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CHAPTER 11

Sabrina

I’m snapped from my thoughts when I feel something tied around my ankles.

“Beautiful!” Oleksi breathes.

His voice travels to me from the end of the bed. I know he’s looking at me, fully exposed and vulnerable. I jump when his lips come down on me. He tastes me, his tongue swirling around my clit as he French kisses my pussy.

While I can’t see through the blindfold, it heightens everything. The silk is soft against my eyes, and the bindings keep me still—secure but at the same time trapped. Creating the feeling of being in danger, but deep inside, I know I’m not—it’s thrilling. Like teetering on the edge of a high cliff with the threat in front of me, knowing I can’t fall because I’m anchored to the ground.

As I reach the brink of coming, I see an explosion of color behind my eyelids, but he pulls away. And I want to cry out in agony, but I bite my lip and wait. I ache with anticipation, knowing Oleksi is still near, watching me. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s drowning with the hope that any moment now, his body will be on mine.

And then his lips come down on me again. The pressure of his mouth on my pussy shocks me and fills me at once. I gasp, feeling his tongue slip between my folds and swirl around my clit. I cry out, tugging against the bindings as he sends wave after wave of pleasure through me.

“Don’t come yet, little slut!” His voice snaps at me through the darkness. “I have not given you permission to.” His warm breath blows on my exposed clit, and his voice vibrates through my most sensitive flesh, making me writhe, my hips instinctively arching up toward him, trying to entice his lips to latch onto my pussy again.

But he moves. And my skin feels cold in the place where he was, indicating that he has stood up. His heat has vanished from my legs, from the apex of them, and I am unable to suppress the tiny wail that rips from my throat. “Noooo.”

“Are you being disrespectful, little slut?” Oleksi snaps. Once again, hearing him call me a little slut does something to me it shouldn’t—it slams through me, heightening my desire.

“N… no, I’m sorry, sir,” I stammer, trying not to squirm or push my butt into the bed to try and get some relief.

“This is a punishable offense!” Oleksi barks.

I hear him fiddling like he is rifling through something. I turn my head, trying to figure out what he’s doing, and then thwack, the soft sting of something that feels like leathery tails, lands on my right thigh. I jump and yelp more in shock than pain, as it's more a tickling sting than a painful one—a sting that goes right to my pleasure center, making me want more.

Swish—thwack! Another bite of whatever he’s wielding hits me on the other thigh, and I pull against my restraints. Sucking in my breath, I feel something soft run over my mound, tickling my clit before another two smacks land on my thighs.

“What do you say, little slut?” Oleksi asks in a deadly voice that frightens me but at the same time sends delicious shivers down my spine.

“I’m sorry, sir, for being so demanding,” I cry, my body vibrating with need and desperate for release. “What can I do to make it up to you, sir?”

“Lift your ass,” Oleksi orders, and I do it. He shoves a few pillows under it and loosens the restraints on my ankles, before bending my knees then Oleksi leaves me.

The room goes silent, and I listen but can’t hear him. My heart starts to pound. Has he left me? Is this more of my punishment? As the panic begins to rise, I feel the bed dip at the foot, and he slides between my legs. This time I can feel his warm naked skin, and the anticipation builds to boiling point—he’s finally going to fuck me. Tears spring into my eyes, and I have no idea why the thought of him fucking me is making me so emotional and…

“Oh…” I hiss as Oleksi lathers something cold and slimy over my clit—and within moments, it starts to warm.

No, not just warm it—it ignites it.

It’s a slow, pulsing burn that fans out like a sensual fire across my most sensitive nerves. The slick gel coats me in heat, amplifying every breath, every flutter of sensation, until it feels like even the air around my body is vibrating.

“Oleksi…s…sir,” I pant.

But he doesn’t answer. I hear the low hum of something switching on—followed by a soft mechanical buzz that makes my heart stutter.

It sounds like a vibrator.

He presses it against my clit, I inhale deeply, and the sensation sends a surge of pleasure up my spine. I arch off the bed, only to be yanked gently back by the restraints.

