Page 49 of The Bratva's Beast
Before I could get a deep breath in, the heavy feeling of Stepan came crashing down on me, winding me again. "Get your fat ass off of me!" I threw my arms back and twisted my body and kicked my legs to try and land a hit or throw him off.
On one swing, he caught my wrist and wrenched my arm back behind me, securing it to my back with one hand while the other grabbed my other until he had both my wrists pinned behind me.
"What are you—hey!" Something coarse but soft started to wrap and tighten around my wrists and forearms, binding them together tight and firm.
"You wanted to do this the hard way." Stepan grunted with effort as he pulled the two of us back up to our feet.
"Hey! Put me down!" I protested, flailing my legs when he threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Chuckling, Stepan tightened his arm around the back of my thighs before slapping my ass—hard—with his other hand, making me yelp from the sudden sting.
My struggling came to an abrupt halt at the feeling of his hand sliding up between the inside of my thighs. The short, lacy, black dress I wore did nothing to protect me from his searing touch as his fingers stroked along the length of my covered pussy, making me bite out a strangled moan.
The feeling of some object slipping under my soaked thong with his fingers had me jerking and squirming again for a moment before I went rigid at the feeling of something hard being pushed into my wet pussy. "Stepan! What did you—ah!" The sensation of vibrations against my sensitive walls had me shuddering and whimpering.
"You fucking asshole, take it out. You can't just shove a vibrator in me like that." I protested weakly with a shiver from the pleasureful waves washing over my body.
Smacking my ass again, he started for the door. "Says who?" Stepan's arrogant little laugh made me want to punch him. He's lucky my hands were bound, otherwise, I would!
"Says me you asshole." I groaned with another shudder from the feeling of my nipples stiffening under my dress.
The fabric of the dress shifted with each step Stepan took, rubbing against my sensitive nipples and stimulating them while the vibrator in me kept my pleasure afloat well. It wouldn't be enough to make me orgasm, but it was damn well an annoyance because it'd keep me in a constant state of arousal.
"Well, as I told you earlier in the office, I am done playing by your rules. I'm in charge now, so sucks to suck. If I want to shove a toy in your sweet cunt then I damn well will." I could hear the smirk in his smug voice as he continued to carry me out of the place to his car, where he settled me in the passenger seat.
The drive back to his place was torturous, and I swear he hit every little bump in the road on purpose because every little jarring movement jolted and shifted the toy within my tight walls. "Ah! Bastard." The latest bump caused the toy to press right into my G-spot, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout my sensitive body.
"Won't be calling me that later tonight." Stepan chuckled lowly with a widening smirk.
"Oh? I'd beg to differ." I replied defiantly, smirking cockily in my seat.
His deep, dark chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "Then have fun not coming tonight, because until I hear what I want from your pretty lips, I'm not going to give you one single orgasm, nor am I going to let you come." The conviction in his voice meant his threat was a promise.
"Only good girls get to come, and you've been nothing close to good. So, I suggest you start behaving to earn back some points before I cash in and punish you."
Chapter 27
Stepan
"Fuck, I'm fucking sorry okay? Just let me come, please."
Well, she couldn't say I didn't warn her because I gave her ample warnings.
"You can cry and beg all you want, but you're not coming." I replied casually, keeping my eyes trained on the computer monitor while my fingers continued to play with her swollen and soaked pussy.
God, it was hard not to look over at Hanna's sweet pussy, though, especially with how I laid her on my desk next to my keyboard and monitor. I hadn't intended on doing any work when we got home, but Hanna was too much of a brat not to punish. So, begrudgingly, I forced myself to do some work to prove a point to her.
So, here we were, for the past hour now, with me behind my desk and her still bound atop my desk with an addition of a spreader bar between her legs to keep her from preventing me access. I'd kept her on edge with the use of the vibrator in her and my hand, driving her right to the edge only to deny her a release.
"Maybe if you apologize correctly and sincerely then I'll take some mercy on you for now." I hoped to all that's holy she'd cave soon because my self-restraint was ice-thin, so I feared I'd break before her.
This was torture for both of us. I denied both of us our releases, but at least she got to be stimulated while my throbbing cock ached very painfully in the confines of my pants, begging to be buried inside her sweet cunt. It'd be so easy to stand up and shove myself into her after freeing myself; she's so wet that I'd slide fully into her with no resistance.
But God, I couldn't cave though, not before her. I'd have no footing with her if I did.
Taking in a slow, deep breath, I quickly shoved my middle and ring finger knuckle deep into her soft walls, making her moan loudly and arch her back. "Please, please, please, I'm sorry."
Slightly satisfied with her change in tone, I look over at her with a soft smile, "Getting closer, but not quite, malenkaya." Slowly, I let my eyes drink in her image once more.