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FORTY-TWO

Inessa

H e holds both of my wrists in one hand against my stomach and reaches for something behind me. My heart is pounding with excitement, seeing the long leather reins in his hands and it ignores the anger. It’s what makes me speak, trying to convince us both of something that’s not true.

“You won’t hurt me.”

I know he won’t, he hesitated, and he never hesitates.

He laughs without any humor, shattering the illusion I’ve built as he wraps the thin leather strips around my wrist.

“I’d fuck your throat until you couldn’t speak if I could bear to waste my cum.”

Tugging on my bound wrists, he pulls me forward, and this Vlad is worse than all the others.

“You have one fucking purpose. Carry my child, then get the fuck out of my life.”

My tongue isn’t capable of moving with the emotion choking me. He’s never been this fucking cruel. Towards me anyway.

He twists me so I’m facing the wall and my foot slips from the abrupt movement, but I don’t fall. He’s focused, single-minded on his goal, as he presses between my shoulder blades, and I’m bent in half. He pulls my arms out and secures them to the chain. I don’t tug. I like this side of him as long as he doesn’t use his tongue to inflict damage.

It’s too much to hope for and he doesn’t allow it to take root. He kicks my feet apart and I rest my head on my bicep so I can see him through the strands covering my face. He’s a beautiful bastard, moving with ease, shrugging out of his suit jacket and folding it over the gate. The cufflinks are removed next, he’s meticulously undressing and setting the items down without any urgency while I’m bare and bent over.

Without his shirt on I’m drooling, waiting for the peep show to continue. He doesn’t touch his belt and reaches above his head, taking down the spare reins that were looped over the beam. I know I should be afraid when he wraps them around his fist. But I’m not. My heart starts beating at a normal rhythm and he won’t hurt me. He’ll be a dick and say wild shit, but that’s his impulsivity, all of Vlad’s control is in his hands. His tongue is the only thing he allows to move freely.

Excitement has my senses heightening as he takes easy strides to stand at my side. Lifting my hair from my face with one finger, the usual tepid icy eyes are the coldest they’ve ever been, matching his voice.

“Why did you do it?”

I refuse to answer and bite my cheek. He stares at me, some of the ice thawing as he silently waits for me to say something, to give him an excuse. The thin leather swishes through the air before landing on my ass. It stings, a good sting, like having a bruise and pressing down on it.

“Answer the fucking question or I’ll be able to play tic tac toe on your ass.”

I want to laugh at his threat, but I’m not totally crazy and manage to stay silent.

Doing exactly as he said, he marks strips on each ass cheek. He pauses between each pass of the reins, hitting my skin to demand an answer.

“You’re usually allergic to silence.”

I stay still and blink up at him. There’s more force in each progressive strike.

“Inessa. Answer.”

He’s losing control and hesitates on the next strike. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Changing his tactic, he grabs my hair at my nape, pulling my head up and filling my vision.

“How long?”

A moan leaves, pushing through the guards of my teeth as he smooths a hand over my stinging ass cheek. The leather strip is still in his hand, adding to the rough sensation and I can’t lie anymore.

“Since we got back from Moscow.”

Realization has him pausing and then filling with more anger. Pulling my head further back, Vlad seals his lips over mine, feeding me his rage. My wrists are going to be sore from how much I’m twisting wanting to touch him. Using the only parts of my body I have slight control over, I push my ass back into his palm and stroke my tongue against his. It’s carnal and wild, filled with anger and disappointment.

The emotion carries into his voice, and I feel reprimanded for the first time.

“Don’t keep things from me again.”

Nodding once when I already know I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, he relaxes minutely. His hand loosens in my hair, and he traces down the curve of my ass with his leather-wrapped knuckles.

“You’re soaked, malysh.”

Nodding again so he does something, the bastard traces my lips with his thumb in a ghost of a touch.

“It’s a shame you’ve been taking them pills, or I’d be able to fuck you.”

Opening my mouth to offer anything else, I clamp it shut before anything can leave me. My head drops between my shoulders, and I hide behind my hair, not wanting him to see me weaken. He’s in tune with my body and mind. He stands behind me and pushes me forward, making my back arch and insatiable desire builds inside me, feeling his covered dick where I need him.

“You’d have my dick in this tight cunt instead of clutching at nothing.”

Goosebumps erupt down my back as he traces the curve of my spine with the tip of the reins and continues torturing me.

“You’d come so beautifully, just like all the other times, meelaya.”

I push my ass back into his groin, searching for relief. But the bastard laughs and takes half a step backward.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need,” he offers.

Shaking my head in frustration and answer, he enacts fucking me, slamming his hips against my ass so hard my body rocks. He palms my ass and pulls my cheeks apart. My face is on fire as he continues his mental torture.

“I’ll leave you here, a whore among the horses.”

He’s speaking directly to my ass. I don’t need to look behind me to know where his eyes are fixed, and I squirm, trying to stop him staring.

His huge paw swats the side of my thigh as his voice deepens with lust, chasing away my embarrassment.

“You’ll be here, chained up, waiting for me to fill you with my cum.”

Grinding harder into me, my climax builds, and I push back, meeting Vlad’s movements.

“It will drip out of your perfect pussy and race down your leg.”

His lips touch my nape as he leans over me and that deep voice rumbles through his chest into my back before it touches my ear.

“Imagine it, meelaya, you’ll be my personal whore to use. No one else’s. You want that, don’t you?”

Pushing me to the edge mentally, I scream my agreement, my head flies up, touching his shoulder from the force of the need building inside of me.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes, Vlad.”

A warm palm gently cups my throat, stopping me falling back down and the coo leaving his sinful lips is filled with awe.

