Page 24 of Prince of Control (Bratva Heirs #1)

“This is how I punish my naughty wife. This is the position you will find yourself in every time you disobey me.” I riff with the dirty dom talk. “We’ll take a trip to the dungeon together. And when we leave, you’ll be sore, and I’ll be satisfied.”

I’m probably going overboard. I know her body responds to dominance, but her mind rebels against my control. I could be royally fucking this up right now.

But she whimpers and moans and her arousal drips between her legs. Goddamn , her ass and pussy look so pretty presented to me over that spanking bench.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise. My dick is harder than granite. “Now it’s time for your spanking.”

“No,” she whimpers.

“You’re getting a spanking. I just found you with another man’s hands on you, malyshka .”

I pick up the leather paddle and give her two firm slaps across the middle of her ass.

When she takes them without fuss, I continue, keeping it light and rewarding her with caresses in between.

After a dozen, I stop and admire the pink hue of her cheeks and pump the butt plug again.

As I unhook the ankle straps, I tell her, “Here’s what’s going to happen, printsessa.

You’re going to keep that plug in your gorgeous ass while you walk upstairs and wait for me in our bedroom.

” I free her wrists and help her up, sliding the hem of her dress down her thighs. “Understand?”

She doesn’t answer. She tries to pick up her panties, but I snag them first.

“I’ll keep these.” I tuck them in my pocket. “I want that pretty ass naked except for your butt plug when you walk up to our room.” I slide my hands around her shoulders and back, making sure she still feels held by me. Caressed. Cherished.

Making her go upstairs without me is a power move that she might not be ready for.

I nip her ear and make my voice dark and seductive. “Hold that plug tight between your cheeks and think about what I’m going to do to you when I get up there.”

She shifts from foot to foot, clearly getting used to the sensation of having the plug inside her ass.

“When you get upstairs, you can touch yourself if you need to.” I stroke between her legs as a demonstration. Her hands fly to my chest, and I see her pupils blown wide with lust. “When I come up, I’m going to give you a good fucking, so you’ll remember who you belong to.”

Lara

Baron squeezes my ass possessively. There’s a part of me that wants to resist all of this–a part that still wants to punish Baron for not being straight with me about why we had to get married.

About what role I’m serving as the pawn in their game.

I keep thinking if I could figure that out, I can figure my way out of this. But he’s not talking.

But that part has been drugged by his dominance. No part of me doesn’t want to be touched by him right now, in whatever way he wants to touch me. Even if that means plugging my ass and spanking me with a leather slapper. I’m beyond turned on–dripping wet and braindead.

The only part I don’t like right now is the idea of leaving Baron. Everything feels right in these moments when his attention is on me. When he’s directing me, dominating me, making me feel like I’m the center of the Universe.

But when he’s not, I’m reminded of how alone I am here. How I can’t trust anyone, and I don’t have friends. How Baron will chase away any friends I make. At least any male ones.

“I won’t be long, printsessa ,” Baron murmurs when we get to the top of the stairs and exit the closet, somehow reading my mind in that uncanny way of his.

The party is winding down. The living room is only half as full as it was before, and the music Anya’s playing has a slower, groovier feel.

“I just want to make sure they can wrap this up without me.”

“If you take too long, I’ll be asleep,” I warn.

His lips crook into a faint smile. “You won’t be.” He gives a tender kiss, and I lean into him, not wanting to separate my body from his.

He tugs the hem of my dress down like he wants to be sure no one will see my bare ass and kisses my neck. “Go up there and take off your dress. Then pick the position you want to be fucked in and keep that pussy wet, malyshka .”

I nearly orgasm right there on the dance floor at his words.

He must see it because he kisses me again. “Good girl.” He gently guides me toward the staircase where Feliks stands in front of the velvet rope cordoning off the stairs. “I’ll be up to reward you in a few minutes.” He gives my ass another squeeze, which jostles the plug and turns my knees weak.

I walk up the stairs. Every step I take jostles the plug in my ass, which feels–I’m embarrassed to say because it seems so wrong– incredible .

My natural lubricant drips between my inner thighs.

There’s a sense of fullness inside me, heightened by my smarting ass and the feel of my anus being held open by the plug.

When I get to the bedroom, I remove my dress and flats, then brush my teeth and wash my face.

I debate Baron’s directive. Pick the position you want to be fucked in.

I can’t decide. As it turns out, Baron doesn’t take long at all. He opens the door to find me standing in front of the bed.

He closes and locks the door then cocks his head to the side and arches a brow. “Having trouble picking a position?”

I nod.

He starts quickly shucking his clothes. I watch, admiring the flexing muscles of his arms. “Is that pussy nice and wet?”

My fingers slide down my belly to dip into my juices. I nod. I’m beyond wet.

“Climb onto the bed, printsessa . Let me see if you’re wet enough.”

I gingerly climb up, careful to keep my anus clamped around the plug. Baron follows me up. “Let me taste this pussy.” He pushes me onto my back and spreads my knees.

