Chapter 9
Anastasia
I want him to keepeating meout for the rest of my life, but at the same time, I hate how shameful his questions make me feel. I’ve done everything with his brother, and now he’s forcing me to answer his fucked up questions. I know my answers makehim angry, it’s visible on his face, yet he keeps asking, torturing himself, and I don’t understand why.
I watch him as he keeps eating his food like nothing has happened, like he didn’t just punish me for not wanting to be here. He brings the adrenaline and unpredictability I’ve missed so badly. And I hate that something in me wants to stay. I hate that I’m curious.But most of all, I hate how I don’t hate him.
I’m still wet as I sit on the floor beneath him, head leaning against his leg as his hand finds my head and plays with my hair. I want to touch myself, but his words from yesterday echo in the back of my mind. He was very clear about his rule that I am not allowed to touch myself without asking. However, I’m desperate for another release.
I place my heel right under me and secretly rock my hips back and forth, hoping he won’t notice the small motion. I get lost in my thoughts, but this time, it’s not his brother I’m thinking of. It’s Brian, and the way he seems to know my body without having to ask. It feels wrong to want more of him, but I push away the shame just to have a few more seconds of pleasure.
Suddenly, a hand comes from behind and wraps around my throat, another one around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. I open my eyes and my body freezes.
A kiss is placed on my cheek as his face appears beside me. “Anastasia.” Theway he says my name makes my body scream for him.
“Yes, sir?”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I say, regretting it immediately as I realize it’s a lie. Iwasdoing something...
“I don’t want to giveyou more punishments today, babydoll.”His voice is deep, and the way his breath brushes my neck makes a shiver run down my spine.
He reaches down into my gown, both hands grabbing my breasts, his head still firmly beside mine. A whimper that matches mine echoes ashe presses himself against me.
“You smell so good, babydoll. It makes me want to keep eating you out.”he says, like he can read my thoughts.
“Mhm,” I can’t stop the sound that comes out.
“I’ll be kind. I’ll let you choose your punishment this time, and also when to receive it.”
It’s not kind. If he wanted to be kind, he wouldn’t punish me at all. But I guess that option doesn't exist in his world.
“Do you want me to spank you, or...”
“Yes, sir,” I say, not even wanting to know his other, sick option.
“Another punishment for cutting me off. You have much to learn, Anastasia.” A low chuckle from him vibrates through me. “Why haven’t you touched your food?”
“I’m not hungry, sir.”
“Did I not tell you to eat?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what did you do instead?”
I swallow hard, hesitating, but lying will only give me another punishment. “I tried to come, hoping you wouldn’t notice.”
“Did you think of him? His blue eyes watching you while he fucks your wet cunt?”
“No, sir.”
“What did you think of?”
“You, sir.” I hate how easily I admit it, not wanting him to have the pleasure of knowing.
He stands up and lifts me from the floor, taking me into his arms. “Where are we going?”
