ANDREI
I’ve been patient the past five days, but every time I kiss or touch
Vera, she freezes. It’s driving me wild since I’m clawing myself
back from taking her the way I want. Vera is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I want her to be mine. I need to make my mark on her so no other man will ever touch her.
After five days together, I’m wondering if she will ever be at ease with me. Patience is important when dealing with a virgin who has been through hell by her trainers.
Her agreement to be my submissive made me ecstatic, but she’s cold toward me. A broken beauty who can’t overcome the pain of her past.
Maybe she needs more time. She is a virgin. A woman who can’t comprehend what I want and need from her.
From my single previous experience, it takes time. Jen was the only other virgin who agreed to be my submissive. She wasn’t the woman I thought, though. When she tried to go behind my back and leave me for one of my shestyorka so publicly and it was dealt with brutally.
If she had come to me and told me the truth, I would have made it happen for her. I wasn’t in love with her. We were a good fit in the bedroom, but that is all it was.
I’ve longed for a woman I could call my own for a long time, but I’m too cold and cut off. No woman in their right mind would give their heart to me and for good reason.
It’s impossible to love a woman while remaining pakhan of such a powerful brotherhood. It’s dangerous and doesn’t fit.
The door to the dining room opening draws my attention. I can feel my heart rate speed up at the sight of her almost gliding toward me.
If I were to fall, it would be for her. “Good morning, Krasivaya,” I say, as she sets her hand on the back of the chair next to me at the same time she does every morning.
It’s strange the way she is like clockwork, always on time.
She half smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes—nothing ever does. “Good morning,” she mumbles, sitting down in her chair next to me.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask, remembering the way she sobbed the first night. Ever since, she hasn’t made a sound, to my disappointment.
I’ve yet to tell her my room adjoins hers. It’s the reason I could hear her that night, and I couldn’t sit by and do nothing. An unusual need to soothe her had me walking into her room. It has disappointed me that she hasn’t given me a reason to go in there again.
“Yes,” she says, picking up her fork and cutting into the cold meat on her plate.
My jaw clenches at the short answer, and I move my attention onto my plate. She never gives me anything in return, and it’s starting to get to me.
There’s no attempt from her side to make conversation no matter how hard I try. As I stew on it, I find my rage growing at how little she is offering me.
“Are you sure you wish to be my submissive?” I ask, unable to keep the irritation out of my voice. I take a sip of my orange juice, glancing at her over the rim.
“I am sure, sir. Why do you ask?”
I grab her hand and she tenses, pulling away. “Because every time I touch you, you flinch.”
Her jaw clenches and there’s a flash of something in her eyes. It looks like panic.
“Speak to me, Vera.”
She averts her gaze, focusing on her plate and schooling her features. “I will do anything you want.” She pauses a moment. “You only need to command me. Isn’t that how this works?”
I rub my hand across the back of my neck, trying to keep calm. “Yes, but I expect you to enjoy it.” I shake my head. “It’s not enjoyable when the woman is not into it at all.”
She nods her head, still not meeting my gaze. “I understand. It’s all very new to me,” she murmurs.
The irritation fades in an instance, remembering what she has been through over the past few months alone. God knows what terrors this woman has endured in her life. A virgin is likely to be tense when being touched by a man she doesn’t know. I stand from my chair and walk behind hers, setting my hands on her shoulders.
A visible tremble runs from the top of her head, down her spine, as I knead them. The tension is beyond anything I’ve felt before. She needs to relax.
“We will start after breakfast,” I say.
Even more tension coils through her shoulders. “Yes sir,” she says, dropping her fork. “I’m finished.”
She ate very little and her appetite has been off since the first night. I push the concern about her eating habits from my mind and let go of her shoulders. “Follow me.”
She stands from her chair and walks behind me, keeping her eyes to the ground. It seems no matter what I say, she can’t forget her training. I wonder how untouched she is, as we walk up the stairs toward my room. She wouldn’t have expected this in the morning, but I’ve got no meetings today.
I open the door to my bedroom. It’s the first time she’s been in here.
“Inside,” I command.
She does as I say, keeping her eyes fixed to the floor. My length is straining against the zipper of my pants, the anticipation of seeing her naked again makes me leak into my tight boxer briefs.
Behind closed doors, I pull my suit jacket off and undo my tie. She watches me as I unbutton my shirt and her eyes dilate the moment I chuck it off. There’s no doubt she’s attracted to me.
