Bratva's Brat (Loftry University Playthings 2)

I charge at her, pinning her wrists against the hard tile before she can respond. With the spray much further away, we both remain untouched as the roar of the water fills the space.

"Is that the only thing you want to make a hard limit, Printsessa?"

Her feeble attempts to break free make me chuckle. The fluttering of her wrists against my large hands sends a jolt of arousal through me. If I'm going to teach her a lesson, it needs to be now. If I get any harder, it will make it a moot point.

"For now. I'm sure there are more disgusting things you'll do to me."

"You have no idea," I growl against her neck, closing my eyes to concentrate.

Soon, I feel the warm stream flowing out and onto her thigh. Relief flows through me as the pressure releases. I still hold onto Chelsea as I mark her as mine, grinning as I feel her thrashing about once she realizes what I'm doing. Expletives pour from her lips as I flex my pubic muscles to ensure every drop lands on her. Once done, I pull away, grabbing her soap again to wash off my body. As she starts towards the spray, I plant my hand against her sternum and push her back, making her wait until I'm finished before washing off every reprehensible drop.

She glares daggers at me but stays silent. Good. Maybe she's finally learning. Pulling back, I hand the soap to her before rinsing off and stepping out. I don't even make it to the bathroom tile before she's scrubbing away at her skin with renewed vigor.

"Just remember, Lastachka, there are much worse things I can do to you than fill you with my cum. Perhaps you should remember that next time you decide to get on your damned high horse. My cum is not beneath you. If I want to paint you daily in my fluids, you will say, 'Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.' Unless you'd rather I just keep repeating this little lesson.

The rapid shakes of her head send water droplets flying from around her face. It's a struggle to keep a stupid grin from creeping up. I guess this makes the score Grigori how many and her zero? Just how I like to keep it. Reaching into the linen closet, I pull out a towel and begin drying my body off. Chelsea is still taking her time, making sure every speck of her thigh is scrubbed clean.

"Hurry up and rinse off unless you want me to start downing some water to repeat the educational process."

Her eyes grow wide at my threat, and her fingers fly even faster over her pink skin. In all my years, I never thought I'd threaten someone with water, yet, here we are. I drop the towel down and pad out to the bedroom, cock in hand. If Chelsea thinks this lesson is over, she is far from correct. Crouching down, I grab the length of chain from under the bed, bringing all four points up to the mattress. I move them, so all are on her side, so she's not spreading out into my territory. Next are the cuffs. I rummage around the closet until I find just the right pair and latch them on. By the time I'm done, she's edging her way into the bedroom, eyes wary as she stares at me.

Not giving her a chance to think, I grab her by the throat and lead her to the bed. Her fingers grasp at mine, her breathing frantic and wheezing. I flex my fingers, checking my grip, ensuring it's not tight enough to cut off all oxygen; however, if she keeps panicking like this, she'll most likely faint. Luckily for her, the bed is a short trip from the bathroom. I fling her down onto the mattress, pinning her hands high above her and latching them with the cuffs. As her predicament dawns on her, she thrashes about, legs kicking without any premeditation, just pure instinct.

A shaft of fear slices my heart as I watch her flail about. Her self-defense classes can't come too soon. Acting like this, she'd be at someone's mercy in a heartbeat. Grabbing an errant ankle, I strap it to one side before fighting control for the other. She manages to land a glancing blow off my shoulder - not enough to stop me from grabbing her but enough to ramp up my arousal. Fear flits about in her eyes as I subdue her other limb, leaving her helpless to whatever I desire. What could possibly be going through that head of hers? Whatever she's thinking, it can't be as horrible as what I have planned.

Her breathing ratchets up as I stand over her, straddling her thighs, looming over her slight form. Damp hair sticks out at every angle, curling across her face and covering her breasts. I'll do my best to avoid that. I know how much women hate it when you mess with their hair. Gripping my cock, I stare down at her and stroke. Something about her being bound and helpless under me tightens my balls and sets my teeth on edge. I want to consume this girl. I want to suck everything out of her until her life is to serve me, her only thought pleasuring me and how I can pleasure her. I want so desperately to keep her, to tame her, to love her - but I have to let her go. She can't stay sheltered in the safety of my house forever. Eventually, she'll have to do the job she's unknowingly training for.

Staring down at her breasts, I watch them heave in fear and force all other thoughts from my brain. Right now, it's about teaching her a lesson. Giving her up to the wolves will be another thought for another night. Closing my eyes, I grip my shaft tighter, forcing my thoughts on her body and away from the hazards of loving me. Good thing it’s not actual love between us. It's easy to give lust, just like it will be easy for me to give her up. Unfortunately, it's getting more and more difficult for me to believe my own lies. If I was satisfied with just giving her up, I wouldn't have pierced her. I wouldn't have made her mine in such a fundamental, traceable way.

My eyes snap open, pinning her with my lust. Her breath catches in her throat as she stares up at me, so small, so lost. I'm done for. This little imp has turned my world upside down, and I know at this moment, I'll move heaven and earth to keep her safe. Grunting, I continue stroking my dick, my movements becoming jerky as I near completion. Her large eyes gaze up at me, a myriad of expressions running through their depths, and a cum, hard. Angling my dick downwards, I keep the spurts more on her belly than near her hair; this way, she'll have one less thing to complain about. Flexing a few more times, I milk my cock, making sure every drop lands on my intended target.

Though her face scrunches up, she has the wherewithal to keep silent and lie there. I go down to my knees, still straddling her luscious thighs, to catch my breath before rolling over onto my side. I brush her hair away from her face and gather it on top of her head. This way, not even an accident can happen. I snuggle deep into her side, breathing in her seductive scent. Her body is rigid next to me but soon softens as I breathe deep next to her. Within minutes, her breathing matches mine, and she relaxes into me. Smile on my face, I fall back to sleep.