"I was going to let you come with my fingers deep inside you, maybe even lick that pretty little pussy until you screamed my name. But now..." He clicked his tongue as he walked us back to the bench and took a seat. "Now you only get what I give you."
Artem pulled me down to his lap, forcing me to straddle one of his thighs as he ripped open my shirt. The buttons scattered across the floor.
His hot mouth was on my breast in a second, and a shiver of need ran through me, a gasp escaping at the contrast of his warm lips against my cold skin.
His hands moved to my hips, his fingertips digging into the fresh welts and bruises, giving an edge of pain to the pleasure that ramped it up to something sweeter.
He sucked my nipples, laving each with his tongue, driving me crazy. I needed more.
He wouldn't give me more. This was another punishment.
I rocked on his thigh, and the most delicious pleasure rolled through me.
Artem let out a low purr, and I took that as permission.
Humiliation heated my cheeks but need burned through my veins as I ground my pussy on the soft wool of his suit. Rocking forward each time to give my clit the friction it needed.
It wasn't enough. I needed more.
"Artem," I begged. "Please, I'll be good, but I need—I need…" Pressure built in my core, but it still wasn't enough. God, I should have hated this man, but instead, I was riding his thigh, begging for his cock. How did he do this to me? I didn't understand.
His hand slipped between us, and two fingers went inside my aching pussy, stretching me, filling me in the most delicious way possible. His thumb pressed on my clit as his mouth assaulted my breasts.
In seconds, I was crying his name as I came apart on his fingers, my body convulsing in waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.
The second I came down from the incredible high, I climbed off him, shame burning through me.
He had made me ride his thigh—no, that wasn't true.
I had done that on my own. I knew it, and from the look on his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement, he knew it too.
He had spanked me, humiliated me, and how did I respond? I rode his thigh like my life depended on it while begging him to fuck me.
My hand flew through the air, ready to slap the smug smile from him.
Artem caught my wrist and used it to pull me into his body.
He lifted his fingers, dripping with my juices, to my mouth and ran them over my lips, painting me with my own come.
I should have been livid, but I couldn't even breathe as I watched him.
Then he kissed me again.
This time, he tasted like power, dominance, and the sweet, tart taste of my submission.
He swept me off my feet and carried me around to the side of the bed, laying me on it gently.
The rigid outline of his hard cock strained against his pants. He needed relief, and I was ready to provide it.
"One day, you'll thank me for keeping you alive," he said before he turned his back on me and left, slamming the bedroom door behind him.
Leaving me shivering, humiliated again, and absolutely furious in the dimly lit room.
Then I heard the click of the lock...
CHAPTER14
VIKTORIA
