Page 30 of Dancing With Distraction

“I did a little digging today, Victoria,” he says, the bed dipping beside me as he perches his tight arse next to me. “Want to know what I discovered?” I arch my brows, waiting for him to fill me in. This suddenly feels less sexual and more like the Spanish Inquisition. He smiles as he brushes his fingers along the swell of my breast. “It’s quite the rap sheet you own.”

He proceeds to pull a piece of paper from his pocket. “Drunk and disorderly.” He glances up, catching my eye. “We all know what you’re like after a few drinks, so that’s not a surprise.” I resist the urge to poke my tongue out like a child. “Common assault. Tut-tut, Victoria, although I have seen how aggressive you can be. Criminal damage, another thing I’ve borne witness to. Antisocial behaviour, harassment.” He takes his hand and trails it down my stomach, slowly swiping his fingers through my folds. I moan at his touch, and he removes his hand instantly. “Quite a rogue, krasota, aren’t you?” He pops his finger into his mouth, tasting me, and I growl, needing more.

“Care to explain them to me, Victoria?” He’s teasing the information out of me. This needs to be one of my boundaries.

“Fuck you,” I spit. “I told you to stay the fuck out of my personal life.”

I can’t go into this. I can’t tell him all the things I experienced growing up and why I spiralled out of control. Everyone felt sorry for my parents because I brought trouble to their door, but none of them knew. None of them ever asked me why I was the way I was.

Dmitry takes the paddle, flicking it against my already tender nipples, making me cry out. My body shudders, needing the release badly. “Now, now, my krasota. You came here, smashing up my home in your jealous rage. You broke that rule first.”

He swipes the other nipple with the paddle, making me arch off the bed. “Fuck,” I hiss, unsure whether to be furious or turned-on.

He continues reading from the page. “Victoria Harding, born to Roger and Cassandra Harding. One younger sister, Poppy, age eight years old, and one foster brother, Marcus.”

I shudder at the mention of his name, suddenly feeling nauseous that Dmitry has gone to such lengths to find out more about me. I feel so exposed and vulnerable right now. “Victoria Harding grew up in Milton Keynes and moved to London six months ago.” He twists the clamps on my nipples and gives another tug. Sparks ignite my insides, and the sensation stops my mind thinking over my past.

He leans in close and whispers, “So, tell me, Victoria, why were you such a bad, bad girl?” His gravelly voice excites my core. I shake my head, refusing to answer, and his hand glides down my body, into my thong, brushing my clit before pressing against it. I arch into his touch, hoping I’ll get the release I so desperately deserve, but he removes his hand again. I cry out in frustration, my clit throbbing with need.

“I told you, Victoria, give me the answers and that release is all yours.” I sigh as he traces his fingers on the outside of my thong, torturing me.

“I was a naughty girl. I wanted someone to pay me attention,” I rush out hastily, blushing. It’s not a lie. I wanted my parents to notice me, so I would create problems as a cry for help. Not that they ever actually paid attention to me.

He smiles at me appreciatively before ripping my thong from my body. He roughly pushes his fingers into me, and it’s enough to send me spiralling towards an orgasm. I thrash around, panting as wave after wave hits me. Dmitry lets out an animalist groan, and there’s no hiding the huge bulge of his cock straining against his trousers. Reaching into the drawer, he pulls out a condom. He shoves his trousers down his legs, and I watch through hooded eyes as he rolls the condom over his impressive shaft and it glides down with ease.

He removes the cuffs from my ankles and positions himself between my legs. He leans down and kisses me with so much force, my lips feel swollen.

Lining his cock up at my entrance, he slams into me, and I wince at the delicious pain mixed with pleasure. He looks down at me with worry etched on his face and strokes the hair away from my face. “Are you okay?” I nod because it’s all I can muster. I love seeing his sentimental side. “Words, Victoria,”

“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.

“Remember your safe word?”

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, and he slams into me again, pulling on the nipple clamps at the same time. The leather cuffs dig into my wrists, adding to the ecstasy I’m feeling right now. He lifts one leg over his shoulder and slides into me, watching our connection. He places his hands around my throat, applying pressure, and I feel myself building to another climax. Dmitry pulls the clips from my nipples, and I cry out in surprise. My orgasm rips through me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably.

Dmitry

Victoria clenches my cock as she spirals into a shuddering orgasm. It’s all I need to send me over the edge, and I growl, coming hard.

I fall beside her, staring up at the ceiling while I try to get my breath back. “Are you okay?” I eventually ask, reaching up to untie her wrists.

“More than,” she whispers, turning her head to look at me and smiling.

I stand, pulling up my trousers as I remove the condom and discard it into the bin. Then I go to the display cabinet and lift the lid. Running my hand over the Kegel balls, I select a set along with a small anal plug. I shove a ball gag into my pocket, pretty certain I’ll be needing it. I don’t know how much more she’ll take tonight, but I’m about to find out.

I drop the toys on the bed, and she eyes them suspiciously. She watches as I grab lube from the bedside cabinet and squeeze some into my hand. I take the balls first and coat them. “Open,” I instruct, tapping her knee.

“Usually, I just sleep after sex,” she quips, letting her legs fall open.

“Usually, when a submissive gives me lip, I use a ball gag to keep them quiet. Let’s not go there, Victoria.”

I press my thumb over her swollen clit, and she closes her eyes as I rub circles to relax her. Then I press the first ball at her opening, watching in satisfaction as it slips inside easily. She gasps, and her cheeks instantly pink with desire as I insert the second ball.

“Is it supposed to vibrate or something?” she asks.

I smirk. “Nope.”

She frowns. “Then I hate to break it to you, but they’re not doing an awful lot for me.”

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