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O livia

W hen Piotr said he would tie me to the bed, I thought he would improvise, using whatever came to hand, like his belt or something.

Instead, he’s come prepared with wide leather cuffs in a pretty shade of rose gold.

They have shiny clips for them to be attached to something.

I don’t know what he’ll fasten them to. Perhaps they clip together.

“Did you just have those lying around?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood, which has become unbearably intense.

“No, I bought these for you.”

Piotr’s tone has taken on an edge of darkness.

He was playful in the car as we headed back to the apartment after leaving my security team at the park.

Despite his driver sitting up front, Piotr lavished affection on me, peppering me with sweet kisses and twirling my hair around his finger.

His demeanor changed the minute we entered the bedroom.

He let go of my hand, which he’d been holding tightly, and ordered me to strip.

I haven’t fully obeyed the command yet. I’d only just taken off my sneakers and socks when Piotr distracted me with the cuffs he produced from a drawer in the nightstand.

“Oh, okay.”

It’s good he hasn’t used them on a dozen other women before me, I suppose, but it makes me wonder if his suggestion at the park was as spontaneous as it seemed.

I thought he just wanted to have a bit of fun, but knowing he had shackles at the ready puts a new complexion on things.

Suddenly, the idea of letting him tie me up and take the last piece of my innocence is a lot scarier.

“Didn’t I give you an instruction?” His voice is calm, but not in a reassuring way. It makes me shudder with dread.

“Uh, yes.”

“So, why are you not carrying it out?” Piotr steps closer and cups my cheek with his palm. I can’t resist leaning into his touch. “Don’t you want to show me what a good girl you are? Don’t you want to give me your obedience?”

“I didn’t vow to obey you.”

Piotr smiles tightly. “Ah, we’re back to your little rebellion at the altar. You know, I’ve wondered how you could refuse to obey me, yet promise me your love.”

“Well, love comes in different forms. I thought one day I might develop a fondness for you, like I would for a pet.”

“Hmm,” he muses. “The problem for me, Olivia, is that I don’t require your love in any form. What I require is your obedience when we’re in the bedroom.”

“Only in the bedroom?” I don’t like that he called me Olivia. He does it to keep some distance between us. When he’s pleased with me or seeking closeness, he calls me malyskha .

“And wherever else I choose to fuck you. Is that an issue?”

I consider that for a moment and decide it isn’t a problem.

Obeying when we’re in an intimate setting doesn’t bother me.

I like his dominance. Something about the way he takes charge makes me feel safe.

Perhaps it’s because I’m less experienced than he is, and I’m afraid I’m going to embarrass myself by doing the wrong thing.

“No, it’s not an issue.”

“And yet you thought you could ignore my command to remove your clothes.”

I don’t point out that I had, in fact, hurried to do as he asked before I got sidetracked.

“Is that why you’re so angry?”

Piotr shakes his head as if my question shocked him. “You think I’m angry?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No, but I am disappointed you still haven’t done as you were told.

” He blows out a breath as my bottom lip wobbles.

I crave his approval so badly I could cry.

“Olivia, I thought you understood the sort of man I am. While I might give you a lot of leeway in where you go and what you do, with your personal safety and our sex life, I require control.”

“Okay, I understand. It’s just you were so sweet to me in the car, but since we got back here you’ve been different with me, colder. I thought I’d done something wrong. You called me Olivia.”

Piotr furrows his brow. “It’s your name.”

“But you call me malyskha when you like me better.”

“I think you’re overanalyzing things, malyskha .” He emphasizes the endearment. “When we’re alone like this, you don’t need to read into everything I say or do. Just obey my instructions and trust me to take care of you.”

Maybe I am thinking about this too much.

It’s just all so new to me. I was a virgin a mere twenty-four hours ago and now we’re talking about doing anal.

Although I had some experience with a man before Piotr and I got married, it didn’t prepare me for this.

Am I ready to put myself in Piotr’s hands?

I think about it for a moment and decide I am.

“Okay, I can do that.”

“Good girl.” Piotr’s praise warms me. “Now, take off your clothes and place them neatly on the chair.”

Under his searing gaze, I pull my floral silk blouse off over my head.

I reach behind me to unhook my lacy bra and quickly slip it off.

I turn and walk across the room to set both garments down carefully on the chair in the corner of the room before going to work on my jeans.

