Chapter 30

Daelyn

Endurance test, my ass!

I was so close to an orgasm just now from Dmitri’s words, his grip, the knife, the bites, the way he made me look at him, the friction of the textured pad on his thick fucking thigh... all to have it still not be enough for me to blow. He did this on purpose just to make me fail.

I hate him.

Slamming my palms against the concrete wall, I throw a complete hissy fit.

“Daelyn.” The asshole has the audacity to come near me.

“Fuck you.” I shove him back, wanting nothing more than to kick him in the balls, just like he taught me when we were training earlier when he said to always fight dirty if I’m in danger.

I’d put those skills to use right now if I could see straight.

This isn’t a simple boohoo-I-want-to-come-and-can’t meltdown. I’m seeing red. Unraveling at the seams. All my pieces that were sewn into a Frankenstein have come apart again and I can’t pull myself together.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I’m not just confused anymore, I’m straight up stupid. Why did I tell Dmitri about every bad thing I did, and gave him ammo to use against me?

Because I trust him.

Oh hell no. I don’t even know him. And my track record for picking men to confide in is abominable.

Maybe I told him those things because I’m self-sabotaging? The possibility makes me queasy because the repercussions are huge and would result in the very thing I’m trying to prevent.

“Daelyn.” Dmitri grabs my arms and pins them behind my back. “Stop. You’re going to break your hands hitting the wall like that.”

So what? Punching concrete is better than punching his head. One will hurt me. The other will hurt him.

“I said stop!” He knocks my legs out and takes me to the floor on the mat. “Fucking hell, Dae.”

I squirm and snarl under him, no longer certain of what my goal is. He keeps my wrists together in one big hand, his knee pressed against my lower back, and he spanks me once, twice, three times.

Damn me straight to hell, but my groin grinds into the mat and the noise I make is half moan, half sob. This is fucking humiliating.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, sounding out of breath.

“I want…” Tears well because I cannot believe I’m acting this way. It’s ridiculous. “I want you to fuck me until I black out.”

I’m not even sure if that’s possible, but, goddamnit, I need relief. I want to forget who I am, why I’m here, and what’s at stake. For once, I just want someone to take care of me in the ways I need. A sex-induced coma might help.

“Fuck,” Dmitri grunts.

He hauls me over his shoulder and fireman carries me out of his bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He spanks my ass so hard the sting makes my aching pussy clench. “I’m giving you what you want.”

My stomach rolls as he takes me out of the basement, up the stairwell, and kicks open another door.

Oh my god. People are going to see me looking like a crazy mess. Embarrassment flares, making my cheeks feel sunburnt.

When I reach around to cover my bare ass with my hands, Dmitri knocks them away. “Let them see what’s mine.” His long gait brings us quickly into a room and he drops me unceremoniously onto a hard piece of furniture. “Bend over.”

My eyes widen with shock as I stare at the long, thin, black leather covered bench. Heart racing, I look under it and see cuffs and a bar with straps. The rest of the room is just as intimidating. There’s a huge X against the wall with cuffs at the top and bottom. There are enough riding crops and whips to tame a stampede of stallions hanging on the farthest wall.

Ball gags, dildos, chains… spikes .

The bed on the other side of the room has a hefty mahogany stained four-by-four mounted at the foot of it with cuffs and rope attached at the far ends of the wood.

Dmitri brings my attention back to him when he says, “I’m going to tie you down and fuck the frustration out of you.”

His desire slowly penetrates my hazy, raged-filled brain. I blink. Nod. “Yes, please.”

“Do you want the bench or the bed?”

I get a choice? “Both.”

His chuckle makes the hair on my arms stand on end. “Let’s start on the bed.”

Making my way over there, I pass the selection of ball gags, wondering what it would be like to use one.

“Not this time,” Dmitri says, as if reading my mind. “I’m gonna need you to use your words today.”

I bite my lip and climb onto the bed while my stomach flip-flops. I’ve never done something like this before.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Crocodile.”

