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“Tell me you want this, Vasilisa.” His voice is a harsh growl now. “Tell me…” he orders, his eyes looking into mine as though he's lost in a sordid sex haze.
“Oh God!” I groan, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. “Oh my God!” I buck wildly against the desk as it overtakes me. My world goes black as he slams into me one last time before I come around his cock.
He smiles victoriously, slamming his hips hard against mine as he grunts in ecstasy, thrusting then unloading his cum inside me. “Next time you come on my dick, it will be my name that comes out of your mouth—not God. From this point on, I will be the only man who will ever give you orgasms. Well, if I ever decide to give you the privilege again. That fuck was to prove a point.”
“What point? You're an asshole,” I say once he lets me up. His cock is still semi-hard and covered with blood ... my blood.
“I don't wish to fuck you either, sweetheart. That was adisciplinary fuckto show you who's in charge. Don't ever speak to what we're not going to do. I own you, and I can do with you what I please. The sooner you learn that, the better. Now clean yourself up. You're bleeding all over my floor.” He picks up the used tampon from his desk and hands it over to me.
“I'm not putting that back in.”
“I don't care what the fuck you do with it. Just take it with you.” He looks toward the door. “Samuel, see that Vasilisa here gets to her room promptly and clean whatever trail of blood she tracks through the house.”
Where the fuck did the butler come from and did he just watch this entire time? His lurker game is unmatched.
“Will do, sir,” Samuel replies.
“You're dismissed,” Kai says, turning to me.
I storm pass both him and Samuel. I don't wait for the escort. I head to my room and slam the door. I start the shower immediately. This has to be the most debased thing I've ever been a part of. His actions are twisted and sick.
I angrily strip off the remainder of my clothes before dropping them on the bathroom floor. I’m starting to fill the effects of the tequila. I’ve never felt so helpless and out of control in my entire life, yet I came so hard for him. Maybe I'm just as sick as he is. Maybe the tequila induced temporary insanity. What other reason he had to insist that I drink it. If the purpose was to get me drunk to fuck, he missed that mark by a few minutes. I’m slowly sliding to drunkville, but I was completely lucid for thedisciplinary fuck. I step into the shower, leaving a disgusting trail of his cum mixed with my blood dripping down my legs.
“Fuck you, Kai ...” I whisper under my breath as the hot water begins to soothe my nerves. “I won't give you a chance to do that again.” Even as the ambitious promise leaves my lips, my body isn't so sure. My pussy harbors a delicious ache as his girth is etched into my memory.
After a long hot shower to cleanse my shame, I get dressed into a clean pair of black yoga pants and matching crop tank top before I lie down on the bed. I'm thoroughly drained and emotionally spent. This entire arrangement is going to be very challenging. I've not been ready for the mental gymnastics I've endured thus far. How do you even fight against crazy? I welcome the sleep that gives me a reprieve. I was better off in isolation.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Vasilisa
Isense him before I see him. Even in the blanket darkness of the room, I can feel his presence hovering above me. “Time to get up,” he announces, yanking the cover from my body.
“What the hell?” I grumble, trying to pull the cover back over me. My head throbs at the sudden movement.
“Hell is right, milseán. Now get up,” he says, dragging me from the bed. He hands me a pair of sneakers. “And put these on. You have five minutes to pee and whatever else you need to do for that bleeding problem you have. Meet me at the front door. Don't make me come back up to get you. I will punish you for every minute you're late.”
I'm still wearing the crop top and yoga pants I went to bed in. The sun hasn't even risen yet, and he's already unleashed the crazy. Where are we going at the ass crack of dawn?Ugh. I quickly pee and change my tampon. The flow is notably lighter now. I'm not wearing a watch, but I assume I made his ridiculous time restraint. As stated, he waits for me in the foyer by the front entrance.
“Where are we going?” I ask, holding my head as if the counter pressure will relieve the throbbing.
“Keep up,” he says, taking off in a jog, but I just stand there.
Is he kidding me with this shit? I can barely tolerate standing right now, let alone running. He circles back around to me. “Get your ass moving now! I just added another mile to our run. This punishment is easy compared to what I will do if I have to repeat myself.”
“I fucking hate you,” I spit.
“Already noted. You've only said it a dozen times. Find a new comeback. Now let's fucking go.”
I grit my teeth and stomp behind him before transitioning into a slow jog. He said he was adding a mile to our run. I pray it's not much more than that. Suddenly, I'm riddled with an epiphany. This was the purpose of the tequila yesterday. He wanted me hungover for this evil plan of torture.Fucking asshole. I can't let him succeed. I will run until my legs give out. Although I feel like I'm going to die, my legs refuse to stop pumping even though my body hates me for doing so. As much as I despise this run, my hate for him is stronger and propels me forward.
Eventually, the numbing throb in my head subsides and the rhythm of my feet becomes a natural cadence of determination all on its own. That is, until Kai relents and slows his pace. Sweat covers every inch of my body as I try to catch my breath. Then the inevitable happens. I begin to puke on the side of the road. Dry heaves aren't far behind. In the early morning sun, it’s scorching out and too early for this bullshit. He's punishing me with the run.
“Okay, shake it off. We're almost there,” he says, stopping on top of a hill. He sets his hands on his hips and closes his eyes, breathing deeply while all I can do is flop over onto my back upon entering his radius and lie on the dewy grass next to the road, taking in big gulps of sweet oxygen to fill my lungs and try to regain control over my heavy breathing and heartbeat that are beyond erratic from exhaustion.
“That was only three miles. Thirty-eight minutes to complete is absurd, so get up before I add another mile.”
I spring from the grass. “There is no way I have another mile in me,” I plead.
