Mikhail’s thoughts began moving and he sat up a little straighter, wondering if he was insane. They were out of options — and he’d give anything a try.
He gently maneuvered Anastasia, lying her down on the bed. Her eyes flickered open as she looked at him, confused, while he swung a leg over her and straddled her hips.
Her eyes grew wider as the implications settled over her. Impossibly, she flushed a little deeper.
“Malyshka…,” Mikhail leaned down, bracing himself on the wall with one arm as he came close to her face. “Do you trust me?”
Anastasia said nothing. For once, she nodded quickly, without any hesitation. That was enough of an encouragement for Mikhail to keep going.
He nodded, sitting back up. He kept all of his weight on his knees, preventing Anastasia from getting any friction as she writhed underneath him.
“Okay,” he nodded, “The moment you say so, this stops. Tell me you understand.”
His voice took on a deep, vibrating tone that made Anastasia quiver. Her thoughts were quickly spiraling and turningfar awayfrom the ache of her missing magic. Anastasia was biting on her lip, nodding her head.
“Say it out loud.”
“I understand.”
Mikhail grinned, leaning into the opportunity in front of them. He sat up a little bit taller, grabbing his shirt and tugging it off.
Anastasia’s breath quickened; the sight of him on top of her — butso farfrom where she needed him now — kept her heart rate elevated for entirely different reasons.
The empty feeling that had consumed her for hours was now wholly focused on her core, making her thighs rub against one another.
Mikhail dropped one hand down and gripped her hip, pinning her waist to the bed while he shook his head.
“No,” he chided, a smirk sliding onto his face, “I tell you when to move. You’re going to take whatever I give you, isn’t that right?”
Anastasia let out a wicked moan, all of her frustration officially focused elsewhere.
“Yes,”it was a breathy, relieved sound that went straight to Mikhail’s cock. He stopped, staring down at her and slowly trailing her entire body with his eyes — a gaze so hot that Anastasia swore that she couldfeelit.He reached up and tightened the bun in his hair, giving her a wink.
With a shocking tenderness for a man so large, and as turned on as he was, he reached down and picked up Anastasia’s bound wrists. He brought her hands to his face, making her sit up a little and rub against him. Anastasia released another uncontrollable whimper when she felt how hard he was.
“Please,”her voice was desperate, “I need you. I need…” She was cut off as Mikhail licked one of her fingers before sucking it into his mouth — that wicked tongue tracing it until Anastasia was rocking her hips against him, already close to coming.
“I’ll give you exactly what you need,” Mikhail grinned, pulling her finger out of his mouth and then tracing around the manacles on her wrist with his tongue.
Anastasia shuddered, and Mikhail grinned, pulling back. He wrapped an arm around her back and lowered her onto the bed. He was still straddling her hips, sitting up and grabbing the irons.
“Look at me, Anya,” he growled. Anastasia’s gaze snapped to him, and she nearly cried out. He was undeniably male, so fuckingbig. He was so much larger than her, especially when she was underneath him like this, his chest alone almost double her size.
“Good girl,” he grinned again, his smile feral, “We’re just going to distract you a little bit,da?”
Anastasia nodded eagerly, her breath escalating and all of her thoughts focused on the pulsing heat between her legs.
Mikhail grabbed the chain holding her wrists together, leaning forward, and looping it over a rod in the headboard. It stretched Anastasia’s arms above her head, making her back arch into Mikhail’s chest. He let out a dark chuckle, the sound making chills break out all over Anastasia’s body.
“Mikhail,”she begged, her voice sounding utterly wrecked, “Please…”
Mikhail sat back up, looking at her with a wicked light in his eyes. “What do you want me to do? I feel like taking my time… you aren’t going anywhere, are you?”
He cocked his head to the side and winked at her, biting his lip at the sight of her nipples hardening under the smolder of his gaze. He stood up and got off the bed — making Anastasia cry out in frustration.
Without her legs pinned together by his knees, she took the opportunity to rub her thighs together, trying for any source of friction that she could get.
Her hands tugged at the shackles around her wrist, and before long, she found herself moaning every time she pulled on them.