Keeping my back to Piotr, I unfasten the button and lower my zipper.

I shimmy out of my jeans and fold them, placing them with my other clothes before taking off my panties and dropping them on the top of the pile.

“So beautiful,” Piotr says as I turn to face him. “And every inch of you belongs to me.”

The possessiveness in his voice makes my thighs clench. The thought of being owned by him, by any man, shouldn’t thrill me, but it does.

“Yes, Piotr, I’m yours.”

His eyes gleam with delight. He probably expected me to argue.

“Get on the bed, malyskha . I want you on your back.”

Brushing past Piotr, I walk to the bed and climb up onto it.

I lie down with my head on the pillow, but I can’t get comfortable.

Staring up at the ceiling, I try to calm my swirling thoughts.

Self-consciousness grips me as Piotr’s eyes trail slowly over every inch of my body. I can’t help squirming.

“Easy, malyskha ,” he murmurs, as if soothing a wild animal.

He gets up onto the bed and straddles my legs. With his knees at either side of my thighs, he’s got me trapped. Why do I like that so much?

He grabs my right arm and wraps one of the leather cuffs around my wrist, fastening so it fits snugly.

He doesn’t ask me how it feels, just runs his finger between the leather and my skin to make sure it’s not too tight.

Then he draws my arm up and to the side to secure the clip on the cuff to a brass ring on the bed.

I frown. Was that there earlier? I didn’t notice, but it must have been.

Piotr couldn’t possibly have had that installed while I was out this morning.

Oh, who am I kidding? This is Piotr Reznov. He only has to click his fingers to get whatever he wants done. If he decided to turn the guest bedroom into a sex dungeon, he’d have done it, even if this is someone else’s apartment.

“You’re overthinking again,” Piotr scolds me. “Just relax.”

I scoff at that. “There’s nothing like being told off to help a person to relax.”

Piotr’s eyes narrow. “Do you need me to thrash your ass before I claim it?”

Would that calm my raging nerves? No, I don’t think so. This is going to be strange enough for me without enduring the conflicting emotions a spanking sparks inside me, too.

“No.” I’m unable to banish the petulance from my voice. “Sorry.”

Piotr chuckles. “You could attempt to sound convincing.”

I bite back another retort as he binds my other wrist and attaches it to another hook on the headboard, so my arms are spread wide. Piotr lifts my head and steals the pillow, tossing it to the floor. Then he grabs my hips and drags me further down the bed until my arms are stretched taut.

“Sadist!” I grumble.

“Pray you never see my sadistic side,” Piotr says darkly as he gets off the bed.

His eyes fix on mine and don’t release me for even a second as he strips off his clothes to reveal his incredibly toned body. His cock is jutting out proudly. Knowing he’s so eager for me gives me a thrill, but I’m still apprehensive.

Piotr gets onto the bed, shoves my legs apart and kneels between them.

“For what I intend to do to you I don’t want your legs tied down, but if you fight me or hesitate to obey my commands again, I won’t hesitate to chain you to the bed, plug your ass, and whip you until you learn to behave.”

There’s no smart comeback for a threat like that, so I keep my mouth shut. I need to trust that Piotr won’t hurt me and show him I can follow instructions without smart-mouthing him at every turn.

I’m rewarded for my silence a moment later when Piotr lowers himself to kiss me.

It’s soft and surprisingly tender, an almost loving gesture.

He slides his tongue over mine, but there’s no battle for dominance here.

He takes a moment to tease me and then pulls back.

Staring deep into my eyes, he caresses my cheek, before moving lower.

When his lips skim over the sensitive flesh of my breast, I moan.

Despite the stretch in my arms restricting my movement, I arch upward to get closer to his warm lips.

He pushes me back down with a hand on my chest as he takes my nipple into his mouth.

With a firm pressure, he sucks until a tight peak forms. My mouth falls open on a groan as his lips move away, but he quickly lavishes attention on my other breast.

Just as I think I might come from this alone, he moves. He trails kisses down my abdomen and I wriggle restlessly.

“Patience, Olivia.”

When he gets to the apex of my thighs, he looks up at me.

“Already soaked, malyskha . Is that all for me?”

There’s no point denying it. “Yes.”

“Such a lovely gift.”

He licks slowly along my feminine seam. I pant desperately as the pressure inside me grows. Piotr’s in no hurry to give me the release I desire.

