Cole's POV
I stand next to the car - in front of the mansion - giving orders out to my men. Once everyone has been stationed in their areas, I get in the vehicle and speed off.
"Si?" I ask after answering the phone.
"Cole. Dove sei?" [Where are you?] Liv answers on the other end of the line.
"Prendere papà e il resto della banda. Perché?" [Getting dad and the rest of the gang. Why?]
I look behind me to check that the sea of SUV's are still following me. Satisfied, I turn the wheel and move onto the highway, all of them following in sync with me.
"Il mio personale sotto coperura mi ha detto che e successo qualcosa." [My undercover personnel told me something happened.]
My blood runs cold as all worse case scenarios play out in my head. I grip the wheel so hard my knuckles turn white. Maksim is a Russian friend of my mother and father. He's almost like an uncle to Olivia, so he agreed to help us get mia gattina back by going undercover as a Volk.
"Tell me." my voice is harsher and sterner than I intended, and I can almost picture Liv flinch at it.
She spends the next ten minutes briefing me on both incidents Cassie faced. I begin driving faster and more erratically, my men probably struggling to keep up.
Once Liv's given me all the info, I've made a thirty minute journey in 10. The door to the plane opens at the same time as my car door. My men pull up behind me as I approach the plane. My fury comes to a temporary halt as my eyes meet my mother's.
My brows furrow in confusion.
What's she doing here?
"Tu hai presteso la mia presenza, tua madre ha preteso spiegazioni, così è venuta." ["You demanded my presence, your mother demanded an explanation, so she came."]
I glare at my father, my expression questioning him as to why he didn't stop her.
"Provai." [I tried.] he shrugs.
Mumma wraps her arms around me so tightly, I question if she's trying to kill me.
"Hey Ma." I kiss her cheek as I pull away.
"We don't see each other enough, dolcezza." [sweetie.]
"I know, Ma. I know. I'm sorry. I'll do better, si?"
Her beaming smile warms my heart.
Apart from him -from Zach- my mum has always had a soft spot in my heart.
And now?
Now there's a third.
But she doesn't just have a soft spot, she has my heart - she is my heart.
It's time I re-claim it.
"What's with the summon, Cole?" I look behind my dad to see everyone clearing out of the plane, collecting their belongings and getting into vehicles.
"I told you. We're going to war." I reply simply, walking to the plane to grab my parents' stuff.
"Orsacchiotto, get our bags please." [teady bear,] Ma asks, turning to dad.
"Ma, I-"
"Zitto." [Quiet.] her head snaps in my direction as she warns me, eyes harsh yet her tone is playful.
"But I need to-" Ma leans up to whisper something in his ear and I notice his eyes widen ever so slightly.
"Fine." he huffs out after clearing his throat awkwardly.
Dad walks away, discreetly trying to adjust himself as he does so, and I cringe. Ma turns to face me, giggling, and stops when we lock eyes, almost like she forgot anyone else was here.
"I don't even wanna know." I say, shaking my head.
"Oh shush." she slaps my arm playfully.
"So..." Ma says.
She opens the back door and slides in as I take out a cigarette and light it up, taking a big puff off it.
"Who is she?"
I choke on my smoke a little, snapping my head down to look at my mother.
"Huh?" I ask, wide-eyed and dumbfounded.
How the hell?
Ma starts laughing at my reaction as I stand there, frozen on the spot.
"Oh, Cole. Una madre sa quando suo figlio ha trovato l'amore." [A mother knows when her son has found love.] she says once the laughing subsides.
"You aren't one to demand your father's presence or start war with anyone without telling us why. You're being evasive which is unlike the straight-to-the-point son I know. After Nico, you've never loved anyone." she states sadly.
"I love you, Mama. Do you think I don't?" It hurts me to think my mother doesn't think I love her.
"Of course I know that." she waves her hand dismissively.
"I meant besides family, Boo Bear." I groan at the nickname.
"Ma, I'm not five anymore." I complain, putting out my cigarette and standing in front of her.
"You'll always be my baby boy, Cole. You may be 24, but you'll always be my Boo Bear."
"Boy you and Cassie would make one hell of a tag team." I subconciously grunt out, rubbing my head in frustration.
"Who now?" Ma asks, perking up at the sound of a woman's name leaving my lips.
I've never spoken to anyone about girls or dates because no one ever interested me enough to be more than a one night stand. Every girl I slept with has been either caked in make-up, desperate for sex, or they're infatuated with me for no particular reason.
