it,malishka.Your screams, your moans, your cries of pleasure.” His hand strokes over the curve of my ass, down my thigh, so tantalizingly close to where I need it. “Few things make me as hard as the sounds you make when I punish you,printsessa.” He squeezes a handful of my ass, the flesh stinging in his grip. “Except perhaps the sounds that you make when you come.”
Fuck.His deep, growling, and thickly accented voice sends a thrill of pleasure through me that nearly undoes me. I don’t know how I can take anymore, how much longer I can go before I come apart, whether he gives me permission or not. When he steps back, and I know what comes next, I take a shuddering breath, telling myself that I can manage a little longer. I can keep myself from orgasming, just a few seconds more.
Surely he’ll allow it, if I please him. And I know this pleases him.
I don’t muffle my cry this time when the flogger strikes between my thighs. The tails snap against my clit, the burning pleasure radiating between my thighs, and I hear Viktor’s grunt of pleasure as he swings it again, and my back arches, another scream spilling from my lips.
“Please!” I gasp, feeling as if I can’t bear it a second longer. “Please, Viktor, I can’t take anymore—”
“Can’t take any more of what?” He drags the tails over my ass, and I can feel that they’re wet from my pussy, the leather soaked from how aroused I am. “Tell me,malishka,what do you need?”
“I—oh, Viktor, please—”
“Say it.” His voice is deep and threatening. “Say it, or I’ll lash your pussy until you can’t stop yourself,printsessa, and then I’ll punish you for coming without permission. It will be a long time before you have the pleasure of my cock, if you earn it at all, unless you beg the way I know that you can.”
Oh god. Nothing sounds worse, at this moment, than a hollow orgasm without him touching me, followed by being denied anything else. Ineedto come, but more than anything, I need to come with him filling me, with friction on my clit and his thick cock pounding into me, and I’m willing to say whatever he wants if I can have it.
Besides, didn’t I come in here tonight with the intent of exploring this to its limits?
“I need to come,” I whisper breathlessly. “I need it so badly, please make me come, Viktor, please let me, I need it—”
I’m gasping, the words tumbling over each other, and I almost sob with relief when I hear the flogger drop to the floor. “Alright,malishka,” Viktor croons roughly. “I’ll give you what you need. I’ll make that pussy come for me—”
“Yes, oh god yes, please—” I press my forehead against the duvet, another shudder rippling through me as I feel my body clench hard, aching for his cock. I expect to hear the sound of his zipper, to feel his swollen tip pressing against me, and the anticipation is more than I can bear.
But to my utter shock, that’s not what happens at all.
I gasp as Viktor sinks to his knees behind me, his hands gripping the flushed, stinging backs of my thighs as he leans forward, breathing in. “Ah, you’re so wet,printsessa,” he groans. “So wet for my cock. But not yet. You’ve taken your punishment so well, I think I’ll make you come like this, first.”
And then, as he kneels behind me, I feel his hot tongue slide over my clit.
“Viktor!” I cry out his name, a gasp of shocked pleasure escaping my lips as I arch backward, his mouth pressing against the swollen folds of my pussy as he drags his tongue from my clit to my entrance, the tip of his tongue dipping inside for a moment, lapping up my arousal, and then flicking back to my clit, where I’m throbbing for him, desperate for his touch.
I forget any thoughts of embarrassment or holding back. I forget all of it, the pleasure that Viktor is giving me coursing through my body as I arch backward, grinding against his face, desperate for more of his hot, wet, lapping tongue against my clit, driving me towards the climax that I need so badly. It feels so good, his hands squeezing my thighs, pulling me back onto his face as he devours me. I never imagined a man could eat me out like this, hungry and passionate, as if the taste and scent and sounds of me, my pleasure, is driving his own.
“Oh god, Viktor!” I scream as I feel my body tighten, the tight knot of pleasure deep inside of me starting to unfurl, my thighs shaking as he grips them, holding my legs apart, his tongue lashing against my clit as I buck against his face. “Fuck, I’m coming,Viktor!”