Chapter 10

Dmitry

S he stands before me wearing nothing but her heels, exposed for me. I barely said two words to her once we were inside the car, knowing it would build up the trepidation for the journey I'm about to take her on. She will be grovelling for me to stop by the time I'm finished. She wanted an orgasm, and that's exactly what she's going to get . . . until she can't take any more.

She goes to open her mouth to speak, put I place my hand under her chin, closing it shut. Her eyes are ablaze with lust.

"Well, my krasota , you wanted to play games, so let's play a little game." I circle her slowly, taking in each curve of her body and the way it breaks out in goosebumps as I stalk her. "Do you think allowing another man to touch what's mine is appropriate, Victoria?"

"It wasn't—" I slap her arse. My hand stings at the contact, and her cheek changes a deep shade of red.

"The only answer I want to hear from you, my krasota , is ‘no, Sir'." I make my way over to my favourite restraints. I run my hand along the collection, stopping at the spreader bar.

"No, Sir," she barely whispers.

I tap her feet with my foot, indicating for her to spread her legs. Being in her heels will only add to the strain she's about to feel in her legs. She does as she's told —if only she could always follow instructions with such ease —and I kneel between her legs, strapping the bar into place. I trace my fingers up her smooth legs, stopping just before I reach her sweet spot. She inhales sharply, anticipating a touch that won't come.

I move behind her and press my palm to her back so she bends forward, displaying her backside for me. "Don't move," I bark out, running my hand gently across her arse before connecting another short, sharp slap. A small moan escapes her lips as I secure her hands in the restraints attached to the spreader bar. I lock them and place the key in my pocket.

" Krasota , do you remember your safe word?" She doesn't answer, determined to show me her defiant side once again.

I don't react, instead reaching across to grab the butt plug I picked out especially and lubricating it generously. It's bigger than we've used before. "Safe word," I shout, causing her to jump.

"Distraction," she whispers, the word hanging heavily in the air.

"Good girl," I praise as I press my finger against her puckered hole. "You will need it, Victoria. I'm making it my challenge to break you for allowing another man to lay his hands on what is mine. For defying me again and losing your security detail. For generally pissing me off."

"Fuck you, Dmitry," she spits. I smirk. My little firecracker is back. I'm going to enjoy every minute of this .

I place the butt plug against her back entrance, easing it into place. She hisses as it slips in with only slight resistance. I take the remote from the side, switching it on. The butt plug comes to life, and she groans. "Will you allow another man to touch you again, my krasota ?" I demand, turning up the power.

"I SAID FUCK YOU," she screams.

I snatch the flogger from the wall, immediately connecting it with her backside. I watch the welts appear instantly, which brings me great satisfaction and stirs my cock to life.

She moans as her legs begin to tremble and her backside tenses, clenching the butt plug tighter.

"Fuck!" she spits as she tries to gain control of the orgasm that's slowly ripping through her.

As she comes down, panting and shuddering, I make my way over to the corner of the room and sit on the lounger, watching her attentively.

She lifts her head in an attempt to observe me, but it's no use. My restraints have her right where I want her.

I slide up the power on the device, and her head drops back down. Her breathless pants tell me she's fighting against the second orgasm, but I hold all the power here.

I lower the vibration, and she sags in relief. Her feeling of elation doesn't last when I turn it right back up to its strongest setting. Her body shakes violently, and she screams. The sound vibrates around the room, and I'm mildly appeased by her unease. Now, she knows how I felt the entire day while we searched for her.

I approach her while she rides out her second wave. She's so lost, she's unaware I'm near and jumps when I lean down to whisper in her ear. "You wanted an orgasm, did you not, my krasota ?"

"Yes," she purrs.

"Sir," I shout, and she jumps again.

"Yes, Sir."

I lean down, removing the restraints from her wrists, noting how her legs quiver as I remove the bar. She rubs her wrists as she stands, her face flushed as she reaches for me. I step away from her touch, causing her to frown.

"Your punishment isn't over, my krasota . You will not touch me, do you understand?" Her brows furrow, and she almost looks hurt. She needs to know who holds the cards right now. "You gave me your permission, no?" When she stares blankly, I add, "You said not to punish Marshall but to meet you in the dungeon."

Realisation passes over her face. "Yes, Sir," she says softly, and I wonder if she regrets saying those words now.

