Tears seep from my eyes. Mikhail gently wipes them away but doesn’t pull out of me. I know he won’t spare my body anything tonight.
He slowly moves his hips around, and I hiss when it causes more pain. I glance out at the audience and see the lust in their eyes. They love that I’m in pain right now. I quickly look back at Mikhail.
“Move with me,” he orders, thrusting in and out of me. Every time he brings his length back into me, I cry out.
“It hurts,” I whine.
“It will get better. Move with me, Sofiya.” He grabs my hips and raises them to meet his. My hands reach out for him, but he’s too far away on his knees.
“I can’t.”
“You can. Focus on the pleasure, not the pain.”
I force my body to relax on the bed and do as he says. Slowly, the pain begins to recede, replaced with a subtle pleasure. My hips start to move, trying to match his pace, but he’s too rough.
Mikhail growls and grips my thighs tighter, pulling me in closer to him. When he does this, I can feel his erection sink deeper inside of me.
“Oh,” I cry out, this time feeling more pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he says in his deep, seductive voice. “You’re my good girl, so be my good girl.”
The first moan escapes me. I want to be his good girl so bad.
Mikhail thrusts into me roughly. It hurts still, but it also feels good. I can’t even explain it. I can only feel it.
My body has a mind of its own. I let myself get washed away in our lovemaking.
Mikhail suddenly pulls out of me and rolls me onto my side. Before I can wonder what he’s doing, he gets behind me and reenters me in one thrust. I gasp. He pulls my leg over his thigh, exposing me even more to the crowd.
“Look at them,” he says into my ear. “Watch how jealous they are that they’re not the ones fucking you right now.” He brings his hand down my body and finds my clit. I moan again when he begins rubbing it while also thrusting into me.
“Mikhail,” I gasp out.
“Tell me. Tell me you’re my good girl.”
“I am,” I cry. “I am your good girl.”
“Then come for me, baby. Come for me.” He gently bites my ear as his finger presses down on my nub.
And I explode.
I can’t even breathe as my body trembles and shudders from the pleasure.
Mikhail thrusts hard into me once more before groaning and coming inside me. I can feel his seed. I’m not on birth control. I know Mikhail will want me to have children. It’s always been expected of me, so I’m not sad about the thought. Actually, I don’t mind the idea of having children with Mikhail. I’m already his.
I slump against the bed, catching my breath. As Mikhail slowly eases out of me, I feel a trickle of wetness down my thigh and tense when I see blood.
“Don’t worry,” Mikhail says. “It was just because it was your first time, and I was a little rougher than I’d intended. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He scoops me into his arms and carries me off the stage and down the hallway into a private bedroom, where he lays me on the bed. I watch him grab a towel off the nightstand and dip it into a bowl of water. “Open your legs.”
I don’t hesitate.
I wince when he touches the towel to my vulva, cleaning up the blood.
“You’re mine now, Sofiya. How does it feel?” He rubs the towel up and down my folds. A spike of arousal hits me again, but my body is too spent to do anything about it.
“I feel … safe,” I admit.
The smile that crosses his face fills me with warmth. “Good.” He removes the towel and leans over me, giving me a gentle kiss. “Now, get some rest. Your body needs it. I worked it hard tonight.”
My eyes are fluttering shut without me even meaning to, and within seconds, sleep takes me.
I feel someone standing over me before I open my eyes.
When something cold touches my throat, I jerk awake and see Irina above me, holding a knife to my throat.
“You said I could have him,” she growls.
“Where’s Mikhail?”
“He’s not here right now. It’s just you and me.” She slaps my cheek. “Pay attention.”
I hold as still as I can. One small movement and I’ll be dead.
“I saw what happened tonight,” she continues. “He was mine first, but he tossed me aside like garbage for you.” She looks me up and down, but unlike the lustful looks I received tonight, Irina’s is full of derision. “You’re nothing special.”
