Page 56 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
It’s more than I can take. All coherent thoughts vanish beneath a wave of ecstasy so potent that I know with a horrifying certainty that no one else could ever give me this. It’s the insanity brought on by the toy talking. Inspiring this crazed understanding that no one else will ever feel this good. I would never let anyone else reduce me to this.
I praise him wordlessly, driven by an instinct I can’t name to stave off the next release I feel building. Not until I sense him stiffen, his cock pulsating inside of me, his voice a throaty rasp.
“You will come with me,” he commands as if reading my mind, connected to me in every way. “Come for me, beauty.”
And I do so screaming.
His release floods me like an antidote to a pain I didn’t even realize had been festering inside me. I surrender to him, letting him fuck out the rest of his release until we both collapse in a boneless mass. His arms encircle me, dragging me against his chest so that my head rests against his shoulder as I gasp to catch my breath.
It’s a slow, surreal descent from cloud nine. I can’t stop shaking as my body registers normal sensations again. The coolness of the room. The heat of him. The fact that the sunlight streaming in through the windows betrays that it’s either late in the morning or early in the afternoon.
So much for him returning tonight. A cocky smile quirks my lips—I wasn’t the only one in agony, it seems.
“Are you alright?” Real concern edges his tone as he strokes my arm, sensing every quaking twitch of my muscles. He sounds so hesitating, truly worried for me.
With what little strength I can muster, I tilt my head back to meet his worried gaze. Once he sees my expression, his lips part into a dazzling grin.
Panting, I tell him, “Best…idea…ever.”
Chapter Nineteen
We sleep for what feels like an eternity but turns out to only be a few hours before hunger drives me awake. I roll over to face him only to find him already watching me through hooded eyes.
“I love the way you sleep,” he declares, his voice a shallow rasp.
My aching pussy throbs, and I groan, so sensitive that even his voice seems liable to set me off.
“I love the way you come for me,” he adds mercilessly, teasing his fingers through my hair. “I love the way you sound. And…I love that you trusted me to pleasure you.”
I sigh, my lips stuck in what seems like a permanent, if tired, grin. “You are affectionate when you’re sprung,” I tease him, my voice hoarse. Gently, I stroke his chest, marveling at the softness of his skin. “I love the toy you had made for me. I love the game we played—”
“Enough to do it again?” he wonders, an eyebrow raised.
An ominous shiver runs through me as I decide upon my answer. Yes. I would. Turning into him, I brush my lips along his collar, tasting him. “I want to play many games with you.”
“Your wish is my command.” His smug tone warns me that the vibrator wasn’t his only custom-made item in the works. Does that scare me?
“You are excited,” Vadim suspects, stroking my chin. “Does my kink please you?”
I roll onto my back and languidly stretch out my sore, aching limbs. “Iloveyour kink. But I really need to shower, and I’m starving.” I crawl toward the end of the mattress, but he stands before I even make it halfway.
“No.” Stern steps bring him to my side. Before I know it. I’m in his arms, cradled to his chest. “You are to be pampered,” he says while carrying me into the bathroom.
My grin grows wider. “Is that what you learned from your research?”
His wicked smirk warms me more than the temperature he sets the shower to before setting me onto a marble bench built into the wall of the stall.
“My research has taught me many things,” he explains as he returns to my side, laden with bottles of luxurious looking bath soap and fresh washcloths. “That you are to be pampered and rested in between our games, for one—” He lathers up a cloth with the sweetest smelling soap I’ve ever smelled and washes my legs, starting at each ankle. “And that I am to never push you too far. And that ensuring your pleasure should be my main desire.Neverto hurt you.”
I swipe my fingers through his wet hair, loving the feel of it. Like silk.
“It seems I’m in good hands,” I say, spreading my legs so that he can continue his ministrations unabated.
The man takes his time, bathing every inch of me until I feel so boneless, I doubt I could walk on my own. Not that I’m given the choice to. He dries us off with a towel and then carries me back into the room. With a secretive smile, he sets me on the freshly made mattress before he wanders into the closet. A few minutes later, he returns dressed in a pair of sweatpants and with one of my less revealing nightgowns—an ivory one made of silk—slung over his arm.
The man even dresses me, resisting any attempt I make to help.
“I will bring you food,” he explains as he pads to the door, leaving me splayed on the bed.