"On the bed," I order, and she follows through without any backchat, which should please me, but now, I miss her fire.

I crawl over her, and she arches her back, trying to gain some contact but failing. I secure her hands to the restraints on either side of the posts. Taking a love egg from the side, I suck on it before inserting it into her wet pussy. Her thighs are damp from her orgasms, and I run my fingers over her skin, collecting her juices and then sucking my fingers clean, savouring her taste. This is now torture for me too. I want nothing more than to sink inside her and put this whole argument to rest.

I reach for the blanket covering her body. "Now, sleep, my krasota ." She goes to protest, but I place my hand over her mouth to silence her. "Sleep. It's going to be a long night."

I make my way back to the lounger, watching her through hooded eyes with a painfully hard cock.

I wait silently in the shadows, observing her, waiting for her breathing to even out. And with the amount of alcohol she's consumed, I'm not waiting for long before her light snores fill the room.

Bringing the controller out of my pocket, I smirk as I turn the vibrating egg on, letting the slow hum do its job. Her eyes shoot open the second I up the pressure. Her back arches off the bed, and she groans in satisfaction as she thrashes her head from side to side.

The blanket slides from her body, revealing her perfection. She writhes on the bed, her breathing becoming erratic as she edges closer and closer to another climax.

"Dmitry," she pleads, but it's no use, not unless she uses her safe word.

I approach her, noticing the sweat beading on her skin. She stares at me for a second, the eye contact intense, and then she suddenly closes her eyes and throws her head back in ecstasy.

Taking some nipple clamps from my pocket, I attach them to her erect nipples. The added pressure is enough to send her spiralling over the edge, and she pulls on the restraints, growling through another body-shaking orgasm.

I turn off the love egg, leaning down to her ear and nipping the lobe between my teeth. She whimpers at the slight contact. "Dmitry, please," she begs.

"Will you allow anyone to touch what's mine again, Victoria?" I whisper softly against her ear before moving back to watch her expression.

Her eyes are pleading with me, but as my words hit her, they're alight with a spark of defiance. Her jaw ticks and her eyes narrow. "Will you stop allowing that witch to touch what's mine?" She flops her head back against the pillow and closes her eyes.

I give a small, unamused laugh. "That's okay, my krasota . I'm happy to watch you come for me a thousand times. I won't tire of it."

She opens one eye and licks her lips seductively. "I will never give in, Dmitry. You will never break me."

I wait until she drifts back off to sleep before bringing the love egg back to life, watching as she thrashes on the bed, tugging at the restraints. They will be digging into her flesh by now, the bite adding to the intensity of her orgasms.

"Fuck, Dmitry," she screams as yet another orgasm rips through her body. I watch her in admiration, my stubborn krasota taking everything I offer her willingly. She's fucking perfect . She growls in frustration as the last couple hours are clearly catching up with her, along with her hangover, I suspect.

"Are you ready to use your safe word, Victoria?"

"Please, Dmitry, I don't know how much more I can take," she admits.

"That isn't your safe word." She narrows her eyes and sighs heavily, closing her eyes once again.

Her gentle snores fill the room minutes later, and I smirk to myself.

It's been hours since we came into the dungeon and started this torturous game of power. Victoria falls to sleep, and I wake her with yet another orgasm, all without my touch, which I know she's desperate for. She's exhausted but still refuses to submit, and I'm not one for giving up so easily either.

I wake her this time by dripping hot wax over her nipples. She hisses at the contact, waking with a start.

I remove the egg, and she whimpers, only managing to move her head slightly in relief.

I lift the vibrating rabbit from beside her on the bed, and she side-eyes it. It's usually a toy she enjoys, but I know her body is already exhausted, so I'm excited to see if this is the point at which she breaks.

She begins to pull on the restraints in protest, and I grin at her menacingly.

She nibbles her bottom lip as I coat the vibrator in her own juices, the sheets below her soaked from her multiple climaxes. Switching the rabbit on, I rub it against her clit, and her back once again arches off the bed. "I can't. I'm too sensitive," she cries as she thrashes around.

I place my hand upon her abdomen, stopping her erratic movements. "Safe word, Victoria?" I cock my eyebrow, but the look of determination she offers back tells me she won't relent.

She slams her mouth closed, biting on the inside of her cheek to silence her whimpers.