Everyone except my Cassie.
My gattina.
"Cassie. She's the reason I'm going to war. She had a rough past with the Russian's and they took her and I need her back because she's mine. The Volki took her but I need her and I love her-"
"WHAT?!" she screams with shock-filled joy.
"You're what?"
I snap my head around to see my father wide-eyed holding five bags. We all stay in silence for a few awkward moments as they absorb the new information. Eventually, I grab the bags and go to the back of my car, opening the boot and putting their things in. As the door shuts, I'm met with my father's face glaring at me.
"You're in love with a Volk?" he asks, his tone threatening.
"Watch your tone, father. No, she's not a damn Volk. As I was just telling Ma, she has a rough past with them, and they caught up to her, but don't you ever threaten mia gattina again, with your tone or otherwise. Are. We. Clear?"
"È una minaccia, Cole? Mi stai minacciando, tuo padre?" [Is that a threat, Cole? Are you threatening me, your father?] he challenges me.
"For Cassie? I'd kill anyone."
A long moment of tension surrounds us until my dad starts laughing. My brows furrow in confusion as I stare at him.
"Damn, principessa, he's got it bad." his laughter dies down as he gets in the back with Ma.
Huh?
"Well? Are you getting in? I wanna know all about this Cassie." he asks me.
"Then we come up with a plan, si?" Ma adds.
With my confusion still evident in my voice, I answer as I get in the car.
"Si."
*
3 weeks later
Cassie's POV
I hate today.
I always have, I always will.
I manage to slip out of the bed without waking Viktor up. He's been glued to my side since everything happened. A few days after, I woke up to screams and saw that Vik was no where to be seen. I couldn't go back to sleep so I started reading a book I found called Unlawful Temptations by Alexandria Lee.
I had just gotten to the part where Maya and Kat were bonding over the movie Anastasia, when a bloody Vik walked in. Turns out the screams were caused by him torturing Vladimir and the blood belonged to no other than the monster himself. About a week and a half ago, we came back to Russia, back to the mansion I'm familiar with, and back where everyone knows me as koroleva nozhey, the queen of knives. In Russia, every Volk calls me moya koroleva - my queen. It's a little infuriating, but I kinda had to get used to it.
Like I said, he's been glued to my side since, so when he went to grab me, I put a pillow in my place, which seemed to have satisfied the sleeping man.
I manage to change into my hoodie and joggers and leave the bedroom without waking him up. I shut the door ever so quietly and make it to the front door. After putting my shoes on, I grab my jacket and put it on when someone calls out to me.
"Can I come with?" I turn around to face my brother.
He's wearing a similar outfit to me, hoodie and joggers, prepared to leave the house.
Today was always our day, no matter what, just as long as we were together. I wasn't planning on changing that now.
"C'mon. Before he wakes up." I jut my head towards the door, and we both leave.
We get into the car and Sebastian insists on driving, so I sit in the passenger seat, preparing for the half an hour journey ahead of us.
*
The whole journey here was spent talking about what I'd been up to in the past six years. I barely responded and ended up putting on some music to drown out the silence.
The car comes to a halt and I get out of the car, grabbing the bouquet of white lilies we bought on the way. We walk along the cobble path, stopping when we get to where we need to.
"Hey mama." I smile sadly.
"Happy birthday."
I place the flowers down in front of the tombstone that reads,
Valentina Antonov
Loving mother and wife
Tears slowly fall from my eyes as I kneel in front of her.
"We miss you, mat'." [mother.] Sebastian says, kneeling next to me.
"Always and forever."
After a few more minutes, Sebastian stands up.
"Let's go Sandra." he says softly to me.
"Can- Can you give us a minute?"
"Sure. I'll be in the car." he turns around and walks away, back towards the car and out of earshot.
"Hey mama. I- ummm. I wanted to speak to you about this guy I met. About the guy I'm in love with." I say, fumbling with the sleeves of my hoodie.
I spend the next long while talking to my mumma about Cole Santini and how much he means to me. Girl time was the one thing mama made sure we always had, and just because she was gone, didn't mean I was going to stop having that girl time, regardless how ridiculous that sounds.
After I finished, I told her I loved her and reluctantly left. I go back to the car, but as I get closer, I can see Sebastian getting out of it with a worried look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask him.
"Someone just reported to me that you're 'missing' and I need to get you back before Boss wakes up." he rushes out.
