Page 46 of Tainted Empire
I nod, a mixture of apprehension and desire swirling within me. The consequences are a mystery, a blend of pleasure and pain that only Mikhail can unveil.
His fingers trail down my arm, leaving a trail of heat in their wake and sending a cascade of shivers through me.
“Good,” he whispers. As he leans in, his lips brush against the shell of my ear, and his lips curve into a predatory smile. “But that defiance … it gets my fucking cock hard.”
His lips capture mine in a searing kiss, a fusion of dominance and hunger. I respond with equal fervor, the taste of rebellion lingering on our lips.
As our lips part, I’m left breathless. My senses are heightened as he breaks off the kiss and cups my chin possessively. “Get on the fucking desk and spread your legs,” he growls.
I obey his command and get on the desk, spreading my legs as wide as they can go. Swallowing deep as I wait for him, I can hear the unmistakable sound of him loosening his belt and pulling the leather through the loops of his pants.
He gets in between my legs and smirks as he throws the tiny black disk on the desk. Then he runs a hand up my thigh, pushing my dress over my knees. His fingers brush the apex of my thigh and I gasp.
“Fucking soaked,” he purrs, running his fingers down my wet slit and pulling the cord of the vibrating egg inside of me. “How did it feel playing while this was inside you? Do you think the audience knew you were being a little slut for me, baby?”
I gasp when he pulls the device out of me, still vibrating and I peer up at him. He slips it into his mouth and groans, closing his eyes before throwing it to the floor.
“Answer me,” he says, pushing two fingers inside of me and fucking me with them. “Do you think your fans could tell you were being a fucking slut up there? Do you think they knew how close you were to showing them the face only I’m allowed to see?”
“No!” I exclaim, but then he pulls his fingers out of me and slaps my pussy. I cry out and he shoves his fingers into my mouth, stifling my noise.
“Liar,” he growls, clicking his tongue. “They could tell, Gabriette; everyone could see the desire on your face and I told you not to show them. I’m going to have such a good time punishing you, baby.”
He moves downwards, his fingers trailing towards my sex and before I can breathe, his mouth is on my pussy. I cry out at the viciousness of the way he’s lapping at my core, my body wracking as he continues his assault on my overstimulated clit.
Everytime I feel close to an orgasm, he pulls back, slaps my pussy until I’m screaming, then he continues to lave my clit with his tongue.
“Mikhail, please… Please!” I sound pathetic begging him and I don’t even know if it’s for him to stop or asking him to continue. “I’ll be good next time, please!”
I cry out at the way his tongue continuously drags through my folds; teasing my clit, biting it gently until I’m shaking and clamping his head with my thighs.
But just as I’m about to fall over that gorgeous precipice once again, he stops and sits back with a smirk.
“Get on your knees,” he orders and pulls me into the space in between his legs. I peer up at him and see no hint of emotion behind his eyes. And when I look down, he pulls out his fully erect cock, I know what he wants.
I take him in my mouth, silently doing what is expected of me, and annoyed that he didn’t let me come. Then grabs my high ponytail, wraps it around his fist and starts fucking my mouth hard. He grunts as he uses my mouth, forcing his entire thick shaft down my throat.
Even as I gag, dig my nails into his thighs, and the tears run down my face, he doesn’t stop until he groans and I can feel his cock throb down my throat.
“Swallow all of it, like a good little slut,” he says in a low voice, forcing my head down to take it all in. When his cock stops throbbing, he breathes out a sigh and pushes me away, zipping himself up.
He chuckles when he sees the look on my face and takes my hand, pulling me to my feet. “Mischa—”
“My reward, your punishment,” he simply says as he smooths my dress down. “And you’re not allowed to make yourself come tonight, either. Now, let’s go; we have a banquet to attend in your name.”
This fucking bastard.
Chapter 26
Gabriette
In the spacious walk-in closet, surrounded by an array of elegant dresses and sharp suits, Mikhail and I are busy getting ready for a Gala hosted by a contact we need to befriend. He’s adjusting his tie, his expression a mix of concentration and concern.
I’m standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself in a black gown that clings to every curve as apprehension churns inside me. Tonight is more than just a gala; it’s a step into Mikhail’s world, a world shaded in danger and draped in opulence.
He’s been both hesitant and insistent that I attend, to get a feel for the people, the atmosphere. “It’s time you see the full picture,” he’d said.
The dress is stunning, a masterpiece of fabric that makes me feel both powerful and vulnerable. I add the finishing touches to my makeup, opting for a bold, smoky eye look. The reflection staring back at me is no longer a timid woman.