“Are you going to punish me?”
“No, Sofiya. Tonight is not about punishment. I want to show you what kind of pleasure I can give you.”
I need to trust him. Mikhail has only ever protected me. He’s never hurt me.
Slowly, I take off my clothes. Mikhail’s eyes latch onto every inch of my skin as it’s exposed. Then I lay my stomach over the back of the chair and relax.
Mikhail walks up behind me and places his hands on my butt. My breath catches in my throat. “Fucking you last night was one of the best nights of my life. Finally getting to claim you as my own. Nothing could be better. So, know I’m going to claim you as my own again.” His lips touch my spine, making me gasp. He trails the length of my spine, following each bone up and down. “I want you to lie down on the bench and raise your arms above your head.”
I stand up and walk over to the bench, keeping my eyes low. I need to trust Mikhail. I can do this.
My body trembles as I lie down and raise my arms. Mikhail gently grabs my wrists and wraps a soft leather cuff around each of them. I gasp. The cuffs are attached to a rope embedded in the floor. I’m not going anywhere even if I want to. My breath comes out faster, and my head whips around.
“You’re ok,” he says, placing his hand on my stomach. It helps to steady me. “You need to learn to give up more control. I will make you feel good, Sofiya.” As he takes his clothes off, his erection springs forth, shocking me again. I think I forgot how big he was, but my body remembers. On instinct, my inner walls clench.
Mikhail pulls my lower body to the edge of the bench, stretching my arms all the way out. “Trust me.”
“Yes.”
He palms my folds, rubbing his hand up and down. I moan softly, unable to fight the pleasure he’s so good at wringing from my body.
“How’s my good girl feeling tonight? Still sore?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“You won’t be sore forever. Soon, your body will get used to mine.” He removes his hand from between my legs and replaces it with his hips. As his length brushes against my entrance, I remember the pain and the pleasure he brought me last night. “You will let me fuck you tonight, and I will make you feel so good.”
I gasp and arch my back up. “Yes.” I want this. Why do I want this again? My brain is scrambled. I just know I need Mikhail and nothing else.
Mikhail grips my hips and thrusts into me. I’m still tight, and with my soreness, it almost hurts more tonight than it did last night. I cry out.
“You will take me inside you,” he growls, grinding his hips against mine. I can feel him fill me up. Every time he thrusts back into me, it hurts, but there are those spikes of pleasure again coming out from the darkness.
My hands can’t hold onto him. I’m weightless. I clench my fingers around the cuffs to find something to steady me.
Mikhail growls as he drives his erection deeper within me. He’s not holding back. “Are you my good girl? Tell me.”
“Yes!”
“Tell me.” He holds my hips tighter.
“I’m your good girl,” I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut from the sensation of everything.
He thrusts into me again and again and again. I’m powerless to stop it. I don’t think I even want to stop it.
Every time he drives his length out of me and pushes it back in, I feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through me.
Mikhail lets go of my hips and places his hands on the bench, leaning closer to me. I wrap my legs tighter around his waist as I shift my hips up, trying to reach him even more.
“I want you to kiss me,” I say.
His eyes soften before he leans down and captures my lips within his. We’re chest to chest now. Closer than we’ve ever been.
The kiss doesn’t last long, though. Mikhail sits back up and increases his pace, thrusting into me with wild abandon. The sound of our bodies moving together is almost vulgar. The only other sounds in the room are my breathless pants and Mikhail’s deep growls.
“Come for me, baby,” he says, driving his length in harder. I make a sound that’s a cross between a moan of pleasure and a cry of pain. “Be my good girl.”
God, I want nothing else.
Without even expecting it, my release hits me. “Mikhail,” I gasp, my body trembling and shuddering.
Mikhail groans as he quickly follows with his own release. Once again, I feel his seed inside me. We haven’t discussed children yet, and I’m not sure why we haven’t.
He removes himself from me and then unties my hands from the cuffs. My arms drop clumsily to my sides. “Stay there,” he instructs as he walks over to grab a towel from the table and dip it into a bowl of water. He comes back and begins to clean me. It’s hard to focus on anything else except for his hand between my legs, wiping me down.
“Why did you stop kissing me?” I ask.
He pauses. “Because I got caught up in the moment.” He resumes rubbing the towel over my folds and inner thighs.
“I wanted you to keep kissing me,” I admit.
He pulls away and walks back over to the table, setting the towel down.
I sit up and wrap my arms around my body. “Why haven’t we had sex in our bed?”
“What?” He glances at me.
“We had sex at the club and now in here. Why haven’t we made love in our bed?”