"Well tell them to zip it. I needed to be out today, without Viktor." I shrug, getting into the passenger seat.
Sebastian hurriedly gets into the car and sets off to go back to the mansion.
"So," he trails off after a few minutes.
"What'd you two talk about?"
"We had a girl talk." I mumble out, playing with my sleeves again.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"I already did."
"Can I know?" his voice is soft and pleading.
I turn to look at him to see his saddened expression. We used to be extremely close siblings. I never used to keep anything from him, and vice versa. We used to tell each other everything.
Well...
Until...
Y'know.
"Ok." I nod my head in agreement and his face lights up.
He turns to look at me briefly - seeing that I'm being serious - and then refocusing his eyes on the road. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to tell Sebastian about the love of my life.
*
20 minutes, three 'what', and two 'oh my god' later, the car comes to a steady stop in the driveway.
"You really love him, huh?" Sebastian asks, turning off the engine.
"I really do." I smile to myself.
A moment of silence passes over us before he speaks again.
"I'm glad one of us got to know what true love feels like." he smiles sadly at me.
"Yeah... Me too." I smile, matching the one on his face.
We get out of the car just as one of the guards come rushing outside.
"Boss prosnulsya. I on zol." [Boss is awake. And he's pissed.] he breathes out.
"Oh God."
I rush into the house with Sebastian and the guard behind me. I pay no mind to them as I look for Viktor.
"Alek?!" I call out in hopes of finding him.
He emerges from the kitchen, storming towards me with a look of fury in his eyes and my eyes widen slightly in fear.
"Alek- ALEK!" I scream as I'm lifted off of the ground and over his shoulder.
"You're in so much fucking trouble." he says to me, heading up to his room.
We reach the top of the stairs and turn down the corridor, towards his room. I yelp when Vik's hand suddenly makes contact with my ass. The door is swung open as another hit is landed. He kicks the door shut and the next thing I know, I hit the bed face down.
"Stay here until I leave. I want you to strip and present for me by the time I get back. Vy ponimayete?" [Do you understand?] Viktor's stern tone leaves no room for argument.
"Da, ser." [Yes, sir.]
"Good girl." he spanks me again before disappearing somewhere in the room.
I lay on the bed, the silk beneath my skin is cold, letting me know Viktor has been out of bed for a while. I quickly get up and strip down to my black laced underwear, placing myself on the floor afterwards. My legs are bent on top of themselves, resting against the cold, wooden floor. My palms lie flat on my thighs, near my knees, and my head is bowed downwards.
As much as I hate to admit it, this is one of the only things that feel right in Russia. The only thing that feels normal.
"Good girl, malyshka. Mne priyatno znat', chto mne ne nuzhno pereuchivat' vas." [It pleases me to know that I do not need to re-teach you.]
Viktor comes to stand in front of me, his thumb and index finger taking a hold of my chin and tilting my head up to meet his eyes.
"Skazhi mne. Ty znayesh', za chto tebya nakazyvayut?" [Tell me. Do you know why you're being punished?] he raises a brow at me ever so slightly as he asks his question.
"Potomu chto-" [Because-]
I'm cut off by the warning glance thrown at me. When I was trained by Vik, he didn't like me rambling or saying unnecessary things; 'because', 'like', 'well I was...'.
I remember that one time I forgot and it did not end well for me. He took me all the way to the Solovetsky Islands for a vacation when it happened. I was punished so badly that I couldn't get out of bed for a whole day, I couldn't even sit properly for a few days. And boy was showering or even taking a bath painful as hell.
"YA ushel, ne skazav vam, ser." [I left without telling you, sir.] I respond lowly.
"Tochno." [Exactly.] his grip on my face hardens, becoming slighting painful.
"Ty ponimayesh', kak ya volnovalas', prosnuvshis' s podushkoy v rukakh vmesto tebya?" [Do you realise how worried I was, waking up with a pillow in my arms instead of you?] his eyes darken to a black, and I resist the urge to gulp in fear.
"Tol'ko chtoby uznat', chto ty ushel iz doma bez menya!" [Only to find out you left the house without me!] he grits out.
Viktor's hand slips down to grip my neck and he grabs it harshly, pulling my head up so his lips are hovering just over mine.
His eyes flick down from my eyes and land on my lips as he licks his own.
"Chto mne delat' s plokhimi devochkami, malyshka?" [What do I do to bad girls,] his voice is dark and filled with obvious lust.
