Page 32 of Bratva’s Vow (Bratva’s Undoing #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

MAXIM

T he water beat down on my back, sharp and cold to take the edge off my lust, but I didn’t move.

I’d stayed too long.

Part of me had thought the time away from Wren would help.

Thought if I put some distance between us, it would take the edge off how badly I needed him.

After several days of having nothing but his anger, he was finally submitting to me, and the need to take everything he had to give and mark him as mine was more powerful than before our falling out.

Until Wren ran away from home, I’d underestimated how much I wanted him.

But the image of him, tied down, stretched open, lace clinging to his thighs, trembling around a plug I’d buried in him, was branded behind my eyes like fire on flesh.

I was hard the entire time.

When I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, I was still aching. Still pulsing with need. I dried myself fast, ignoring the press of my cock against the terrycloth, and left the bathroom hoping that some final scrap of discipline might have returned.

It hadn’t.

Because the moment I walked into the bedroom, the air left my lungs.

He was still where I’d left him.

Still fucking perfect.

As soon as I entered, Wren rose on his knees, back arched, his arms stretched taut toward the headboard. The silk ties dug slightly into the pink skin of his wrists where he’d tested the bonds. His forehead rested on his forearms like he’d been waiting for me the whole time.

But it was the way he held himself that undid me.

His ass was high in the air, cheeks spread enough to see the jeweled plug gleaming between them. His legs were open wide, shaking faintly from the effort of holding the pose. The panties I’d left bunched at his thighs still hung there like a delicate ribbon.

And his cock…

Soft.

Exactly as I’d commanded.

A low growl rolled from my throat.

The towel slid from my shoulders and hit the floor, forgotten.

I stalked to the bed, heart pounding, and climbed on slowly—deliberately—like a lion circling its prey. My palms skimmed up the backs of his thighs, over the round swell of his ass, tracing the curve of his body as he shivered beneath me.

“You listened,” I murmured, voice rough with approval. “God, look at you. Obedient. Spread. Waiting for me.”

He moaned softly, pressing his hips back like he couldn’t help it.

“You were so hard for me earlier.” I dragged my fingers down his inner thighs. “Leaking through your pretty lace… and now?”

I cupped his cock gently, reverently. It lay against his thigh, soft and warm, his balls pulled tight beneath. I kissed the small of his back and gave him a slow stroke, more praise than stimulation.

“Now you’re soft. Just like I asked.”

“Maxim…” he whispered, voice hoarse and trembling.

“You did so fucking well for me, solnyshko.” I lifted to kiss the back of his neck. “You waited. You obeyed. You let me see how much you belong to me. Do you know how much I appreciate that? How much I appreciate you?”

He let out a shuddered breath, half a sob, half a whimper.

I reached to the side table and picked up the metal cock cage I’d set out earlier. Cold, polished, perfectly sized. When I showed it to him, he stiffened beneath me but didn’t pull away. Didn’t speak.

I kissed his shoulder blade. “Let me protect what’s mine.”

He nodded. Submissive. Trusting. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Good.”

I slid my hand between his legs, gently raised his cock and balls, and fit the base ring snugly behind them. He hissed through his teeth, sensitive from being touched, but didn’t complain.

Then I guided his cock into the sheath, careful, slow, checking every angle. He twitched, whimpered. His whole body trembled.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his hip. “Letting me lock you up. Letting me keep you safe from yourself. From me.”

I clicked the lock into place.

He gasped.

The cage was secure. “There you go. Now you’ll keep your promise to me that you won’t come. That this”—I ran my hand down his back, palmed his ass, then pressed one finger against the base of the plug—“is all mine to use the way I see fit tonight. Isn’t that right, Wren?”

“Yes, Maxim. I’ve always been yours.”

“You kept this in for me too.” I pressed hard on the buttplug, shoving the tip in even deeper, teasing. “You’re full of good decisions tonight, aren’t you?”