“Shh, it’s okay, malysh. Moya koroleva, finally being truthful.”

I whimper as he presses his soft lips into my shoulder and wait for my breathing to come back to normal. He’s wrecking me, each little thing he does is brutal and unforgiving, but I’ve never felt safer than when this side comes out. I fold forward as he presses more of his weight into me and the sound of water hitting the metal trough fills the stable.

It hasn’t been connected to the drainage yet and runs over the top, softening the hay under our feet. There’s a reason for his messiness because he shuts off the water when he’s happy with the amount that’s run over. I miss his body heat as soon as he stands, but he keeps me in place with a hand on my nape. His belt cracks from the force it’s ripped away and I’m eager again.

Expecting the devil to push into me, soft lips move across my ass, tracing the lines he left there. His tongue comes out, doing the same, and I’m too pent up to do anything other than moan. Tears spring to my eyes from the frustration of not being able to touch him. I love his body. It’s strong and warm, the heat proves he’s human, and he always smells amazing. But all I can see is my reflection in the trough below me and hay fills my sinuses. Stars replace my face in the rippling reflection as he licks through my slit, and I look between my ankles, expecting to see him kneeling for me. Obviously the neurotic prick would find a way around getting his stars dirty.

Widening my legs when he doesn’t push into me with his tongue has a crack landing on my stinging ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat and interrupt my meal.”

I can’t take the torture. His tongue is amazing, and I’d live a very happy life without his dick, but I need him to do more than light flicks. Begging without saying please, it wraps itself around his name alone.

“Vlad? I need you, lapackha.”

I’m rewarded, and he pushes his face harder against me, cutting off his own air and groaning into me. The vibrations have my eyes rolling back and then it’s gone.

Standing abruptly on alert, he pushes my head down in warning.

“Don’t you dare make a fucking noise.”

Nodding so he knows I’ll obey for once, I have to bite my lip to stop from screaming as he slams into me. We’re in the corner of the stall and the opening doesn’t mute the sounds of footsteps approaching. Pushing my head down into the water, the hand on my nape flexes, trying to pull me out. I can’t stop my moans and the water mutes them, at least to my own ears.

I don’t have time to prepare as I’m roughly pulled out and Vlad pushes further into me, so I’m hidden in the corner. Dima’s voice travels through the space and I want to escape back in the trough.

“Why are you mucking out an empty stable?” he asks as his steps stop on the other side of the wooden wall.

Vlad is unaffected and carries on a fucking conversation like his dick isn’t inside me.

“I was looking for Inessa.”

He digs his finger into my hip, trying to get me to stop as I flex my inner muscles around his dick. The bastard won’t fucking speak to anyone while I’m wrapped around his dick.

I get all of Vlad’s attention, no one else.

Any embarrassment over being seen in this position leaves with my anger. He’s a prick and if I have to be tormented so does he. Pushing my ass back into him as I work his dick from the inside, his rough bark pierces the air, making me smile.

“Get the fuck out!”

Squeezing him harder like the order was for me, the footsteps quickly retreat and the hand on my nape moves under my hair. He threads his fingers through my hair at my scalp and I’m pushed down into the water as he thrusts into me violently. The water flows over the edge, splashing against my shoes. He pulls me back up and I try to catch my breath. My head is filled with lustful fog, making his harsh voice soften.

“You’re a fucking brat.”

I suck in a lungful of air as he presses against my scalp, pushing me back under the waterline and more water pours over the top of the trough from the force I’m held under with.

Vlad’s angry monologue is muffled, and I scream underwater as he slams back into me. The slap on my ass cheek jolts my body, but my head doesn’t move with his hand controlling me. It makes me panic, sucking in the liquid. I’m roughly pulled up into the air, choking and spluttering as my wet hair covers my face. Even in his brutality there’s care as the strands are removed. It doesn’t extend to his hips or the hold on me and my speech is stuttered with pleasure.

“I want to touch you.”

Moving my hair off my neck, he pulls me up, and the angle of his dick makes me instantly combust. Pushing against some mythical spot that’s like a detonate button for my climax, he freezes, leaning over my shaking body and the whisper is filled with reverence.

“Moya koroleva, so fucking perfect.”

Tears mix with the water dripping off my face. It’s not a climax. My soul is being altered, and the devil shows his respect for the momentous occasion by pausing.

The pause turns into a retreat, infusing panic into my desire. He still pulls out with care, and he kicks the wet softened hay towards my feet. His hold on my hair tightens as he tries to force me to my knees. I lock my legs and my voice lacks its usual strength.

“I don’t bow for any man.”

He slaps his hand off my ass and roughly turns my head to the side to face him. Pride fills his features and I’m drooling again. He only has on his trousers, his angry dick is heavy and glistening, every sin visible on his skin, and the vein is his bicep is throbbing.

A groan of frustration slips out, and he flexes, the arrogance adding to his appeal, as he darkly says, “I’m not just any man, I’m your fucking husband.”

My groan turns into a soft whimper, and I wait for it to pass to strengthen my voice.

“Who has never kneeled for me?”

My head drops as he lets go of my hair and he stops it hitting my taut arm as he grips my face, his fingers pushing into my cheeks, and leans into me, spitting out, “I would have if you didn’t lie to me.”

He moves his palm over my mouth and repositions to stand behind me.

The urge to apologize sits on my tongue and he stops it leaving, as though he’s aware of it. His hand is soft in comparison to the brutal way he enters me in one thrust. My back arches, nearly breaking, and he cuts off my air with his palm over my mouth and his fingers clamping around my nose. I think I come, I don’t know, all I know is it’s all hazy, and he presses his free hand into my lower back as he pushes deeper inside me.