The Bratva's Baby (Wicked Doms 1)

How else am I supposed to explain this to him?

“No, sir.”

“I knew she was perfect,” he murmurs to himself, then he’s muttering in Russian again. His hands are gone. If this is how he’ll punish me—bringing me to the edge of pleasure and leaving me there?—I might have to obey him after all. I fear being brought to the cusp and left far worse than I fear his lash, even now that I’ve felt it.

My wrists swing free when he unfastens the restraints on my wrists. He’s hovering over me, his muscled torso at my back, as he catches my arms and rubs the wrists with his thumbs. I cringe in mortification when he brings his hand to my ass, easing the metal out. It’s such an invasion of my body I cringe. The fullness is gone, but my feminine parts, swollen and primed, pulse with need.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

To my surprise, he gathers me in his arms and turns me, so that he cradles me against his chest. “Never experienced sexual pleasure,” he says, shaking his head. “Then your first taste of pleasure will not come from my mouth. I’ll worship that sweet pussy in time,” he promises. “But not tonight.”

I don’t know what to think or do, as he carries me past the little table and chairs, to the overstuffed chair that sits in the corner of the room. I fold myself into his warmth because I’m cold now. I don’t need his comfort, I tell myself. I just need his warmth.

Though I’m stark naked, he’s fully clothed from the waist down, so when he sits in the chair and slides me onto his lap, my bare ass brushes against his pants, underscoring the dichotomy of power here. I want to hide from him but I’m laid bare.

“Lay your head back,” he orders.

Reluctantly, I obey, the back of my head nestling in the hollow of his neck. When he opens his legs, he places me between them.

“Part your knees.”

Still shivering, I obey.Chapter ElevenKazimirI keep it warm in my bedroom, since she will rarely be allowed to dress, and yet she shivers. I hold her to my chest. So soft. So sweet. So innocent and unblemished.

So perfect.

I will own everything that belongs to Sadie. Her pleasure will be no exception. Every spasm of pleasure I wring from her body will be mine and mine alone.

My dick lengthens under her punished ass when I hold her to my chest, cradled in my lap.

I introduced her tonight, a whisper and a promise of things to come. My Wartenberg wheel coaxed sensation to the surface. The small plug she wore reminded her to obey. The brief spanking reminding her what happens if she doesn’t obey. I’ll reward her with the climax she’s earned, a fitting ending to our session to show her she’s mine. To train her will.

I never dreamed I’d grant her first climax to her. Knowing her virginal body belongs to just me, I couldn’t bring myself to do what I planned to do—lay her out and eat her sweet pussy until she writhed in pleasure. It’s too intense for a first time. Instead, she’ll need the support of me behind her when she chases her pleasure.

On my command, her legs have fallen open, though she trembles at the knees. So pretty. So soft. I glide my knuckles along the tender skin between her thighs and inhale the heady scent of her arousal.

She denied liking this, but it’s no matter. She will learn to speak truth to me, but first she must accept the truth. They always deny my dominance brings them pleasure, even the most wanton of them. Sadie is the most innocent, so it only stands to reason that she denies it. Likely, the thought of being aroused by my sadistic manipulation of her body appalls her.

Up and down her creamy thighs I trace my way, putting enough pressure so I don’t tickle her, but just enough that she’ll long for more. I hold her against my chest with my left arm, my right hand teasing her. Her back arches when my hand comes close to her sweet pussy. She whimpers when I skirt it away.

“You are beautiful,” I croon in her ear. “Your eagerness pleases me.”

She’s adapted quicker than any other woman I’ve taken before, but I suspect it’s partially due to the fact that she’s smarter than the rest. A clever one, she’s likely already accepted the futility of an attempt to escape, instead observing as she plans her move.

I’m under no delusion that her acquiescence comes from real obedience. No. Sadie’s tenacious. It will take time. Time and skill to break her. Mold her. Make her mine.

“Please, Kazimir,” she whispers, tilting her head to the side, against my chest, her cheek resting against the coarse hair. “Sir, I know you can soothe this ache between my legs.”