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“A dig at my age?” He arches an eyebrow.
“Not a dig. A fact,” I tease. I’m teasing Roman Romanov even though he’s promised that he’s going to hurt me. I’ve lost all sense of reality, I think.
But he does this to me. When he’s near like this, I can’t keep logic from running away.
“Hmmm.” He reaches between my breasts and with experienced fingers, unclasps my bra. The cups release my breasts, and he runs the straps over my shoulders. It’s only another second before he has my panties off and added to the pile.
He makes me stand in front of him while his eyes skim over my body, drinking me in. Thinking up ways to do what he’s promised, I’m sure. My nipples pearl beneath his heated gaze, and he reaches up to flick one. I wince silently.
“Sensitive there?” he asks, gauging my reaction.
“A little.” No sense in lying, when he can see for himself.
He moves around me to the bathtub and turns off the water. The bubbles almost reach the nozzle, but the water level is lower.
“Turn around,malyshka.” He twirls his finger in the air, and I spin until I’m facing the bathroom mirror. I catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, of his stern expression as he looks at me through the glass and the way his lips glisten slightly because he’s licked them while I had my back to him. He brings his tie in front of me and uses both hands to raise it up to my eyes.
“If you need me to stop, if you get scared, or you hurt too much, call out Romanov.” The material comes across my eyes, instantly cutting off my vision. I wouldn’t have thought his tie would be enough to plunge me into darkness, but the material must be thicker than it appeared. He ties it off behind my head.
“Do you understand,malyshka?” The tie is yanked; I think he’s double knotting it.
“Yes, Daddy. I say Romanov if I really need you to stop.”
He places a kiss to the back of my head then swiftly lifts me into his arms.
I yelp at the suddenness of the movements, and grapple to find his neck. But the next second I’m placed in the tub. I sink into the warm water, bubbles surrounding me, tickling my skin.
“Sit back, Billie,” he orders. He sounds like he’s a few feet away, not right at the tub with me. Clothing rustles and I realize he’s taking off his shirt.
I rest my back against the tub wall and fold my legs. A second later a sharp pain shoots through my nipple as he pinches it between two fingers.
I lunge forward, trying to lessen the pull and the pain.
“Good girl.” His voice alone soothes me enough to stop struggling against him. He releases me, and heat rushes through the sensitive spot. “Again.” It’s the only warning before he grasps the other nipple, pulling harder this time toward himself, making me lean forward toward him.
I clench my teeth, trying to keep my complaints to myself. It hurts like a son of a bitch, but so quickly, too quickly, it melts into a pool of heated arousal coursing through my veins, straight to my pussy.
This time when he lets go, he smacks my breast hard, mingling the two sensations until I’m not sure which is more uncomfortable.
“Put your hands at your sides,” he orders, when I reach up to protect my breasts from another slap. “Don’t do that again, or I’ll have to punish you.”
“But this is a reward, that wouldn’t be fair,” I answer.
“Disobedience gets punished every time.”
That’s not fucking fair, but I’m not really in the position to argue. I tuck my hands beneath my ass under the water.
His finger touches my lips. “Open.”
I slowly part them, and he shoves two fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, then further down my throat until I gag. When I try to pull back, he slaps my breast again with his free hand.
“No, stay still.”
I force myself not to move away from him. Trust him, he said. Take the pain, knowing he’ll kiss it all better.
His fingers push forward again, hitting the back of my throat and I fight hard against the gag. His other hand is on my breast, flicking my nipple then twisting it. I breathe through my nose as best as I can.
I whimper.