The vibration isn’t harsh—it’s a low, pulsing thrum that teases the edges of my sanity, made unbearable by the heat from the gel already stoking the fire beneath my skin.

“F-fuck—” I cry, my voice raw.

He doesn’t let up. The toy moves in slow, deliberate circles before Oleksi slides it inside me. My walls clench around it, the friction of the gel against the rubber heightening the maddening stimulation.

“Oh God, sir—please—” I can barely speak, my voice breaking into gasps. The vibration continues—relentless and steady, rolling through me as he teases my clit again with his fingers.

I’m burning and drowning and coming apart at the seams.

I’m so close. Right there—right at the fucking edge when—

He pulls the vibrator out.

“No—please!” I cry out, tears springing to my eyes. I’m panting, wrecked, shaking. “Please, sir… Don’t stop—please—” The sobs shake my throat.

But instead of giving me what I crave, he rolls the vibrator over my skin—down my inner thighs, over my belly, and across my nipples, even brushing my lips with it. Each pass leaves a trail of goosebumps and torment, the heat from the gel clinging to me like a second skin.

“Please… please, sir…” I beg, my voice cracking. “I—I’m begging you—I need it—please let me come.”

The vibrator's noise stops. I hear it land beside me on one of the bedside tables before Oleksi moves.

His weight settles over me. Warm skin meets mine. His scent—musk, spice, and something darkly male—wraps around me like silk. His cock presses against my entrance, the tip teasing and nudging. The hair at the base of him brushes my throbbing clit.

My hips jerk. My body is frantic.

“Is this what you want, little slut?” He growls, his breath brushing my cheek.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’m sorry—what was that?”

“Yes! Sir!” I cry louder. “I want this. I want you to bend me to your will. I want you to have your way with me. I want you to teach me—please, sir—teach me!”

There’s silence.

Agonizing silence.

Then his voice—dark, deep, deliberate.

“Tell me, Sabrina… Who do you belong to?”

Tears slide from beneath the blindfold and trail down my cheeks.

“You. Oleksi, sir… I belong to you.”

Oleksi

Those words.

Those fucking words.

They shatter something in me.

She belongs to me.

No hesitation. No deflection. Just pure, naked surrender.

“Good girl,” I growl and crush my mouth against hers as I slam my rock-hard cock into her, burying myself deep in her tight, slick heat.

She gasps into my mouth, her bound wrists tugging against the silk cords, and her legs clamp around me like she never wants to let go.

I start to move. Long, hard thrusts. My hips roll as I grind against Sabrina’s clit, letting my cock drag across every soaked, desperate inch inside her. The gel is warming and enhancing the pleasure for both of us, not that I need that, as just being inside her is already enough pleasure for me. Her body is trembling, crying out for the release I’ve denied her for too long.

I press my forehead to hers, my voice ragged.

“Come for me, little slut. Come all over my cock.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. As I slam a little harder into her, her body arches, her back bowing, and a strangled scream tears from her throat as her orgasm rips through her.

Her pussy clenches around me, pulling me deeper, tighter. I thrust twice more, lose control, and spill into her with a growl.

My world narrows down to the feel of her, the sound of her pleasure, and the scent of her skin mixed with sex and submission. She’s perfection—she’s mine.

As her body softens beneath me, her breath slowing as we come down from the pulsing waves of pleasure, I reach up and unhook her wrists, gently guiding her arms down. She sighs, limp and trembling in that sweet, raw way only true release can bring. I shift onto my side and pull her with me, cradling her close against my chest.

She curls into me like a satisfied, warm, pliant kitten, her breath brushing softly over my skin. Her fingers twitch against my chest before she lets out a soft, contented sigh. Within seconds, her breathing evens out—slow and steady—as she slips into sleep.

I hold her tighter.

My arm locks around her like she’s something precious I’m terrified to lose—and she is.

Everything about her has shattered my control and rewritten my rules. She is now mine, the little rebel with too much fire and too much heart.

No other submissive will do—not after this—not after Sabrina.

And I will do everything in my power to keep her—even if it means I have to burn down hell to do it.