“Please,” I beg as he brings me to the edge.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Piotr shoves two fingers inside me while his lips wrap around the throbbing bud of my clitoris.

“Oh, my god!” I squeal as he adds a third finger and pushes them deep.

Never easing the insistent pressure on my clit, he fucks me with his fingers until I feel as if I’m about to explode.

My head thrashes from side to side and I buck my hips.

Fluid gushes from me and I go still, overcome with mortification.

As Piotr sits up, his lips are wet, and he’s grinning triumphantly.

“I am so sorry.” My cheeks heat as embarrassment washes over me. “I didn’t mean to.”

Piotr cocks an eyebrow. “What do you think you did, malyskha ?”

“I, uh…” Did he not notice? “I peed.”

“You squirted,” Piotr says. “And it was incredible.”

“Oh, okay.” I’m going to have to look that up later because, as incredible as it felt, I didn’t know my body would do that in the throes of passion.

Piotr, thankfully, doesn’t dwell on my moment of naivety. He reaches over me to the nightstand, his upper body hovering above me. I can’t resist stretching up and nipping his chest with my teeth. I guess I bite a little harder than I meant to, because Piotr jerks back in surprise.

“Careful, malyskha .” His warning holds no malice. “I might repay you in kind.”

“A girl can dream.”

Piotr grins as he retrieves a bottle of lube from the drawer in the nightstand. He really was prepared for this moment. Sitting back, he uncaps the bottle and pours some transparent gel into his hand. He strokes his cock firmly, coating it thoroughly.

“Put your legs on my shoulders.”

His command surprises me. I thought I’d be on all fours for this.

Piotr seems to read my mind. “I want to watch you as I claim your ass.”

He helps me to get my legs in the right position. I flinch as he smears some of the cool gel over my rear opening and pushes a finger inside. It feels okay until he adds another finger. Then my body tells me to resist.

“Be calm, Olivia ,” he says in that soothing tone he used before.

He scissors his fingers, stretching me. To my surprise, the sensation is quite pleasurable. My pussy clenches. Piotr smirks knowingly and withdraws his fingers. He positions his cock at my rear entrance, and I can’t help but tense up. His cock is larger than his fingers.

“Relax, malyskha. I’ll take it nice and slow.”

While I urged him to just get it over with when he took my virginity, I appreciate he intends to be careful now.

I’m not sure I’m ready for this, but as he pushes the tip inside me, we’re past the point of no return.

My fists clench and I blow out a harsh breath as his cock breaches the tight ring of muscles inside me.

“Good girl,” Piotr says. “You’re doing so well.”

I breathe slow and steady until he’s all the way in. He pauses for a moment, letting me get used to this strange invasion before withdrawing and thrusting back in.

“Look how your tight little ass welcomes my cock.” There’s no denying the note of victory in his voice. “Every part of you is mine now.”

As the tension drains from my shoulders, Piotr fucks me harder. His balls slap off my ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the air. I feel so stretched and yet there’s something missing.

“Piotr, I need…”

I don’t know what I’m asking for, but my husband does. “Is your poor pussy feeling neglected?”

Propping himself up on one hand, he uses the other to tease my clit. He presses his thumb down on the swollen nub as he pushes two fingers inside me. As pleasure jolts through me, he leans over and bites my breast, repaying me for the nip I gave him. I cry out as agony and ecstasy clash.

“Come for me, Olivia. Come for me as I ravage your ass.”

Fuck. Nobody has ever spoken to me that way.

Something inside me explodes. I jerk violently against Piotr as his seed spills inside me.

My pussy clamps down on his fingers and I cry out as I’m thrown into a whirlpool of sheer bliss.

I’m still shuddering as Piotr reaches up to free me from my restraints.

“You did well, sweetheart.” He eases my legs off his shoulders and clambers off the bed.

I’m about to protest about him leaving me when he bends to lift me into his arms. He carries me into the bathroom and carefully sets me down on the floor. I wince as I straighten my legs.

“Sore?” Piotr asks.

“A bit.”

He steps into the shower and turns the water on. Steam quickly fogs up the glass panels surrounding the shower. Piotr holds a hand out to me.

“Come, malyskha. Let me take care of you.”

I don’t hesitate. I take his hand and squeal as he pulls me into the warm water. As he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close, his erection pokes into my stomach. It seems my husband is ready for round two.