Page 119 of Konstantin
I’m completely spread open. Exposed, restrained, trembling beneath the growing anticipation.
He steps away toward the armoire, opening it to retrieve something. When he turns, he’s holding a red leather whip. Chills explode across my skin as he drags it slowly up my spine, the leather like a teasing caress, down the curve of my back, tracing every inch with expert precision.
My breath stutters as it slips lower, gliding between my thighs, brushing over my clit. A sharp jolt of need shoots through me before he strikes my thigh. Hard.
Instead of pain, a wave of surrender rushes over me, my muscles tightening as my mind and body fight to keep up with the rush of sensations.
“More, sir.”
My back arches, submitting completely to him as he rains a series of strikes across my skin, each one sharper, deeper. The sting of pain twists into something else, something heady and addictive. My body burns with the desire for more.
“Good girl.” He hisses as he lets the whip glide up my back. “You take it so well.”
Then a deeper strike lands and I cry out. “Thank you, sir.”
Another strike comes, then another, before his hand softly feathers over my throbbing flesh.
“I think you need a little more of a challenge,” he adds, his voice a low growl.
What the hell does that mean?
And why does the thought thrill me more than it terrifies me?
He drops the whip on a nearby table, and the sharp clatter makes me flinch. Then he’s at the armoire again. This time, when he turns around, there’s nothing in his hands…except a black silk blindfold.
And that just makes me sweat even more.
“Remember your safe word.” He slips the blindfold over my eyes, and the world goes black.
Instantly, everything heightens. Sound, touch, the racing of my pulse echoing in my ears.
Warm fingers trail down my spine, dipping lower, sliding between the cheeks of my ass, then teasing my entrance. I arch into the touch, needing it deeper.
But he avoids my clit entirely, stroking everywhere else until I’mclawing the leather, all my attention on the fact that I want him to touch me there. I squirm, the need building, nerves fraying. Then…nothing. His hands disappear, and every inch of my skin throbs in anticipation.
When something hot drips onto my back, I wince, the feeling satisfying as it cools against me.
Before I can ask if it was wax, a sudden, powerful vibration jolts across my core, like from a toy. My nails dig into the leather beneath me, a cry ripping from my throat.
“Oh God?—”
A deep chuckle resonates from behind me, his warm breath teasing my neck. “Your pussy’s soaked, and I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
The vibration intensifies, rolling through me with savage precision. My body bows, teetering on the edge.
His name rips from my lips. “Konstantin…please!”
But mercy never comes. The pressure lessens, the teasing pull of the device retreating just enough to drive me mad.
My hips jerk, chasing the sensation, but he offers nothing but the slow, exquisite torture he knows how to deliver so well. Fingers tangle in my hair, pulling tight while a warm palm strokes over the curve of my ass, deceptively gentle, until the sharp crack of a slap rings out. I jump, a whimper slipping free.
“It’s too bad you can’t see the crowd you’ve drawn.” His words are low and rough. “Your perfect cunt on display, and they all know it’s mine. Only mine.”
He spanks me harder, soothing the sting before striking again. And again.
My body shudders beneath him, on the edge of release, the pleasure too much, yet not enough.
The vibrations return between my legs, circling my clit in maddening slow rolls. My walls clench, needing this to end, to feelmyself come undone.