He whimpered. “Please…”

I grabbed the lube again, slicked my fingers generously, and eased the plug free with slow, deliberate care. He gasped as it slipped from him, his hole clenching around the absence.

“So greedy.” I worked the tip back inside him, fucking him slowly with the plug. He trembled beneath me with each thrust.

His submission was intoxicating. It filled me with a kind of high, a rush of adrenaline I’d never get from anything else.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmured, slapping his ass hard once. “So fucking beautiful.”

I rubbed circles into his hips and tossed the plug aside. I replaced it with two slick fingers, pushing into him harder than I had with the plug. He arched his back, and something darkly possessive surged through me at his response to my touch.

“Maxim—” He was gripping the silk restraint and pulling on it, but no way was he getting loose. Not until I was thoroughly finished with him. “I can’t think.”

I continued to stretch him open with my fingers. “You don’t need to think. Just lie there and let me use this pretty little hole.”

Removing my fingers, I picked up the bottle of lube again, slicked the liquid down my dick, and guided my cock to his entrance.

I wanted to play and tease him some more.

But the second the head of my cock connected with his rim, I lost it.

Wren’s long moan accompanied me bottoming out inside him in one fluid thrust. His cheeks tightened, and he panted.

I smacked his cheeks. “Come on. Loosen up for me. That’s it. You do everything I tell you to do, my good boy. It’s fucking adorable the way you give in.”

“Yes.” He breathed out, a shudder running through his body. “Yes, Maxim. Please use me. Fuck me.”

Not just a plea. Not just desperation.

A gift.

A surrender so honest it broke me.

He was so tight.

Even with the plug having stretched him, even slicked and ready, his body still clung to me like it didn’t want to let me go. Heat wrapped around me in a vice grip, and my control snapped taut, barely holding.

Spreading his cheeks apart, I kept my eyes glued to his hole, watching the peek-a-boo dance of my cock disappearing and reappearing over and over. His body pulsed around me, tight, then loose, greedy for each thrust.

Every push, every little groan he made only fueled the need I had to lay stakes on him. To control him. To get him to accept that from this day onward, there was no him without me. No me without him.

He whimpered into the pillow, pushing back instinctively, even though I knew it burned.

Even though it was overwhelming. So I gave him some more.

Bottoming out on each thrust, hips flush against his ass, buried in him to the hilt.

Buried so deep he yelped, shying away. But I caught his hips, pulled him back into my thrust.

“Come on, be good for me. Show me how well you can take it. Yes, stay right there and arch your back into it!”

The praise whore that he was, he seemed to forget the hurt, throwing his ass back into my thrust. The more I vocalized how good he was, the more he forgot everything but wanting to please me.

Collapsing onto his back, I grind into him, shoving my face against his neck and biting down on his shoulder hard. “My good boy,” I whispered into his ear, still thrusting into him. “Taking me so well. Letting me in. Letting me have everything. All for me.”

He was panting hard now, his legs together, making him tighter. The pathetic helplessness of him being fucked senseless, bound to my bed only egged me on further.

He cried out softly, shaking, the rhythm of his breathing broken by little sobs of sensation. I pulled back almost entirely—slow, deliberate—then thrust back in with force.

His whole body rocked under me, and he gasped again, louder this time.

“That’s it,” I growled. “That’s what I want. That perfect little sound you make when I’m buried so deep you can’t think straight.”

I reset the pace. Deep and slow. Not brutal. Not yet. I wanted him to feel it. To feel every inch of me. The weight of me on top of him.

Every thrust was a promise. Every slide of my cock inside him a reminder that he was mine. That he was never allowed to leave me. To leave this.

“Please,” he sobbed. “Please, Maxim. Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping.” I bit the top of his ear. “Not until you’re so full of me you can’t remember how it felt to not be owned. Do you hear me, Wren?”

His fingers were curled into fists against the ties, knuckles white. I reached down and gripped his bound hands, interlacing my fingers with his as I drove into him harder, faster now.