“Strip,” I say, moving my fingers to the buckle of my belt.
She swallows hard and then pulls her t-shirt off, revealing her full breasts to me. Her hard, peaked nipples pointing in my direction. It takes all the control I have not to rush toward her and suck on them. I groan as I take my pants off, remaining only in my boxers.
She keeps her eyes to the ground, as she undoes the button of her pants and pushes them down her wide hips. The black lacy underwear she’s wearing is sexy as hell. She stops, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Panties off too,” I say, keeping my voice commanding.
Her cheeks turn an endearing red as she hooks her fingers into the waistband. I watch as she pulls them down her hips, exposing herself to me. The sight has me moving forward. Her cunt is as beautiful as the rest of her. “Lie on my bed on your back.”
Her knees wobble as she moves toward the bed—the restraints already fitted. The thought of clapping them around her ankles and wrists, forcing her to be at my mercy is a fantasy I cannot erase from my mind since I set eyes on her. She’s lying with her arms crossed over her chest and legs clamped shut.
I move to the top corner of the bed and fix her wrists into the restraints, making sure they are tight. Her eyes widen as she tests them. The darkness inside of me growing as I move to her ankles, longing to keep her thighs parted and open.
She resists, as I drag her right ankle apart, fixing it into the leather strap. Next, I move to her left ankle and force it in too. She doesn’t fight this time.
Her whole body is flushed pink and her cheeks are bright red.
For the first time a flicker of fear ignites in her eyes, but she has nothing to fear from me. I won’t fuck her yet. Although, there’s no way she’s escaping from me. The darkness inside of me building as I take in the image of her legs spread wide by the ties at her ankles. This is what I love.
A woman being at my mercy and unable to control what will happen to her or how I’ll make her feel. My cock throbs in my tight boxer briefs. I rub my hand over it, groaning at the sight in front of me. Her pussy exposed and glistening with arousal.
She watches me with half-fear and half-fascination, as I pull my boxers off, freeing my hard length. It slaps back against I walk toward her, teasing the tips of my fingers over her soft, creamy thighs. They quiver at my touch. I kneel between her parted legs and tease a finger through her center. She’s soaked—dripping fucking wet.
My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. “Tell me, how untouched are you?” I ask, staring into her beautiful bright green eyes.
She swallows before answering, “Totally untouched, sir.”
A low growl rises in my throat. I’ll be the first man to lick her. The first man to make her orgasm. I lower my mouth to her arousal and part her lips with my tongue. She whimpers, clawing at the bedsheets as much as the restraints will allow.
I tease her for a short time, nipping and sucking at her outer lips. Once she’s quivering, I let my tongue flick over her throbbing clit. She jolts, moaning as I suck it into my mouth. Her pussy floods with even more honeyed nectar and I lick up every drop.
It is sweeter than honey. This is heaven.
I tease at her lips with two fingers, before plunging them inside of her. She’s unbelievably tight, and it doesn’t help that she’s tense. I glance at her, and she’s biting her bottom lip, watching me with a conflicted look in her eyes.
I lick her clit again, watching as her eyes dilate. It won’t be long until she gives into me and the sensations I intend to force her to endure. Her arms pull against the restraints and her legs, as I dip my fingers back inside of her.
I break through her careful guards, as a deep moan escapes her luscious lips. The dominant side of me rises, rejoicing in the fact I’ve broken through her walls. It takes all my self-control not to take her now, while she’s tied and bound for me with her thighs parted.
The need to claim her clawing at me, as I taste her. My tongue plunging inside of her, as if I am starving for this woman. I want to consume her. The hunger growing and taking control of me.
Despite her reserved ways, she lets a high-pitched moan break through the careful barrier she has erected. I let my teeth sink into the skin around her folds, making her moan even more. If there is one thing I know, it is that a small amount of pain always intensifies pleasure like nothing else can.
I let one finger slip inside of her, fingering her deeply, while still licking her throbbing clit. Her hips buck toward my face as much as they can, considering she’s tied down. I’m only using light restraints. The thought of having her on my bondage bench in my pleasure room makes me want to lose control, but baby steps are best with a virgin.
Her thighs shake as I continue to finger fuck her, slipping a second one inside of her. She moans deeply, clamping her eyes shut. I can’t explain how it makes me feel to see her submitting to me.