I cry out when he simultaneously pumps the plug in my ass and licks into my pussy. His tongue swirls everywhere , lapping up my juices, stroking between my folds, sucking all my lady bits.

I’m going to come. My knees clamp down around his shoulders, butt lifting from the bedcovers, inner thighs trembling.

“Come for me, malysh .” Baron thrusts two fingers inside me and strokes my inner wall. “You deserve it. You took your punishment so well.”

I shriek and orgasm, my internal muscles gripping and rolling. I’m light-headed, trembly.

Baron pulls his fingers out and rolls onto his back. “Climb on and ride my dick, love.”

I’m still dazed from coming, but I do as he instructs, straddling his waist. He grips my hips and lifts me up to lower down on his erection. It occurs to me that I haven’t sucked his dick yet, despite the number of times he’s gone down on me.

Our relationship has a one-sidedness, born of the arranged marriage and my resentment at being imprisoned by it.

Baron holds the keys to my cage. Baron also offers me great pleasure, but it comes with the flavor of his particular brand of control.

He asks very little of me in return, other than staying away from other guys, which admittedly, is a reasonable request. I can’t fault him for that, and even when I’ve pushed that line, he’s been remarkably gentle with me.

His punishments are sexual. Pleasure-based. Thrilling. They only make me want to disobey more, although, more and more, I also find myself wanting to win his approval.

Maybe wanting to give something in return.

I groan as I take his long, thick member inside.

With the butt plug also in me, it feels like there’s no room.

The sensation is heightened. He feels even bigger.

Stretches me wider. I gasp when I reach the hilt, the head of his cock deep inside me.

He holds my hips, without moving, letting me get used to his intrusion.

Then he reaches around and pumps the plug.

I gasp, instantly rocking my hips over his.

I grind my clit down on his loins, finding the place where the head of his cock rubs an inner ridge.

My breath quickens. Baron uses the plug to propel me over his cock, and I ride him faster, my hands braced on his shoulders, my long hair falling around his face.

He looks up at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Like he’s utterly fascinated by me.

My heart flip-flops in my chest. Something lets go. Everything spills open.

I realize Benjamin Baranov is nothing like what I expected.

He’s dangerous, certainly. Definitely controlling.

But he’s generous. Not just with me, but with his bratva cell.

He’s giving of his attention. His strategy.

Even his violence. It’s all for a purpose that seems to revolve around the people he considers his own.

For the first time, I’m actually honored to be included in that group. To belong to Baron. To be someone he would kill for.

I now crave hearing him call me his wife in that possessive, proud way of his.

I replay the stunned look he wore when I first came downstairs tonight. The way he claimed me during the party, announcing to everyone that I was his wife. Beaming at me when I played the game of churning their rumor mill with him.

I feel another orgasm build, and I whimper, resisting it.

Baron flips me to my back without separating our hips and plows into me, his need for control clearly taking over.

I’m glad for the change because I can’t even see straight. The room spins. My breath is coming in short, quick pants. Baron pounds into me, bracing one hand against the wall above my head and lifting one of my legs to get even deeper.

“Reach back and push that plug, malyshka ,” he orders.

I obey because I’ve come to trust that his directions result in crazy pleasure for me. My eyes roll back in my head at the dual sensations in my ass and pussy.

“Baron…Ben.”

His brown eyes crinkle, and his lips curve into a wicked smile when I say his name. “That’s it, Lara. Who owns this gorgeous body?”

I shake my head, wanting to deny it. He doesn’t own me. At least, I don’t want him to.

He chuckles, like he’s conceding defeat. “Who makes you scream when you come, printsessa ?”

“You do,” I gasp, already out of my mind with pleasure. Ready to go off again like a rocket ship.

“I own this body.” He slams into me, harder and faster.

I cry out, my pleasure tinged with fear at how rough he’s being. How forceful. How hard he’s fucking me.

“I make you come. Look at me, Lara.”

I didn’t realize my eyes were closed, but I pry them open now. I can barely focus, but Baron holds my gaze. “Come for me now.” He rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb.

I let out a cry, but can’t quite crest the peak. “You come,” I pant, breathless.

Baron groans, and I watch in fascination as his face contorts. Control slips away. A muscle jumps in his cheek as he pumps with brutal force, his rhythm turning erratic. With a shout, he shoves in deep and comes.

The moment he does, I wrap my legs around his back and hook my ankles to hold him inside me. I come with him, my internal muscles squeezing and pulsing around his cock, milking it for the last of his essence.

Baron releases a hoarse laugh and nuzzles into my neck. “Damn. That was so hot. You make me crazy, Lara.”

The pleasure of his appreciation mingles with the high from my multiple orgasms.

I hate to admit it, but I might be falling for my husband.

I’m addicted to being touched by him. Fascinated by watching him.

A knock sounds at the door, and Baron stiffens and pulls out. “Yeah?” He hurls himself off the bed and picks up the side of the bedspread to sweep it in a swift arc over my naked body.

Leo’s voice sounds from the other side. “Baron, the cops are here. They don’t have a warrant, but they’re asking for you.”