“Good girl.” He stands in front of me in only a pair of gym shorts. When he flashes a smile, my heart sighs. “See the cameras?” Dmitri points up at the ceiling. “There are four in the room. Everything is being watched for our safety, okay?”

“Someone’s watching us right now?”

“Always.” His gaze intensifies. “Even when the club is closed, surveillance does not stop.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Can they hear us?”

“Sometimes. If they turn the sound on for that room.”

Panic hits my bloodstream.

“These cameras are not in my bedroom,” he quickly adds, likely knowing my mind just went to the confessions of all the illegal shit I’ve been caught up in.

I look at one mounted in the far corner. The woman in the lobby told me, when I first arrived here and filled out the forms, that cameras were everywhere because safety is the Monarch’s first priority. In a way, I like having the extra caution. Not that I think Dmitri would hurt me, but it’s comforting to know I’m not completely alone and at the mercy of someone else.

Even if that’s exactly what’s about to happen.

“I can say crocodile if I don’t like it.”

“Absolutely. And the scene will stop immediately.”

“Okay.” I trust him. Damn my stupidity, but I trust him. I loathe how desperate I am for an escape and that it’s turned me into this…

“Face me and spread your arms out wide.”

Leaning forward by the foot of the bed, I feel like a criminal with her head on a chopping block while Dmitri goes over to another part of the room for something. Closing my eyes, I calm my racing heart and wait. My head hangs off the edge of the wooden four-by-four and my legs are bent under me, spread for balance.

Dmitri gently cuffs my wrists. “No way out…” He fastens a collar around my neck. “And so many ways in.” Squatting down, he kisses me softly and adds, “You can also tap the wood if it’s too much.”

“Yes, King.”

“God damn,” he growls, standing up and sliding his shorts off. He kicks them to the side and pumps his length, giving me a great view of the piercing at the tip of his dick. Then he fists my hair. “Open.”

My jaw drops, and he guides his cock slowly into my mouth.

“That’s my good girl.”

He fucks my face like he’s got all the time in the world.

Locked in place, I can’t escape him. Not that I want to. But what’s going to happen when this is over? How is it going to end? What will Kal—

“Fuuuuck,” Dmitri hits the back of my throat, making me gag. “Your mouth feels so good on me, Daelyn.”

I focus on his words and grunts. My thoughts shift to making him feel good, until it’s all I think about.

“You take me so well, baby. Fuuuck yeah.”

I suck him harder and find a rhythm we both like.

“You’re doing so good, Firefly.” He grunts and fucks my face slowly. “But I need your pussy now.” Dmitri pulls out and climbs onto the bed. The mattress dips from his weight as he positions himself behind me. I expect him to ram inside me. Take what he wants. Instead, he uses a vibrator on my clit and stuffs two fingers in my pussy. “You’re soaked already, and we only just started.”

We didn’t just start. I’ve been trying to get myself off since I woke up, damnit. My pussy’s so swollen and wet, it was a menace while we trained. And the more needy I got, the sloppier my moves became.

“Fuck me, King.” Pressing my cheek against the wood, I feel a calmness settle over me. I’m a whore to want this as badly as I do. And I’m an asshole because I want it from Dmitri, the man I’m here to ruin. “Make it hurt.”

I want him to punish me.

He nips and licks down my back, holding the vibrator against my clit. Then he pushes his way inside, robbing me of breath. The man’s hung like an ox. And that piercing makes it even more enjoyable.

Keeping his thrusts slow and deep, he fucks me for forever like this. I’m strapped to the wood so I can’t see him at all, and the vibrator against my clit is starting to make me numb.

“More,” I mumble in a foggy haze. “I need it harder.”

Ignoring me, Dmitri maintains his steady pace, making each deep thrust hit my cervix. Hooking his finger through the loop of my collar, he tugs it occasionally, calling me his good girl. His cock is huge. Movements deliberate.

