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I follow him as he leads me back up to the master suite that I’d escaped from earlier. This time, when we step inside, he closes and locks the door behind us.
“In case you think of trying to escape again,” he says simply, his eyes narrowing as his hand moves to the small of my back. “Come along.”
I realize too late, as we step into the huge master bathroom, what he has planned. He shuts the door behind us as we step inside and releases my arm, leaning back against the twin sinks with his arms crossed over his chest.
I stare at him in utter, horrified disbelief.
“Go on.” Mikhail nods towards the toilet at the far end of the room. It’s directly across from the sinks, with a massive tub to his right, and a glassed-in shower ahead of him and a little to the left. The entire room is as big as my bedroom in my old apartment, but the thought is fleeting, quickly replaced by the absolute humiliation of what he’s clearly insisting I do.
“You should wait outside.” The words come out haughtier than I intended them to, but I lean into it, tilting my chin up as I stare at him. “This is inappropriate. What is the point of this?”
He doesn’t need to answer for me to know. He chuckles, raising an eyebrow at me. “After your little stunt this morning, it’s clear I need to keep an eye on you at all times.”
“There’s no window,” I snap. “Stand outside in front of the door, so I can’t get out. I don’t care. But you’re not going to stand there and watch me–”
A hard glint sparks in his eyes. “Oh, yes, I am,” he says with utter finality. “And if you don’t hurry up, I’ll keep you right where you stand until you piss yourself in front of me. Nowthatwould be humiliating.”
He pushes himself away from the counter, closing the distance between us in one quick stride as he grasps my chin in his hand, forcing me to look directly at him. “This is another lesson, Natalia, just like the one earlier when you cleaned me up.”
“Oh?” I cock my head as much as I’m able in his grasp. “You mean the lesson where I made you lose control and come in my mouth, and lose so much focus that I was able to bite your cock?”
Mikhail’s eyes gleam angrily. “Watch your tongue,krasotka,or you’ll learn exactly how many uses I can find for it.”
I jerk my chin out of his grasp, and he grabs it back, his fingers digging in painfully. “The lesson, Natalia, is that I ownallof you now. You aremine,my captive, to do with as I like. The most basic of necessities–your food, your water, your bed, your toilet, are atmymercy. You will be allowed to have only what I deem you deserving of. So–”
He lets the last word trail off, his fingers still gripping my face. “If you want to sit on the toilet and do what you need to properly, you will do itnow, before I lose my patience.”
His hand jerks away, and I know this is one of those moments where it’s not worth the fight. I can feel my bodily needs starting to take over, something low in my stomach cramping painfully and urgently, and I nod, swallowing hard. My entire body feels as if it’s burning with shame as I cross the room, looking away from him as I sit.
It might be the most embarrassing few moments of my life. At first, I don’t even think I’ll be able to manage it, no matter how desperate I am. I can feel his gaze on me, can feel him watching, laughing, enjoying my humiliation.
The worst part of it all is that I still don’t entirely understandwhy. I don’t know why he wants to embarrass me, hurt me, shame me, break me. I don’t know who he is, to take so much pleasure in it, to even want me dead.
I know he’s enjoying every second of my embarrassment. It’s not until I’m nearly finished that he crosses the room, opening the door to the shower and turning on the hot water. As I stand up unsteadily, he glances over at me, his upper lip curling as if in disgust.
“Get in,” he says flatly, nodding towards the shower. “You need to clean yourself up. Look at yourself.”
I stare at him, uncomprehending for a moment, as his gaze rakes over me as if I’m something on the bottom of his shoe. “You have my cum all over you, all down your thighs like a dirty whore. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, having to be told to shower?” He steps back, gesturing at the steam beginning to curl above the glass. “Hurry up.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” My voice rises to a pitch I hadn’t expected, a sudden and uncontrollable fury washing over me. “You’ve had me cuffed to a bed whileyoucame on me, and then tied to a fucking chair for hours! How the fuck was I supposed to take a shower?” I shake my head, crossing the room on unsteady feet to wash my hands at the sink. “This is fucking insane, Mikhail.You’reinsane.You’rethe reason I’m ‘dirty’ in the first place.”
“Oh?” He cocks his head, glaring at me. “Is that what you want? For me to cuff you to the bed again and leave you like that?”
I open my mouth to answer, twisting around, but he’s behind me before I can say a word. His hands grab my damp wrists, covering my hands, pressing them against the counter as he leans against me from behind, holding me in place. To my everlasting horror, I feel a shudder go through me at the muscled weight of him, the feeling of his half-hard cock grinding against my ass.
“I could cover you in it,” he murmurs in my ear. “I could get myself hard over and over, fuck you in every hole and fuckingdrenchyou in my cum, and leave you there for as long as I liked. I haveabsolutepower over you, Natalia. So if that’s what you want, all you need to do is stand right here and keep mouthing off to me, and you’ll find yourself back in my bed with my cock in the hole of my choice faster than you can sayMikhail, please come on my tits.”
His voice rises in a mocking mimicry of mine, and I feel my skin prickle. The room is filling with steam, warm and humid, and I feel myself giving in–not because I’m playing him so much as because I do desperately want a shower. I’m dirty and thirsty and aching in every single part of me, and the thought of being escorted out of this room without the opportunity to stand under the hot spray is enough to bring tears to my eyes.
He could have demanded an answer to a question for the shower. He didn’t–but he might in the future. So you should take advantage of it while you can.
“I’ll shower,” I say quickly. “Thank you for letting me.”
The last words burn like acid on my tongue and make me want to vomit. I don’t want to thank him foranything, let alone the common pleasure of showering, but his instant reaction tells me it was the right thing to do. He pulls back, releasing my hands, and steps to one side.
“Hurry up, then. Before the water gets cold.”
The relief I feel is palpable. I want to run straight into the water, but I force myself to walk normally, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how desperate I am.