"Vy nakazyvayete ikh, ser." [You punish them,] I gulp.
Viktor smirks down at me as he feels my throat move.
"Awww, malyshka. Ty sluchayno ne ispugalsya moyego nakazaniya, ne tak li?" [You wouldn't happen to be scared of my punishment, would you?] his voice is teasing as he rubs his thumb roughly over my throat.
When I don't answer, my head whips to the side as a result of his palm colliding with my cheek. The pain from the slap sends a masochistic wave of pleasure straight to my mildly throbbing core.
Viktor does not know the extent of my masochism yet, but I have a feeling that after today, he'll find out for himself.
"Otvet'te mne!" [Answer me!] he demands, squeezing my neck tightly.
"Net, ser! YA ne!" [No, sir! I'm not!] I wheeze out with what little air I have left in my lungs.
"Vverkh." [Up.] he says, releasing my head with a push, almost as though he was throwing me down to the floor.
I stand to my feet with my head still bowed down, my hands by my sides as my chest rises up and down from the anticipation. Viktor begins to circle me in slow, predatory movements. His heated gaze burns my skins as I sense him assessing me from behind. A gasp is knocked out of me when Viktor wraps a hand around me and pulls my back to his chest. He raises his hand up to gently move my hair away from my neck, laying the most delicate kisses across my skin. My eyes close from the pleasure as I relish in the unexpected tenderness.
I yelp when teeth suddenly sink into my skin, a tongue soozing the burn into a delicious sizzling sensation. The soft kisses resume, going further down towards my shoulder. Viktor's lips meet my neck again, where his tongue begins drawing patterns on my sensitive spot. Pleasure shoots down to my core and I can feel myself slowly soaking my underwear. I moan as his hand gently tilts my head back to rest on his shoulder, giving him easier access and more room to work with. He sucks slightly, making me moan a little louder, and the rough slap he lands and my ass casues me to yelp out in a painfully pleasurable whimper.
"God, malyshka. Eti zvuki budut moyey smert'yu." [Those noises will be the death of me.] he growls at me.
Out of nowhere, I am roughly pushed on the bed, using my hands to catch myself.
"Ostavaysya tam. Ne shevelis'. [Stay there. Do not move.] he says before disappearing somewhere.
Being sick and tired of getting teased, I decided to make a terrible decision - note the sarcasm - and disobey Viktor.
Well...
Kind of.
I stay on the bed and quickly dispose of the garments left on my body. Spreading my legs out on the bed, I begin to play with myself. I sigh in relief as some of the tension is released through the friction of my fingertips meeting my neglected nub. My eyes close as my fingers begin to move gradually faster until I'm on the brink of ecstasy. Just before I can fall off of that edge, my hand is ripped away. My eyes snap open and Viktor is hovering over my face, eyes dark and deadly.
"Yesli vy dumayete, chto uzhe byli v bede," [If you think you've been in trouble before,] his voice is deep and sinister, the complete opposite of what 'normal' people like, but what I love.
"Vy yeshche nichego ne videli." [You haven't seen anything yet.]
"Did you know, malyshka, I had this room - our room - sound-proofed while we were in Italy?"
Before I can even register what he said, I'm harshly flipped over so my face is in the sheets. Viktor grabs a hand full of my hair and yanks my head back. The pleasure is unbearable and I can practically feel myself dripping.
"I'm going to make the Solovetsky Islands look like child's play by the time I'm done with you." he whispers in my ear.
My eyes widen as I remember how rigorous that punishment was.
Damn Cass. You really did it this time.
"What's your safe word?" he demands of me, gripping my hair just a little tighter.
"Black." I mewl.
"Good girl, moya malen'kaya sab." [my little sub.]
I'm thrown down onto the bed, Viktor's hand forcing me to stay down by firmly securing itself on top of the bottom of my spine. There's movement behind me, which I can only assume is Vik taking off his joggers, with his hand still in place on my back. I suck in a breath when his tip begins to tease my entrance, coating him in my juices. I hear him intake a sharp breath of his own, probably due to how wet I am because of him. I can feel his tip throb against me, most likely pleased that he still has this effect on me.
"UHHHH! AHHHH!" I screech at as Viktor enters me, going at a rapid pace and not allowing me even a second to adjust slightly.
Damn.
I forgot how long and thick he was.
I fall flat on the side of my face when my only support is ripped away from underneath me and above me. Viktor lays on top of me, never slowing his deliciously ferociuos pace, and licks the shell of my ear.
