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Mikhail’s eyes narrow, and he reaches for my upper arm, turning me towards the bathroom. “Don’t bother arguing,” he says as he leads me to the door. “It’s not in your best interests to piss me off this soon again.”
I let out a breath, trying to calm myself. I let him lead me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us, trying not to look at him leaning against the sink as I go to the toilet. When I’m finished, I stand up slowly and walk past him, wincing at the stiffness in my gait as I go to wash my hands.
Mikhail doesn’t move an inch. I can feel his eyes on me, trailing over my still-naked body, taking in the sight of my bruised and welted flesh. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and I feel him reach out, his fingers tracing down the curve of my waist. “I’m impressed with how well you took your punishment.”
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I snipe at him, wiping my hands dry and backing away from his touch. It was all I could do not to put my mouth under the faucet and gulp down the water, and that pisses me off. I’ve never felt so low, socontrolled, and the fact that there’s parts of it that turn me on just makes me angrier.
“It is to me,krasotka.” His eyes hold mine, a steely gaze that gives absolutely nothing away about his current mood. “Now, I hoped that since you’ve tasted some of the pain I can deal out, that you might be in a more–forthcoming frame of mind. But I can tell from the sharp edge of your tongue that that’s unlikely.” His eyes slide downwards, resting on each part of me with a languid slowness that tells me he hasn’t tired at all of seeing me. If anything, he looks hungrier than ever.
I’d wondered if he’d allowed himself the release that he’d denied me, last night after he’d gone to bed. The thick bulge in his sweatpants and the predatory gleam in his eyes tells me that he didn’t–or if he did, it did nothing to temper his hunger for me.
Which could be a good thing, if I play my cards right.
I’ve never been naked for so long before. His lingering gaze is a reminder that I haven’t had a stitch of clothing on for over a day now, and I wonder how long it takes to get used to such a thing.
I wonder when, if ever, I’ll be allowed to dress again. If I’ll die naked in this place. It feels like a strange thought to have.
“Since you won’t answer my questions–” Mikhail’s hand rubs against his thigh, tightening the fabric against his obvious erection. “Maybe I should use your mouth for something else. Something Iknowyou can do well enough to please me.”
“You mean make you lose control of your cock.” I sneer at him. “I did more thanpleaseyou yesterday. You couldn’t stop yourself, you wanted me to suck you so badly. I bet you’re so fucking hard it hurts right now, after spanking me last night.”
I take a step back, crossing my arms over my breasts. I see Mikhail’s eyes flick instantly to the small swells of flesh, my pink nipples hidden now under my arms. “I don’t want to suck your pathetic cock,” I spit out, letting my eyes flash with all of the anger simmering inside of me. “Why, so you can whimper and moan while you lose control and cum down my throat? You wouldn’t even last five minutes,” I taunt, looking pointedly down at the thick erection that I can see plainly against the front of his sweatpants. It twitches as I speak, straining forward, and I laugh. I don’t bother hiding it.
Perfect.He likes it when I fight. So the game is to do just that–while reminding him of exactly how good it feels when he gives in to wanting me, instead of hurting me. Taunting him might mean some pain, but no matter how much I might not want to admit it, that isn’t as much of a deterrent for me as it was before. I’m learning that I like pain, and roughness–up to a point. I just have to dance the line carefully enough to be sure that he doesn’t get angry enough–or fed up with me enough–to go past that point.
“You can’t keep control of your own cock,” I sneer. “I bet it wasn’t five minutes after you got in bed that you were jerking it, thinking about my wet pussy. All that talk about me keeping my fingers off my clit, but I bet you came in your fist dreaming about fucking me.”
Mikhail laughs, striding towards me. I want to step back, to flinch away from him, but I hold my ground as he reaches for my waist, pulling me in against him like a lover. His hands are gentler than before, holding me almost like a dance partner would, as if at any moment he might lift me up.
It sends a rush of confusing feeling through me again, a shiver running down my spine.I shouldn’t want him. He’s a stalker, a kidnapper, a sociopath.But something about the moment’s gentleness makes me waver, making me think all over again about how I might enjoy the games we played if he weren’t so cruel. If he cared about me as something more than just his possession.
If I didn’t have to hate him in order to feel like I could live with myself.
This game is a double-edge sword. Be careful, Natalia.
“I can make youwantto suck my cock for me,” he murmurs, his eyes flicking down to my mouth. “I can make you get down on your knees and open those pretty lips for me right now.”
He leans forward, slowly, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear like a caress. This close, his hard cock is pressed against the front of my pussy, and I feel a surge of rage with myself and him for the way I feel myself clench, still aching from last night’s denial.
“Do you want to know how?” he whispers.
I turn my head just a little, so my cheek is pressed against his, my lips almost as close to his ear, my voice syrupy sweet. “Are you going to let me bite it off?”
Mikhail jerks back, laughing, his eyes dark and hot with lust. I stare at him, because it sounds almost like areallaugh, not a mocking or sarcastic or taunting one. “No,sladkiy,” he murmurs. “But if you go down on your knees right now, suck my cock like a good girl until I come and swallow every drop, you can have a glass of ice-cold water. No answers needed.”
My throat cramps at the thought, my mouth contracting.Fuck you,I seethe inwardly, because he’s right. At this particular moment, I’d do more than that for a glass of water with no strings attached. But at the same time, I don’t trust him.
It could be a trick. A way to get me to give in, only to withhold it as another punishment.
“Water first,” I tell him evenly. “And then I’ll do it.”
Mikhail smirks. “Now you think you are in a position to negotiate,kotenok? I don’t think so. Down on your knees,malen’kiy, before I change my mind.”
I shrug, backing up a step as I cross my arms over my chest. “Water first, or you’ll have to force me. But I don’t think that’s what you want.” I smile sweetly at him. “I think you want me to do it willingly. I think you want me to do it like I want your cock as much as I want that fucking glass of water. And forthat–” I give him a pointed look. “You give me the water first.”
I can see Mikhail visibly grinding his teeth together. “You really think you have any power here?” he grinds out. “You think you can call any of the shots? I should whip you all over again, for daring to speak to me like that.”
“You can.” I’m still smiling at him, and it’s almost genuine, because I can see that he’s at a loss–or otherwise he would have already forced me to my knees. He wants me to do it of my own free will. He wants to believe I want it. It won’t be as good for him otherwise, which is the only reason I’m still standing. “But if you lay a hand on me, or do anything other than take me downstairs and give me that glass of water first, I’ll make sure you know just how little I actually want to put your pathetic cock in my mouth.”