"Very well," I state, as I move the vibrator to her entrance and slide it in. The rabbit ears massage her sensitive bud, and I'm certain this is no longer as pleasurable for her. "That's it, my greedy girl, take it all," I praise her.

She pulls hard on the leather restraints then stiffens before screaming my name. She gushes all over my hand, the wetness adding to the already soaked sheets. I hum my approval, removing the vibrator as her body goes limp.

I bring my fingers up to her lips. "Taste your release, my krasota ." She sucks them greedily, her eyes not leaving my own.

My phone dances across the bedside table, and I snatch it up. "What?" I bark into it, watching as Victoria closes her eyes.

Vivian's whiny shrill fills me with dread. "Dmitry, I have an issue which requires your immediate attention."

I roll my eyes, irritated that she's interrupting my game. "Really, at half-six in the morning?"

"Yes, there are some issues with staffing. I need you here now," she orders, which just infuriates me further, but I can use this situation to my advantage.

"On my way, Vivian." I make sure to use her name, allowing it to linger on my lips while alerting Victoria to where I will be going. Her eyes dart open and she looks positively pissed. I smirk down at her before disconnecting the call, then I reach up and release her arms from the restraints.

"My attention is required elsewhere." I wink at her before leaving, not giving her a chance to create a scene. The aftercare will have to be addressed later. Besides, what she really needs now is some rest.

Tori

He fucking stalked out of here, leaving me yet again. For her . This is becoming a habit, one which he seems to delight in.

I'm exhausted both emotionally and sexually right now, and all logical thinking has left.

I wrap a towel around myself and make my way up to our bedroom on unsteady feet. If this arsehole thinks he can use and abuse me, then leave me for his little skank, he has another thing coming.

As I make my way up the stairs, I bump into Marshall, who's ready in his running gear. He must be healing.

"Everything okay, Tori?" He eyes me suspiciously, as if he can sense I'm about to do something crazy. I smile at him, willing my face not to give away my treachery.

"Yep, I'm just going for a bath and to bed. It was a long night." I laugh, hoping to dispel any of his worries.

He nods and jogs down the stairs towards the door. I know I have enough time now to put my plan into action.

I slam the door behind me, dropping the towel. This fucker wants to see crazy, so crazy is what he will get.

I enter the walk-in wardrobe, pulling out one of his tailored suits. Expensive. I grin to myself as I pull out a pair of scissors from my dressing table, my lips curling at the corners as I imagine his reaction.

I shred his suit into strips and stand in front of the mirror as I wrap the torn-up material around my breasts, barely covering them as I secure the material with a safety pin.

I take another shred of the suit and wrap it around my waist so it covers my modesty to some degree. I admire myself in the mirror, throwing my head back in a laugh while recalling how furious he was when I arrived in just my lingerie and a raincoat. Well, today, Mr Volkov, you get to meet Miss Fucking Deranged.

I book an Uber and slide on one of Dmitry's suit jackets so I don't give the driver heart failure.

As I get in the taxi, I reel off the address for the bar he shares with Vivian. I fidget nervously in the back as the driver looks at me in the rearview mirror curiously. Pull yourself together, Tori , I inwardly scold myself.

I know this goes against what Harriet has been teaching me, but since when did talking work? Besides, I tried that already.

My mind wanders, those intrusive thoughts pushing their way in, and I wonder to myself what the fuck I'll do if he has Vivian bent over his desk, and whether my heart can take walking in on that. I take a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves. If that's what I walk in on, then at least I'll know for sure and I'll leave with my head held high. I won't be second best. I won't share.

The taxi pulls up outside the bar, and I thank the driver as I get out.

I take a moment outside on the pavement to gather myself. This is progress, right? At least I'm thinking it through. Harriet is wrong—this isn't an impulsive decision at all.

I enter the bar and find Nik standing in the doorway. His eyes widen as I enter.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Victoria? And where's Marshall?" he whisper-hisses.

My heels click along the floor as I flip him off. I don't have time for this prick, and he doesn't like me anyway, so why the fuck does he care?

I push the glass doors open, and everyone turns at the sound. My eyes scan the table where Vivian sits next to my man. They're accompanied by his father and his security detail, but I don't let the audience put me off. I have a score to settle.