"Fuck, malyshka. YA zabyl, kak ty napryazhen." [I forgot how tight you are.] he growls, making my arousal increase.
I buck against him as he hits my spot, but he forces me to stay still and take what he gives me. Tears begin to well in my eyes at the immense amount of pleasure, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the release I so desperately need. Vik sees them as they begin to fall and his pace slows. I cry out in both relief and protest.
"Malyshka what's wrong?" he asks, concern overpowering his lust.
"So. Good." I pant out, absentmindedly pushing back on him.
He slaps my ass - hard - and resumes his aggressive pace.
"YA tebya ne obizhayu?" [I'm not hurting you?]
"Net, ser. God no." I whimper.
Viktor harshly grips onto my hips, pounding into me like there's no tomorrow. His thrusts against my spot are making me feel like I need to burst open.
"Oh, oh, OH." I scream.
"Da, malyshka. Scream for me." the slap he lands on my ass almost makes me fall off of the edge.
Almost.
"SER! PLEASE, PLEASE can I cum? PLEASE?!"
No answer.
"PLEASE SIR! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE CAN I-"
"Net."
"PLEASE! I can't hold it in, sir, I can't. Please, please can I cum for you?" I plead.
I really need him to say yes.
I don't know how much longer I can last.
"Net." he says simply.
I groan out in disapproval and he continues to attack my g-spot with inhumane speed and force. I contort my body away from his assault, trying desperately not to cum.
Slap.
"Stay the fuck still."
He demands this of me, yet it is physically impossible for me to do.
"Ser, POZHALUYSTA! YA umolyayu tebya. Pozhaluysta, pozvol' mne konchit'. I don't know how much longer I can hold it." [Sir, PLEASE! I'm begging you. Please let me cum.] I cry out.
Slap.
"You wanna cum, malyshka?" he taunts me.
"Tak plokho, ser. Tak plokho." [So badly, sir. So badly.] I whimper,
Alek grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me up so my back flush against his chest.
"Cum for me, malyshka." he says as he licks the shell of my ear and squeezes my throat with the perfect amount of pressure.
I finally release, cumming so hard that I begin shaking against Alek and arching my back at the same time. My high fades out after a while and Alek begins his assault again, rigorously abusing my throbbing core. He restricts my hands behind my back and I fall forward, my torso in the air and my knees spread out on the bed.
"Ty kogda-nibud' snova zastavish' menya tak volnovat'sya?" [Will you ever make me worry like that again?] he asks, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me to look at him.
"Net, ser. Bol'she nikogda. YA obeshchayu." [Never again. I promise.] I cry out, trying desperately to keep myself up.
"There's my good girl." He releases my hair from his harsh hold.
"Moy khoroshiy" [My good]
Slap.
Moan.
"malen'kiy" [little]
Slap.
Moan.
"chertov" [fucking]
Slap.
Moan.
"sab." [sub.]
Slap.
Moan.
"Teper' konchi dlya menya, kak khoroshaya malen'kaya devochka." [Now cum for me like the good little girl you are.] he demands of me.
The pain isn't enough, so I'm still stuck on the unbearable edge, physically unable to fall off of it.
"Ser?"
"Malyshka."
"Please, hurt me."
All movement behind me stops as soon as those words leave my lips. Nothing happens for a few moments as I lay panting, so I turn my head back to look at him.
"Ser?"
Alek blinks at me in disbelief before he answers.
"Ty khochesh', chtoby ya prichinil tebe bol'?" [You want me to hurt you?] he asks me in complete and utter bewilderment.
"Da pozhaluysta, ser. Mne eto nuzhno." [Yes please, sir. I need it.] I beg of him, my body stil in suspension.
He continues to stare at me as though I've grown another head until his brain has registered my request. The colour of his already dark eyes become as harsh as his grip on my arms as he stares down at me. Alek releases me and removes himself from inside me, flipping me over so I'm now on my back facing him.
"Net, malyshka." he says, caressing my face with the most delicate touch I've ever felt from him.
He leans forward and kisses me softly, his whole demeanour changed from the blissfully amazing pain from just a few moments ago.
"YA uzhe prichinil tebe slishkom mnogo boli." [I've hurt you too much already.] he says sympathetically, his eyes showing me his sorrow.
Alek's words and look show me that he isn't talking about sex, but everything that happened before.
