Chapter 18
POV Tatyana
Samuel’s right hand firmly grips the base of the whip. With precise, singular strikes, he lashes my backside. With each crack of the whip, my body arches, but this time, the sensations are different. When the leather touches my skin, a maddening pain makes me shudder. The lashes are strong, filled with anger, pain, and anguish. Samuel’s gaze is aggressive, as though punishing me might rid him of all his pain and weakness. I feel my skin tearing, but I asked for his pain, and I simply close my eyes to fully experience it.
When the strikes stop, my body collapses onto the bed. Samuel crawls over me, turns me onto my back, and positions himself between my legs. He pulls two pairs of handcuffs from the case and firmly clasps them around my wrists, keeping me lying down with my arms spread. His gaze becomes cold, intense, and dominating.
I move my wrists and realize each is secured to opposite corners of the bed. Samuel positions himself at my feet and slowly works his way upward, biting my skin with ferocity. Each bite brings a sharp pain that lingers for a few seconds until the next one. He reaches my stomach and places a soft kiss there. After that tender gesture, he continues with a central trail of kisses and bites until he reaches my breasts. Samuel tastes and savors my skin while his fingers circle my pink areolas.
"Mm, your breasts are small, they fit perfectly in my hand… delicious!" The arrogant man squeezes them hard, making me moan in pain.
His fingers pinch my nipples, gradually pressing harder to see me writhing in agony. Samuel Colt enjoys causing pain, and I enjoy feeling it. He takes two clamps from a small box and fastens them onto my hardened nipples, making me groan. A sharp discomfort washes over me, eventually fading into a dull sensitivity.
His hands wrap around my neck with a mix of anxiety and desperation as he leans his face close to mine to speak.
"I feel nothing for you. I don’t want to be with you!" His words are directed more at himself, and I can sense it.
He thrusts his majestic cock into me with force and speed, as if needing to break free. My nipples ache sharply as my breasts bounce. His eyes lock onto mine, and the anger and desire I feel weaken me. The chaotic emotions within me heighten my sensitivity, and a single tear slides slowly down my cheek.
Samuel immediately stops moving, unfastens the cuffs on my wrists, and removes the clamps from my nipples, allowing me to touch him. He buries himself in me slowly as our anguish intertwines. His body envelops mine tenderly, and his hands grip me with vigor and passion. Our skin burns as it touches. The coldness that once consumed me transforms into a blazing fire, igniting my soul gradually.
I open my legs wider, wanting to feel his cock thrusting into me with force and intensity. His hand moves to my clit, circling it frantically and intensely. Pleasure overtakes my body as a burning sensation spreads across my skin. I climax euphorically, a wild adrenaline coursing through me. Samuel gives one final thrust, his legs tense and rigid. He finishes inside me, remaining still without pulling away.
His hands cover his face as if searching for an explanation for what he’s feeling. Samuel lies beside me and pulls me to his chest, holding me tightly. A groan of pain escapes my lips as his hands press against my back.
I get out of bed with difficulty and walk to the bathroom. I turn on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me and wash the blood from my back.
Samuel Colt carries immense pain within him, and I see it reflected on my wounded skin. Even though I enjoy pain, I don’t know if I could endure it every day.
When I finish my shower, I pass through the room and head toward the door. I don’t want to say anything; I just want to process this strange, incomprehensible feeling that has taken over me.
Samuel rushes after me and grabs my arm.
"Wait, I…" He can’t say anything, only looks at me. But all I wanted was to hear the deep sound of his voice, asking me to stay.
I pull his hand away from my body and head to my room.
***
I stay lying down for about forty minutes, and with difficulty, I make my way to the closet and put on a thin, royal blue silk dress. I don’t want anything clinging to my sensitive skin. After fixing my hair, I head downstairs to the dining room. I sit at the table in silence while Luara scrutinizes me and begins speaking with irony.
"Did he hurt you badly? I hope he tore your skin off. I told you Samuel would devour your soul."
Before I can respond, Pavel enters and takes a seat, exuding impatience. His arrival seems to make the atmosphere heavy and suffocating. Samuel follows shortly after, sitting in the chair directly across from me. I don’t dare look at his face. I feel too many things; my emotions are in turmoil. Even though I avoid meeting his gaze, I can feel his eyes fixed on me. I asked to know his pain, but it’s so deep that it darkens me from within.
Pavel breaks the silence, eager to rid himself of me.
"I’ll send a message to Dr. Zima Lensky. I’ll ask if it’s already possible to determine whether you’re pregnant. By my calculations, it’s been a month. Perhaps he’ll do a blood test; it’ll make everything easier. Samuel has done his part with you. It’s expected that you’re fertile and that this child comes into the world healthy."
I only nod in agreement. I could curse him, but instead, I let my bitter thoughts dominate my mind.
The dinner is silent, and the atmosphere is as tense as it can get. Pavel Colt is intimidating and keeps his attention on me throughout the meal. As soon as he finishes eating, he heads to the office.