I give them a venomous smile as I approach. Dmitry stands abruptly, his rage already evident on his face, but he is yet to see the amazing outfit I put together just for him.

Stopping in my tracks before I get too close, I slowly unfasten the suit jacket. Dmitry's eyes widen in panic at the realisation of what I'm about to do.

"Morning, all," I gush. I open the last button and slide his jacket from my arms. It pools at my feet. "Lovely of you to invite me along."

Dmitry rushes in front of me, picking up his jacket and grabbing me by the arm. He shoves me forward, away from the wide eyes of his companions.

"What the fuck are you doing, Victoria?" he seethes.

I flutter my eyelashes at him. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sir ." I grit out the word as I clench my teeth together. "I thought we were mid-game?"

"This," he gestures his hands up and down my body, "is not normal behaviour, Victoria."

He squeezes my upper arm harder as he pulls me from the building.

"Compared to your little cum bucket, I guess not. But I thought you loved my rebelliousness?" I pull my arm from his grasp. "You left me for her again. It's becoming a habit, Dmitry."

He sighs, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the car. Nik opens the back door as Dmitry hustles me inside, slamming the door shut behind him. This isn't my fault.

I watch as the pair talk in hushed tones outside the car, but I can't make out what they're saying, though I can feel the tension radiating off Dmitry.

I smirk to myself. At least I got his attention again .

He slides into the car, and I laugh to myself. Prick.

"Something funny, Victoria?" he grits out as he reaches over to secure my seatbelt.

"Yes, actually," I snap as I slap his hands away to fasten it myself.

"Care to share? Because I don't think this erratic behaviour is funny at all." He runs his hands through his hair, a sure sign he's struggling to restrain himself. "This behaviour is going to get you killed. All you're doing is giving these bastards ammunition against us. Against you."

"Considering you don't even like them fuckers, you sure do seem to care what they think." I sigh, looking out the window as Nik pulls out into traffic.

"You're behaving like a fucking raving lunatic. I may not like them, but they're a necessary evil," he spits, and I recoil at his venomous tone.

Harriet's words come back to haunt me. I'm sabotaging myself . . . again. I shake my head to clear the negativity. How is this my doing?

"We spoke about this behaviour. Several times. It has to stop, but instead of stopping, you're just getting fucking worse."

The car pulls to a stop outside Harriet's office, and I whip my head in his direction.

"Why the fuck are we here?" I shout as I look down at myself. Bile rises in my throat at the thought of her seeing me like this.

"I told you, you're getting worse. This behaviour is not fucking normal."

"So, I do something you don't agree with and suddenly I'm some psychopath?" I stammer. My eyes fill with tears, but I'll be damned if I allow him to see that I'm hurt by his accusation. "Whatever, Dmitry. Whatever helps you sleep easy at night knowing you're shagging that dirty little tramp behind my back." I stare back out the window, folding my arms over my chest. I won't go willingly. This bastard will have to force me.

He makes his way round to my door, opening it and staring at me, silently begging me to comply.

"Get out, Victoria," he snaps.

"Or what?" I stare straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact. He leans in the car, undoing my seat belt.

"Don't make me force you out this car." I turn to look at him.

"Mr. Volkov, go fuck yourself," I spit angrily. His eyes burn with rage as he grabs my arms, pulling me out the car and throwing me over his shoulder.

I pound his back, screaming, noticing the passersby watching our altercation in alarm.

"Is no fucker going to save me?" I scream at them in disbelief. He marches up the steps into the building, and I growl as I continue to pound on his back. "You're a fucking prick, Dmitry," I scream as we enter the reception area.

Harriet comes out her office. "What's all the commotion?" she asks. "Mr. Volkov, please put Victoria down."

He dumps me on my feet, and I begin to walk towards the exit, but he grabs my arm, preventing my escape. "This is how she just arrived at an early morning business meeting." He gestures to my clothing, and I blush, lowering my head. I feel mortified in her presence with just enough fabric to cover my most sensitive areas. "This is not normal behaviour. I thought you were working on making rational decisions. Because right now, whatever you're doing isn't fucking working."

"Tori," Harriet says softly. Tears balance on my lashes as I look up at her. "Go take a seat in my office. I'll be with you shortly." I nod and make my way into her office. Just being away from Dmitry right now is what I need, and if that means I'm jumping out of one lion's den into another, then so be it.