After a few moments, Alek kisses me, working his way down my collarbone and latching himself to my chest. He sucks on one of my nipples whilst he plays with the other, twisting and pinching it. When his teeth lightly graze my nipple, I softly moan and my eyes flutter shut. After some time, Alek switches nipples, giving them both the same treatment. He kisses his way down once satisfied with my nipples, reaching my slick core.
"Ne dvigaysya." [Don't move.] he says lowly to me, just loud enough for me to hear.
"Da ser."
And then his feast begins.
Lick, suck, moan.
Lick, suck, moan.
Lick, suck, moan.
I think you get it...
Soon enough, I become a withering mess beneath Viktor and he slaps my ass as I begin squirming uncontrollably.
"Ostavaytes' na khren vse yeshche." [Stay the fuck still.] he demands, gripping my thighs and pinning them to the bed.
Fuck.
I've never needed to cum so badly before in my life.
I know the only way I can get what I want is by angering Alek so much that the Volkov in him comes out.
"Is that all you've got?" I let a breathy laugh out.
Alek pulls away, two of his fingers replacing his tongue.
"Seychas, seychas, malyshka. O chem ty?" [Now, now, babygirl. What are you on about?] he asks, raising his body up from beneath me and leaning over me, his dominating aura making me whimper internally.
"Mozhet, ya i ne blya s nim dolgo, no, po krayney mere, Koul mog zastavit' menya konchit'. [I may not have been with him for long, but at least Cole could make me cum.]
Alek's movements freeze and the predatory look in his eyes comes into sight. All it needs is a nudge to push him off the edge.
"Skol'ko vremeni vy sobirayetes' vzyat', ser?" [How long are you going to take, sir?] I taunt.
Viktor grabs me by the throat and I lift my head up, getting in his face and poking at the wolf baring his teeth at me.
"S takimi vanil'nymi putyami u menya uydet vechnost'." [It'll take me forever at this rate with your vanilla ways.] I whisper to him, pushing the predator off of the edge.
My head is yanked back and my scalp burns slightly, the pain shooting to my core. I internally smile at myself as he growls at me, turning feral.
"Ty pozvolil drugomu cheloveku prikosnut'sya k tomu, chto MOYE?!" [You let another man put his hands on what's MINE?!] he roars at me, his grip on my hair turning more deliciously painful.
"Net." I whisper.
"YA pozvolil yemu vstavit' svoy chlen v menya tozhe." [I let him put his dick in me too.] I smirk.
Swoosh.
A slap lands across my cheek, taking me by surprise. I get flipped over and choked from behind, being pulled up to my knees.
"Ostavaytes' na khren zdes'." [Stay the fuck here.]
Alek shoves me down onto the bed, walking away and leaving me here, dripping wet. Not long after, his footsteps return and the hair at the back of my neck stand up in anticipation.
"Rasprostraneniye." [Spread.] his voice is deep, dark and demanding.
I discreetly gulp but follow his command, spreading my arms and legs to point to all four corners of the bed. I feel the cuff wrap around my left foot and get buckled, followed by it being clipped to the bed post. Once my other foot is secured, Viktor walks around the bed, standing parallel to my waist. He taps the lower part of my spine, his indication for me to raise my body. As soon as I do so, something firm is placed beneath me and Viktor lightly presses on the same part of my spine, silently telling me to lower my body back down. The object - which feels like firm pillows - has me positioned in doggystyle. The remaining cuffs are placed on my wrists and attached to the headboard.
"Seychas, kogda." [Now then.]
A whoosh sounds through the air, followed by a harsh slap and a loud moan.
This pattern repeats until I become a moaning, whimpering, dripping mess. After a total of about thirty hits in total in varying places on my body - mainly my ass - I am breathless and the riding crop is dropped to the floor with small thud. I weakly moan as two fingers are suddenly thrusted into me.
"Eto to, chego ty khochesh'? Hmm, malyshka?" [Is this what you want?]
"Net, ser. YA khochu, chtoby ty obrashchalsya so mnoy kak s gryaznoy devchonkoy." [I want you to treat me like the filthy girl I am.] I wheeze out through the little air left in my lungs.
Viktor growls at my statement and the next thing you know, I'm screaming out in the pleasurable pain I'm recieving from the cock unremorsefully ravaging my pussy. My head is forcefully yanked upwards and back, leaving my neck bare and exposed. He stares down at me for a few moments, holding eye contact whilst he pounds into me from behind.
