I bit my lip. “If this is your idea of punishment, Viktor…”

His laugh was merely a sharp bark. I felt his gaze on my near-naked body, and I shivered.

“I’m not sure who is being punished here,” he admitted.

He came up behind me, his hands rising to the tops of my breasts. I moaned as he stroked the soft skin that was pushed up, waiting for his touch. He ran his hands down the lines of the bra, squeezing both mounds firmly. He kept moving, down the skin of my belly and just above the panty line. I wiggled inadvertently, but he grasped my hips and made a low sound. Then his fingers traced around the front of me, overtop of the silk, caressing my mound. I let out a whimper, praying that he would go deeper, but he just ran his fingers lightly over me, grazing over my clit through the material.

Then his palm connected with my ass.

“Ah!”

My body tensed at the shocking pain, and even more shocking arousal. It burned through me, like a lit fuse attached to a stick of dynamite. My breath came in short bursts as he spanked me again and again. Within half a dozen swats I was close to hyperventilating in time with the rhythm of his hand.

“Had enough, printsessa?”

He stopped, his lips finding their way to the crease of my neck and shoulder. I threw my head back, allowing him to place wet, hot kisses down my neck, shoulder, and collarbone. His left hand cupped my breast, thumbing the nipple through the cup. I let out a breathy moan. His right hand dug into my thigh, leaving prints of his fingertips. I hoped it would bruise. Hoped that the mark of him doing this would remain as long possible so I could burn the image into my memory.

He rubbed his hands up and down me, turning my face towards him at one point so we could fuse our mouths together, our tongues sliding against one another’s. I felt his right hand squeeze the flesh of my ass and I involuntarily thrust my hips back against it. I heard his hiss of breath, felt the rigid length of his cock press into my cheeks.

He reached behind me, unclasping the bra. I gasped as I felt it fall away from me, leaving me exposed in the cool air of the room. My nipples were hard, aching. My breasts felt heavy and full, waiting for his touch. My panties were wet, and I wanted to be naked, ready for him. As if he’d heard my plea, he pulled my panties down past my knees to the floor, and I stepped out of them as he removed them.

When I felt his hands on my breasts, reaching from behind, I just about came right there. His hands were warm, rough, and they plied my skin firmly, leaving no question whether or not I was his in this moment. He teased and pinched my nipples until I was crying out, ready to fall over the peak without him even touching my throbbing center.

But when his hand finally snaked down, rubbing the sensitive skin with his thumb pressed against my clit, I exploded into him.

My entire body started to quiver, I let out a squeal and let go of any control I had over my body. He kept rubbing and my body kept quaking until I was tired and spent. I sagged against him, breathing heavily, unable to believe what had just happened.

I vaguely remember him cutting off the first set of cable ties, but before I could remove the blindfold, he had another pair of cable ties ready. Instead of tying me to something, he simply strapped my wrists together, a sort of plastic handcuffs that totally seemed his style. My wet pussy rubbed together as I walked, already turned on again. We moved together to a couch—a black one, if I recalled the room correctly. He sat down heavily, pulling me to him. I think he meant for me to straddle him, but instead, I dropped farther, onto the floor, my knees digging into the wood.

He groaned before I even touched him, clearly overcome by the image of me, naked and tied, kneeling below him and his rock-hard erection. I heard a clink of his belt buckle, and then felt his hips lift and the material of his black pants slide down onto the floor. I leaned forward, almost drooling with want, waiting for him to direct my mouth.

At the first touch of my mouth on him, he gasped and I knew I would never forget that sound. I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, but I went on, using the sounds of his moans and gasps to figure out what he liked best.

I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did, but the smell of him and his cologne intermingled, the feel of his velvety skin against my mouth, the taste of him…. I think it turned me on even more. I had never wanted someone so badly in my entire life.

Apparently too close to the edge, he stopped me after only a few minutes, grabbing my upper arms and lifting me easily overtop of him. We both groaned when I landed on top of him, our crotches rubbing together. I felt him stop moving and I whined.

He let out a maniacal laugh. “Don’t move, Anya. Don’t. Move.”

I stilled. Was something wrong? How could it be wrong when it felt so amazing? I would gladly take this punishment a dozen times over. Hell, I’d start a new career as a shoplifter if going out for a bag of chips brought us to this. I ground against him, seeking the heated steel of his cock against me.

His entire body was tense beneath mine, his body still.

“Viktor?”

“I can’t take you like this. You’re a virgin,” he gasped as I accidentally-on-purpose wriggled forward on him. His hands gripped my arms like vices, forcing me to stop.

My head dropped down to his, my lips feeling out his until I could press kisses and licks against his heated skin. “I don’t care.”

And I didn’t. I wanted him so badly right now that I would do anything to feel him inside of me, anything to feel him lose control completely and make him come like he’d made me.

I was ready to beg.

He groaned at my acknowledgement that I didn’t care how I was taken, as long as he made me his. “Anya, it’ll hurt. You need to take it slow. We need to be gentle.”

I thought about it for a millisecond. Dismissed it. “I’ll take a little pain if the pleasure feels like this.”

I slid up and down against him, willing him to move, to take me. His hands gripped me even tight and I was satisfied to know there would definitely be bruises. “Please, Viktor.”

He groaned and I knew that I was winning this battle. I spread my hips even wider so I was poised on top of him. I vaguely thought about the picture we presented, had someone walked in the door right then. His still had on his suit jacket and white shirt. His pants were down around his ankles, his shoes still on.

Meanwhile, I was completely naked, save for a silk tie blindfold and cable tie handcuffs. I probably looked like a hooker, seducing her client. But somehow that didn’t disgust me; it just turned me on.

My legs were spread, balancing on his splayed legs. My knees were bent, my stilettos still on and hooked over his spread knees. My naked tits were in his face and he took the opportunity to suck on one of them. I cried out, dropping my head, his lips pulling at the skin until I was hot and moist.

I felt him adjust, felt the give of his body. He slid part of the way into me, met the barrier, and pushed past it.

“Forgive me, printsessa,” he groaned.

I felt a tinge of discomfort but it gave way to intense feeling and pleasure. I’d never felt anything like this. It was beyond being close physically. He was inside me, filling me up fully. I’d never felt closer to anyone in my entire life. Then a rush of pleasure slid through my body. Oh god, he needed to move.

I wriggled above him until he groaned and began to thrust in and out of me. Every time he slid in, I felt him against my clit. It was only a few thrusts before I started to feel the pressure behind my eyelids. I was going to come again, and this time, I wanted him to come with me.

I started to kiss his face, his neck, his mouth. My attention could find no focus, so overwhelmed was I by the sensation of him inside me, around me, against me. I slid against him, dragging my breasts up and down his chest until I felt him grow strained, his throat muscles tight, his jaw locked.

“Come for me, Viktor,” I whispered into his ear. He shuddered and released into me in the next breath. I craved it, needed it. I started to quake around him, felt his whispered words in my ear, telling me that I was beautiful, that I was sexy, that I had to come for him.

I didn’t take much convincing. I let out a pained cry as the coil inside me unwound once more, and I shuddered against him.