Page 14 of From Russia With Blood

“You’d pat me on the ass and call it a day?”

“Nice try, Princess. Turn around, or I’ll make you.”

A mischievous glint lights up her eyes, and my cock twitches as she starts to play with the top of her blouse. “Can I maybe distract you? I’m sure I’ve worked up a lot of spankings.”

The banter seems a little forced, as if she wants to, but feels more compelled than desiring to. Frowning, I grip the front of her shirt, ignoring how soft her breasts feel against my knuckles, and pull her forward. As she gasps, I lower my head to hers, invading her mouth with my tongue.

The taste of whatever she drank earlier explodes against my mouth as I thrust deep inside, mimicking what I’d rather be doing with my cock. Sex, in all forms, was not on her list of hard or soft limits, and I’m so grateful for that. The need to bury myself deep within her grows with every pass of my tongue against hers.

When she groans and sags against me, I’m nearly done for. Pulling her back, I stare deep into her eyes. For a moment, brown eyes flit up at me, and a dull ache forms at the back of my head. I blink several times, willing those eyes away. I refuse to be haunted by a ghost when a flesh and blood woman stands in front of me.

It takes a few moments, but soon, brown eyes give way to blue, and I sigh in relief. “You will use the cruise safeword when things get too much, and you want me to stop right away. For anything else, you will use the word glorious. I will stop and check in with you. If I don’t hear either of those words, I will not stop. Understood? What is our safeword?”

“Glorious.”

“And do you consent to me using your body in any way I choose?”

“Please, Master.” Her voice is soft, and I almost miss it over the din, but I don’t. I hear every pleading syllable. I pause, looking deep into her eyes. There’s no way she’s in subspace yet, but I check her over, wanting - no needing - to know she’s fully in control of herself.

“How many drinks have you had tonight, Subbie Number Five?”

Her face scrunches up, crinkling her nose. Adorable. I shouldn’t find the little ridges along the bridge of her nose so cute, but I’m overwhelmed with the need to kiss them, to get her to relax her face. Lights flash before my eyes, replacing her face with floating orbs. A few blinks, and they disappear. Perhaps I shouldn’t be playing tonight. Something’s up with me, and I don’t want to hurt her.

But just staring down into her face, I know I’m not going anywhere. Besides, with Luka prowling around, she’ll be safer with me, even like this, than she’ll ever be with him. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to shake off whatever is going on in my brain. I can’t afford to lose it right now. Not with so much at stake.

Once Luka’s dead, I’ll look at taking some much-needed vacation time. Until then, I need to keep my head in the game. “I asked you a question. Not answering will just add to your punishment. You’ve already been a naughty, little girl. Do you want to make it worse?”

Her smile widens for a moment before dropping into something else. An unreadable expression flashes across her face before she tosses her head back, brat bravado back in full force.

“I’m only allowed two drinks per day, as I’m sure you’re well aware. I have not yet reached my limit.”

“Okay, so that’s either a one or none. I want to know which.”

“Does it really matter?”

My lips tilt up into a smirk. “No. I guess it doesn’t.” She’s right. The cruise already put safeguards in place. Nothing about her screams inebriated. Instead of pushing the issue, I turn her around and slam her up against the Saint Andrew’s cross. Air pushes out of her lungs in a gasp as I press my body against hers, further driving her into the unyielding leather.

Without giving her a chance to protest, I grab her right hand and lift it up to the cuff, securing it in place. I do the same with the other, tugging on both to ensure she can’t weasel her way out. “What’s our safeword, sweetheart?”

“Glorious.”

“Too bad you won’t be using it anytime soon.” I flip her skirt up, groaning at the simple, black thong as it bisects her pale asscheeks. Soon they will be as red as the furniture she’s cuffed to. Standing behind her, I breathe in her scent. Not vanilla, like so many women. She’s citrus and cinnamon, fall on a crisp day. Heady. I once more press my body to hers, letting her feel the proof of my arousal against her ass.

In her lists, she said she was curious about anal. That happens to be one of my areas of expertise. Sliding my thumbs inside the band of her thong, I lower them to the floor, skimming my lips down the back of her thighs on my way down. I pull her foot out of one hole before securing it with a cuff, then move on to the next.

Through this whole process, she’s not said one word. Standing, I walk around to the front of the cross where she can see me, and I hold the thong in front of her face, letting the scrap dangle from my index finger.

“Feel like saying anything?” She shakes her head, lower lip snaking inside her mouth for her to bite it. “Very well.” Reaching forward, I push down on her chin with my thumb, forcing her lips to part. I shove the underwear inside and push her mouth closed. “I will be watching you very closely. While you’re unable to speak, you will tap against the cross.”

Making my way back around, I slide my palm against the globe of her ass. My breath stirs her hair as I gather my thoughts. She’s a vision on this cross, laid bare for my use. “Show me how you alert me.”

Her fingers flutter against the leather, too soft for me to hear, but I can see the movements clear as day. “Good girl.”

She vibrates a little at my words, and I want nothing more than to slide my fingers lower and see if she’s as turned on as I am. But all in good time. Walking back around to the front of the cross, I slide my thumb along her extended lips as I plan out exactly what I want to do to her.

The little minx has been in my thoughts all afternoon, distracting me when I should have been thinking of other, more important things. A small kernel of irritation blossoms at the fact that she can have this much power over me. She’s nobody, and yet my body burns for her like she was made for me.

“I’m going to start your anal training tonight. Who knows, by the time this week is up, I’ll have you taking my cock there. What do you think about that? Want my cock up your ass, Sassy Subby Number Five?”