"Ty etogo khotela, shlyukha?" [Is this what you wanted, whore?]
"Fuuuuu-uuuuck." I moan out.
A slap to my face causes me to moan louder, Viktor's hand going back to support himself on the bed.
"Kogda ya zadayu tebe vopros, ya zdhu otveta, gryaznaya shlyukha." [When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, filthy whore.]
"Da ser! Eto to, chto ya khotel!" [Yes sir! This is what I wanted!] I scream out as he hits the spot deep inside me.
"Khoroshaya devochka, malyshka." [Good girl, babygirl.] he groans.
I feel my orgasm coming up very quickly and I crave for that sweet release of ecstacy.
"Oh, oh, oh! Ser, pozhaluysta, mozhno mne konchit'? Pozhaluysta?!" [Sir, please can I cum? Please?!] I scream out the last bit as Viktor hits my over-sensitive g-spot.
"Teper', zachem mne eto delat'? Hmm?" [Now, why would I do that?] he questions me.
"Pozhaluysta ser. YA byla khoroshey devochkoy." [Please sir. I've been a good girl.] I beg of him.
We both know that that's a lie, but I really, really need to cum.
"My oba znayem, chto eto vydumka, ne tak li, malyshka?" [We both know that's a fib, now don't we?]
"Da ser." I admit what we both know already.
"I lgat' mne ne znachit byt' khoroshey devochkoy, ne tak li?" [And lying to me isn't being a good girl, now is it?] he asks tauntingly, slapping my ass harshly.
"Net ser." I moan out.
"YA umolyayu tebya, ser. Pozhaluysta, pozvol' mne konchit'. Pozhaluysta, mne eto tak nuzhno." [I'm begging you, sir. Please let me cum. I need it so badly.]
"Hmmmmm. Ty etogo ne zaasluzhivayesh'." [You don't deserve it.] he says, making me cry out.
"Ho," [But,] he says, bringing me hope.
"YA skuchal po tomu, kak tvoya zhadnaya malen'kaya kiska oshchushchayet moy chlen, kogda ty konchayesh'." [I've missed the way your greedy little cunt feels around my cock when you cum." he rasps, using my hair to pull me flush against his chest and making my arms stretch in a painfully awkward position.
"Konchi dlya menya, malyshka." [Cum for me.] Viktor grips my throat painfully tight, pushing me over the edge.
I cum hard. So hard, in fact, that my body begins convulsing. Vik's pace never slows as he fucks me through my orgasm, never letting it end. I cry out in bliss and eventually my orgasm comes to an end. Viktor leans down so his mouth is parallel to me ear.
"Vyberi sebe nakazaniye, shlyukha." [Pick your punishment, whore.] he rasps, licking and nipping at the shell of my ear.
"Odin, perevozbuzhdeniye." [One, overstimulation.] Viktor's hand trails down to my swollen clit and flicks it, making me whimper.
"Dva, otshlepay tebya, poka ty ne stanesh' cherno-sinim." [Two, spank you until you're black and blue.] he slaps my ass, hard, and I moan out.
"Tri, ty ne smozhesh' konchit' do kontsa nochi." [Three, you don't get to cum for the rest of the night.] I cry out as Vik thrusts into me harshly.
"Ili," [Or,]
He pulls on the base of my scalp aggressively and I hiss.
"Chetyre, YA svyazhu tebya i sdelayu s toboy vse, chto zakhochu." [I tie you up and do whatever I want with you.] he grips my throat, kissing my neck sweetly.
"Tvoy vybor, malyshka." [Your choice,]
I gulp - well, try to.
They all sound so blissfully painful, I'm struggling to chose.
Being overstimulated by Viktor means cumming til I pass out or use my safe word.
Getting spanked that much will probably mean more than the last time I chose that - in the Solovetsky Islands - and that was so god damn fucking painful.
There is no way on God's green Earth I would ever chose to not cum, so that's cut out that option.
And being tied up means my hands will be bound to my legs and I'll most likely be edged and teased all night, only cumming when Viktor does, and that does not sound like fun.
Overstimulated or spanked?
Overstimulated or spanked?
Overstimulated or spanked?
After a few more moments, I make a decision and voice it to Vik.
"Perevozbuzhdeniye, ser." [Overstimulation, sir.] I get out over my moans.
To be continued...
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A/N: hey guys, sorry this took so long. I've been swamped with exams but now I'm baaaaack! ♥️