The wet sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room, obscene and perfect. He let out a wrecked, helpless whine, raw and desperate.

“You love it when I fuck you like this.” I licked along the sweat-damp shell of his ear, soothing where I’d bitten him. “When I don’t hold back. When I use your body only for me.”

“Yes,” he sobbed. “Yes, please…”

“And you’re still in your cage.” I eased my hand down to the base of it, pressing hard against his balls. “Not allowed to come. Just my tight little hole to use as I want.”

He cried out again, his body shaking hard beneath me.

I pushed myself up, sliding my thighs to either side of him, so I could increase my pace. Needing more, I dragged a nail down the center of his back, delighted in the goose bumps that decorated his skin.

“You going to leave me again, Wren?”

My voice was guttural, half threat, half prayer.

He didn’t answer fast enough.

So I gripped his hips tighter, digging my fingernails into the flesh so deep they’d leave marks for days. I pulled him back into another brutal thrust, slamming my cock into him with punishing force. He cried out, arching beneath me, his wrists straining against the silk ties.

“Answer me,” I snarled, ramming into him again. “Are you going to leave me? Are you going to break my heart again?”

“No! No, never again. I swear—I won’t?—”

I bent forward, shoved my mouth against the back of his neck, and bit down hard enough to make him shake. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I won’t leave you!” he said, desperate and pleading. “I swear to god, Maxim, I swear on my life. I won’t leave again. Please, I’m yours. I’ll always be yours!”

The words hit me like a blow to the chest.

Something inside me snapped loose, hot and burning and feral. My rhythm shattered as I rutted into him, my thrusts losing any pretense of control, turning wild—desperate—as if I could fuck the vow he’d just made into his soul and brand it there forever.

He sobbed beneath me, the sound broken and beautiful, his body trembling from the strain, from the force of my need, from everything that had come before this moment.

I buried myself deep one last time and came on that vow, spilling inside him with a groan that tore itself from somewhere deep and aching.

“Oh my god! Oh fuck!” His cries became screams that drove me wild.

I kept thrusting through the orgasm, shallow and tight, chasing every last flicker of pleasure, wanting it to last forever.

His body milked me, clenching down like it knew this was sacred. Like it never wanted to let me go.

When it passed, I collapsed over him, one arm wrapped tight around his chest, with the other hand stroking down his arm where he was still bound to the headboard.

He was crying softly, the remnants of release and exhaustion catching up to him.

I leaned in and kissed his neck. Slow. Reverent.

Then his shoulder. His spine. Every place I’d bitten, marked, claimed, I kissed.

Down his back, spreading open his cheeks, where the cum puddled against his fluttering hole.

A sense of ownership swelled within me. This was mine; he was mine.

I pressed my lips against the quivering skin around his entrance where I’d emptied myself.

The tangy taste of my seed touched my tongue, mingling with the familiar heat unique to him.

Freshly fucked, his hole opened up, still bearing the impression of being filled with my cock.

His rim was soft and inviting as I delved my tongue inside, probing, tasting, savoring every inch of him.

His body tensed, a shiver running through him.

“Maxim,” Wren drawled on a sob. “Please… I can’t take it anymore.”

I took pity on him and eased back, but not before giving his hole a loving stroke with my fingers. It should be criminal to enjoy fucking anyone this much, but I was grateful it was just a vice of mine.

“You did so good for me,” I whispered, crawling back up to his body and kissing his shoulder. “You took it all. You didn’t stop me. You let me… have you.”

His chest shook under my arm, and a quiet sob escaped him. “My body is-is yours, Maxim. You can do whatever you want with it, and I won’t ever stop you.”

I closed my eyes briefly and inhaled him. “Even if you didn’t get to come?”

He sniffed. “I liked it.”

“You did?”

He nodded. “Sure, it felt like torture, but it was also intense. Plus, I love how much you enjoy fucking me.”

“My sweet boy,” I murmured again, voice thick.