“I want to see you,” he growls, finally pulling out. Next thing I know, he’s got me uncuffed and flipped onto my back. “Hang on.” He shoves a wedge under my hips and then shoves his way back inside. “Eyes on me, Daelyn.”

He moves over me like a big, dark wave. The intensity amplifies. I reach up and hold on to the footboard while he picks up speed. “Come for me,” he says with a growl, “and I’ll make sure you get what you want.”

A breath shudders out of me because I’m not sure I can. My head is too mixed up. Being with this man feels too good and wrong at the same time.

Shoving into me harder, faster, he grunts. The vibrator shifts on my clit. My fingers dig into the wood.

“Look at me,” he snaps, just as I feel my body coiling. “You break contact, and we will start all over again. And I’ll go even slower.”

I shake my head, silently pleading with him to not do that to me.

While secretly hoping he will.

This man acts like I’m the only creature in the world that exists. He takes his time… savoring, enjoying, pleasuring.

“That’s my good girl. You’re doing so good, taking what I give you.” His brow pinches, gaze hardening. “I’m going to fill this needy pussy with my cum.”

“Yes, King.” I arch more so he can get deeper. The pain of him hitting my cervix makes my brain short circuit. I love it. “Fuck me like a whore.”

He doesn’t. He fucks me like I’m a new toy he doesn’t want to break yet.

I pinch my nipples while he drives into me. We keep our connection. The room spins. The vibrator turns up to the highest setting. His hips become pistons. My eyes flutter.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He lets the vibrator go and grabs my throat. “Stay with me,” he barks. “Fucking stay right here with me, Dae. Don’t look away.”

My body locks.

His rhythm changes.

My release surges through me like lightning, making all my nerve endings fire off at once until the last shocks of my orgasm fade. Dmitri’s eyes harden and he pulls out, jerking himself all over my belly and pussy. He grunts like an animal. Beads of sweat drip down his temple and I know it’s not because he’s over-exerted himself. It’s because he worked hard to hold back.

“You good?”

“No.” I swipe the hair from my face. “I want more. It wasn’t enough.”

He doesn’t look surprised or insulted. “How much more do you think you can handle?”

Rising to my knees so I can kiss him, I bite his bottom lip hard enough to make him gasp. “Give me everything you haven’t yet, Dmitri.”

“You sure you can take it?”

“Only one way to find out.”

???

Dmitri’s got me strapped to the bench, face down. My arms are cuffed beneath me, and my ankles are attached to a spreader bar. I wheeze with every thrust he makes while my tits smash on the leather bench.

He ruts me like a beast. His hands dig into my waist while he thrusts into me hard. He’s smacked my ass so many times, the sting no longer registers. I’ve come twice, and both had my throat sore from screaming. I’m numb and alive at the same time.

This is what I needed. To surrender wholly to a monster who could tear me in two.

I hope whoever is watching on camera is taking notes. This is how you fuck a woman.

I want Dmitri to take my ass, but it feels too good the way he slams into my pussy to tell him I want something else. My body’s a live wire—crackling and zapping. Sweat pours down my temples. My hair sticks to my back and face. I feel sick and dizzy and so happy I could die.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he says, slamming into me.

Not a chance. If I say the name, he’ll know who has power over me and I’m not about to give him that satisfaction.

Slap ! Dmitri spanks my sore ass and rubs away the burn. “Fuck, you look so good with my handprints on you.” He spanks me again.

I come on the bench. Again .

Choking out a half-sob, half-groan, I grind against the leather like a mindless animal while he rails me. I can’t catch my breath. The world’s so foggy. I wanted to be fucked into oblivion and Dmitri is delivering.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up,” he warns. “And you’re going to take it all. You’re going to squeeze and hold me in there. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, King.”

He lifts one leg, balancing it next to my ribs, and fucks me so hard my vision goes white. Then he roars with his release, and I feel him jerk inside me, a heat blooming in my core as he unloads.

“Squeeze it,” he orders.

I try to remember how to make my body work and clamp around him.

Dmitri hisses between clenched teeth and groans. “That’s my good girl.”

