“I will never punish you for asking questions.” He trails his fingers across the back of my neck, sending goosebumps down my body. “But I don’t have to answer them. So, it’s in your benefit to not ask in the first place.”
Of course, now all I want to ask is, “Why?” but I can’t even do that.
“Get out of your head,” he whispers into my ear, making me jump. “Focus on the pleasure I’m going to give you tonight.”
I want to. God, I want to. I just can’t shake the hurt I feel that Mikhail never told me he had a son. I’ve given him all of me, and he hasn’t done the same in return.
Tears slip out of my eyes and slide past the blindfold. Mikhail touches my cheek, wiping my tear away.
“Why are you crying?”
I lick my lips. “Because I’m sad.”
“Don’t be sad tonight. Be my good girl. If you do that, you will feel better.” He links our hands together, pressing his chest into my back. “Give yourself to me, Sofiya. Your submissive nature needs it.”
I let out a sob and lean against him, instantly feeling safer when he wraps his arms around me. Mikhail is right. I need this. I need him to take away my thoughts, even though he’s the one making me think so much.
“Tell me you’re my good girl.”
“I’m your good girl.” Pause. “Sir.”
“I want you to hold still while I take your clothes off.” His fingers slip under the straps of my dress, and my skin tingles from his touch. I suck in a sharp inhale as the cool air touches my body as my dress falls around my feet. Mikhail is an expert at undoing my bra. I hear it land on the floor. Finally, he trails his fingers down my legs as he takes my underwear off. Then I feel him kneeling behind me, his breath on my backside.
“My good girl,” he murmurs, drawing his finger up my slit. I gasp. “You’re wet for me. Already. So, why were you crying?”
“I don’t know anymore,” I admit. How can I be sad while my body is aroused? None of it makes any sense.
Mikhail pulls his hand away and stands back up. “I’m going to guide you across the room. Just start walking.” He takes my hand in his, and I force my feet to start moving. For a second, I’m worried I’m going to hit something, but then I remind myself—Mikhail wouldn’t let that happen.
He stops me when we reach … wherever we were going. Grabbing my arms, he gently pushes me back against something soft. I’m still standing, so it must be a soft wall of some sorts. Mikhail lifts my arms above my head and wraps leather cuffs around my wrists.
“You’re on my cross,” he tells me, letting me go. “Your legs are free, but your hands are not. Now, I’m going to show you what kind of pleasure I can give you.” He walks away from me. Even though the ground is carpet, I can hear his footsteps recede. I’m also colder, and that only happens when Mikhail isn’t near me.
My breath comes out faster. It’s scary being blindfolded because I can’t see what he’s going to do to me.
Remember to trust him. I’m trying. I’m really trying.
Mikhail comes back over to me, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just when I’m about to ask, I feel something soft yet firm touch my inner thigh.
And then I hear a buzzing sound, and my inner thigh tickles from whatever is touching me.
I jump, which makes Mikhail chuckle.
“You’re all right,” he tells me. “It’s a vibrator.”
I relax slightly, but the intense sensation on my inner thigh is almost too much.
“Have you ever used a vibrator before?”
I shake my head.
“Answer me,” he says sternly.
“No, sir. I’ve never used a vibrator before.”
“My innocent girl. I’m going to show you the fun we can have with it.” He moves the vibrator from my inner thigh and presses it straight onto my clit.
I cry out, my hips jerking up.
“Too much?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Good. That’s what I want. I want it to be too much for you.” My hips thrust up in his direction as he swirls the vibrator around my nub. I’ve never felt such an intense sensation before. When Mikhail took my virginity, that was intense. But this is on a whole other level. I much prefer his fingers and mouth and body to this.
“I can also fuck you with it,” he says in a calm voice as he shoves the tip of the vibrator inside me. I moan, dropping my head back. Even though it’s intense, it still feels good. More than good.
I tug at the cuffs around my wrists, but my arms are not going anywhere. Mikhail is relentless with the vibrator as he pushes it in and out of me. Occasionally, he’ll bring it back to my bundle of nerves before thrusting it into me.
“Mikhail,” I whimper.
“I’m ‘sir’ tonight. Remember that.”
“Please. It’s too much.” My head shakes back and forth as I speak.
“It’s not too much. You can handle this. You’re my good girl.”
“I’m not sure I can.”
