The Bratva's Bride (Wicked Doms 2)

This girl is all mine.

I send her to clean herself up, showing disinterest as a matter of principle. The people who I summoned will be here momentarily, and I want her prepared. She nods her head and goes to the shower while I pick up my phone.

“Any word?” I ask Maksym. He’s been scouting all of Moscow for any sign of the Thieves who didn’t go to America but stayed. They’re nowhere to be found. But in my line of work, you learn to trust your instinct. My instinct says that the Thieves are behind this.

I hear the water shut off in the shower and go to see Calina. I’m sitting in a chair in my room with the door open between us when she comes out.

“Dress in here,” I tell her. “Where I can watch you.”

A brief hesitation before she nods, gathers her lips between her teeth, and walks my way again.

“Yes, sir.”

Does sex subdue my little kitten? Time will tell.

The doctor arrives and does his inspection, and to my surprise confirms that Calina has been on prescription birth control with regularity.

“Was she sexually active?” I ask him.

“A question you’ll have to ask her,” he says. “She claims it was for regularity.”

I will ask her. I want to know how soon I can fuck my little slave girl. With expedited testing, I’ll have the results soon.

“We need to talk about my expectations for you for tomorrow,” I tell her. I crook a finger at her. “Come here and sit on my knee, Calina.”

“It’s time for lunch,” I tell her, tapping out a message on my phone. “And I wish for you to come here and discuss tomorrow with me naked.”

She obediently undresses, then perches on my knee. I draw her closer to me, so that her back is flush against my chest, but she doesn’t settle.

“Food will arrive shortly, and you will allow me to feed you,” I tell her. “But first, a few questions. You were on birth control. Why? Did you have a lover?”

Merely stating the question makes my fists clench.

“No,” she says, staring at me boldly without a hint of a lie. It was for medicinal purposes.”

“Very convenient,” I say, and a shadow crosses her features. I will still wait for test results. I change the subject.

“You behaved well today, though you only had a brief visit in front of my brothers. This evening, I will take you to dinner and you will show me how well you can behave. If you behave in the presence of others, remember, you will not be punished when we return.”

I watch her nod, and I wonder what’s going on in that mind of hers.

“And… if I misbehave, you punish me.”

I nod. She knows this. Then why does she ask? I watch her reaction closely while I push her against my chest and gently, so gently, stroke the underside of her breast. I breathe in her ear. “Yes, little kitten. Punish you.”

“How, sir?” she asks, with barely contained curiosity and less trepidation than I’d wish.

“Stand, Calina,” I say, pushing her off my lap and taking her hand, tugging her to my closet. I open the closet door, displaying what I have hanging on wooden pegs for my use. I watch her eyes go wide with… something. It isn’t horror, but something more complex.

Morbid curiosity, perhaps?

“Do you know what these things are?” I ask, drawing her to me and caressing the underside of her breast once more. With my free hand, I run the back of my hand down the gleaming metal of a pair of spreader bars.

Her gaze flickers to my hand at her breast, then the bars on the wall. She shakes her head, but I’m not so sure she’s as ignorant as she lets on.

I point to a stout leather strap and a thick wooden paddle, and in the darker recesses of the closet, the small curved Sybian, a device meant to ring orgasm after orgasm out of her body. Pleasure that lingers on the edge of punishment if I wish. Metal rings and chains, as well as an array of bondage equipment.

A part of me hopes she disobeys tonight. That she gives me a reason to punish her.

I don’t need a reason, but I’m a man of my word, and I’ve promised punishment if she misbehaves.

“I don’t, sir.”

I lead her out of the closet and shut the door behind me. “Then behave yourself, and you’ll have no reason to find out.”

“I see,” she says quietly. “And what will this evening consist of?”

“You will sit by me and be fed by me,” I tell her. “You will bow your head in respect and call me sir. You talk to no one else. You make eye contact with no one else. I’m the sole focus of your attention. Am I clear?”