He pulls out slowly, and I lay like a limp noodle on the bench while he unties me. I’m exhausted. Spent. Boneless. I’m not even sure if I’m still human at this point.

“Up we go,” he says, but he carries me over to the St. Andrew's cross instead of the bed like I assumed he would.

Oh my god, we’re doing more ?

“You better hold my cum inside you, Firefly.” He lifts one of my arms and fastens it to the cuff. “Or I’ll have to strap you back on the bench and fill you up all over again.”

My knees almost give out. How does he even have any fluids left?

Lightly chuckling, Dmitri ties my other wrist up and then nudges my legs open. Reaching between my thighs, he runs his fingers along my pussy lips. “So wet.” With his eyebrow arched, his tone deepens. “Is that you or me that’s got you drenched?” He shoves his finger into his mouth, tasting it. “Mmmm. That’s you.”

I sag against the restraints.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re freshly fucked.” Dmitri nips my neck and runs his hands all over my body. The contrast of gentle and rough, sweet and savage, does things to me.

“You’re doing so well for me, Daelyn. Can you keep going?”

Yes. No. Maybe so. I nod. “Mmmph.”

“Use your words.”

“Yes, King.” I don’t even sound like me anymore.

“Good girl.” He leaves me strapped and stranded while he plucks a few toys from the wall. I don’t even care what they are, I just want to keep going until I collapse.

“Eyes on me,” he says, suddenly in front of me again. “Let me see those ocean eyes, baby.”

I flutter them open, swaying against the cross. My eyelids feel so heavy, and my legs are rubber.

He drags a riding crop along the sides of my breasts, tapping them with a sharp but light crack. My nipples harden instantly.

“Let’s see if I’m still inside you.” He shoves a finger between my pussy lips, and my hips buck against his palm, chasing friction already. “So. Fucking. Needy.”

“Yes, King.” I don’t care if it makes me pathetic. I am needy. I need Dmitri.

“Will you tell me who owns you now?”

Biting my lip, I shake my head. I want to be mad at him for constantly asking, but part of me knows that’s why he’s torturing me like this, and I won’t tell him to stop because it feels so goddamn good.

He shoves two fingers inside my pussy and hits my g-spot. I groan, my head flopping back against the cross. The diabolical man drags me so close to the edge of another orgasm, only to deny me at the last possible second.

I scream and shake against the restraints.

I whimper.

I beg.

“Keep me inside you,” he growls against my cheek.

Then he starts the process all over. Slapping my tits and clit with the crop. Biting my nipples. Hitting my g-spot with his thick fingers. And denies my orgasm again when I won’t give him the name he thinks he needs to hear.

I’m so out of it, I almost slip with his third try.

But when Dmitri stuffs a vibrating butt plug in my ass, and gives me a nice hand necklace, I start cracking. The fissures of my barriers crumble to the ground between us. He mildly taps my clit over and over and over with the riding crop, so fast and precise, it makes my eyes cross.

“Please,” I wheeze, my head falling forward. “I can’t stand it anymore.”

“If you want to stop, say your safe word.”

I don’t want to stop. I need to come.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you want you want, Daelyn.” He hooks his fingers against my inner walls, driving my lust up the charts. “Come on baby, say it.”

“Say what?” I cry out.

“Who owns you? Say his motherfucking name.” He drives into me harder, faster. Throwing the riding crop on the ground, he uses his now free hand to pinch my nipple while he bites on my neck.

I groan loudly, pulling on my cuffs, desperate to touch him.

“Better keep me inside you,” he warns. “Or I will stuff this pussy with my cock and fuck you until you taste my cum on your goddamn tongue.”

I explode.

The orgasm he’s edged me towards finally rips out of me with his name on it.

“Dmitri!” I scream, convulsing around his fingers, my body thrashing against the cross. “His fucking name…” I sob, “is…” Liquid gushes from my cunt and my thighs shake uncontrollably. “ Dmitri .”

That’s the last thing I say before passing out.