16. Alena

"You think you can just control me like some kind of animal, dangling a reward in front of my face?"

I hate him.

I think.

I should hate him. Logic tells me I should hate everything about this situation, that I should be scared and desperately seeking a way to escape, but I'm not. I haven't been scared since the moment he walked in here.

A dark part of me likes this, but I'm not sure how much I want to acknowledge that part. It's not normal. I'm not normal.

I've fantasized about Kristof snatching me away, rescuing me, and taking me back to his place to make love to me over and over. Reality is quite different from my fantasy, and yet I'm still excited. Every time he talks, a shiver steals across my naked form, and his roving eye warms my core. Even the cage isn't awful.

There's something sinfully kinky about being locked up like a pet. Like he can't stand the thought of anyone else getting to me. He wanted me so badly that he just took me. He took a look at the insane situation I created and turned it to his advantage, all so he could have me.

It's romantically twisted.

And the most attention I've gotten from anyone in years. The sex was mind-blowing, and he's unlocked something bold inside me.

Something that wants to submit as much as it wants to rise to him.

So far, that part is winning.

"If you want to be an animal, I'll treat you like one," Kristof replies easily, and a light smirk dances across his lips. "But we both know how well you react to a treat if last night is anything to go by. I know exactly what you want, Alena."

My cheeks flush immediately, and I press my legs closer together, only for a pulse of warm tension to shoot through my core. I glower at him, but my heart skips a beat.

He knows what I want.

I want his rough hands all over my body, tracing my curves like I'm a prize. I want his tongue in all the devilish places that make me squirm. I want to feel that satisfying ache from being filled to the brim again, and just the thought of his cock makes my mouth water. I glance down at his tented crotch, running things over in my mind. He hasn't hurt me, nor does he scare me.

What does is the prospect of losing him. Of Kristof dumping me back home to spend a hollow eternity with Mikhail, who could never live up to the experiences Kristof has given me in such a short time.

His rules are a lot, and I've already forgotten a couple of them due to my humiliation at being locked away, but the idea isn't unpleasant. If I follow his rules, he'll touch me, and I ache for that. Follow them enough, and he'll let me out to the rest of the house.

We'd be like a real couple.

"Fine," I say eventually, and Kristof lifts one brow.

"Fine, what?"

"I'll follow your rules, Sir." I can be obedient. I've mastered that over the course of my life, but this is the first time rules stand a chance to benefit me.

"Good girl," Kristof says, and my heart skips a painful beat. Warmth sweeps from my cheeks to my shoulders, and a tingle steals down my spine. I suppress a shiver and bite the inside of my cheek at the praise.

I like it. I like it more than I probably should.

"So… can you let me out now?" I've listened and agreed to his rules. There's no way he'll keep me in the cage, right?

"No."

"What?" My mouth drops open. "But I…" The temptation to argue back swells hot and harsh inside me, but I catch myself quickly and swallow down the words like a sour pill. No backtalk. That was one of the rules.

Kristof almost looks amused for a moment.

"Alena, the rules are simple, but if you're struggling, I have no problem with punishing you into submission."

My mind floods with the memory of last night's spanking when he held me down and slapped my ass while telling me how scared he had been. If that's a punishment, I'm in a win-win scenario here. I almost want to push a little further to see if I can get that reaction, but I'm already on thin ice.

I press my lips together and remain silent. That light smirk reappears.

"You were a virgin, you said?" Kristof asks suddenly.

Warmth floods my cheeks once more, and I nod. "Yes–yes, Sir."

"Are you sure? Your pussy was tight, but you moaned like a whore. You aren't lying to me, are you?"

"No, Sir! You were my first, I swear." My heart jumps. The thought of Kristof thinking I'm a liar alarms me more than anything else that's happened. He is my first. My first everything.

"You said you will follow my rules," he says, and he starts to pace in front of the cage. I can't take my eyes off him, and there's a brief yearning in my chest for Katja. I want to tell her that I was right, he does have tattoos all over his body and they're as sexy as the ink on his arms. His shoulders bunch slightly as he walks slowly around the cage, and I keep my attention on him.

"Would you crawl for me?"

"Yes."

"Suck my cock until you can't breathe?"

I hesitate. I've never done anything like that before. My lips part, and my heart starts to race.

"Will you take it deep and value my cum over your own air?"

I know what answer he wants. "I'll try," I say after a moment. "But I've never done that before."

Kristof taps his knuckles on one of the bars as he passes. "You'll try, Sir."

"Yes, sorry, Sir. I'll try." Just the thought of what his cock might taste like makes my mouth water. His own tongue against my pussy was incredible, and I want to make him feel good. After all, it's part of the game, right? I follow these rules, do what he wants, and then he'll be inside me where he belongs.

"Will you spread every hole for me? Beg to be filled by whatever I deem you deserve?"

"Every… every hole?" A different, shameful heat warms my cheeks and settles in my throat as I consider what he means. My pussy, my mouth, and my ass. Such a thought is so lewd, and the more I consider it, the more embarrassed I become. The shameful heat sweeps down my chest, and I bring my knees up to my chest.

"Every hole," he repeats, "until you're so swollen, so full of my cum that it consumes you. I'm not hearing the enthusiasm I expect."

"Yes, Sir," I say after a moment. My embarrassment and nerves at the unknown aren't going to ruin this for me.

"Will you let me play with you until your pussy aches so much that you can't walk and then still beg for more?"

"Yes, Sir," slips from me before I can even register the full question, and the truth sings in my heart. That is what I want, and there's no scenario in my mind where I would refuse that. Not after last night.

"I don't believe you." Kristof stops at the front of my cage once more, and my heart sinks.

When he turns to me, his eyes are dark and there's a glint in them that surely should alarm me. Instead, it excites me.

"No trust, remember?"

A muted groan of frustration rises in me.

"Lie back."

"Huh?"

"That's huh, Sir," Kristof snaps slightly. "Lie. Back."

Heat flushes through my body, and I don't move, quickly trying to work out what he's going to ask for next. Turns out, patience isn't his strong point and he stalks forward.

"Alena, lie back!"

I obey as my heart jumps. The cold metal floor is shocking against my warm skin, and my breath catches in my throat as I stare up at the bars above me.

"Spread your legs and scoot forward, a foot in each corner, if you will."

It takes a few long seconds for me to summon the courage to do what he asks. I'm embarrassed, even though he's already seen and tasted every inch of me. I scoot down and spread my legs, thighs trembling as every instinct yells at me to close my thighs and hide myself.

"Touch yourself."

I pause, uncertain for a moment. I've done this a few times by myself in the privacy of my own room back home, but the results were never as exhilarating as what Kristof wrung out of me last night.

"Alena." His voice is firm but gentle. "Slide your fingers through your pussy lips and over your clit. Touch yourself."

With a trembling hand, I obey. I slide one hand over my abdomen and down between my legs. The moment my fingertips reach my soaked pussy, my cheeks flare. From there, there's no hiding how strangely turned on I am. The contact makes my breath hitch, and I follow his exact instruction, stroking through my folds and focusing attention on my clit.

I'm incredibly sensitive from last night, and my hips jerk faintly at the contact. I feel awkward, as if Kristof knows my own body better than I do. He must if he's given me stronger orgasms than I've given myself.

"Have you touched yourself before?"

"A couple of times, Sir," I reply breathlessly. "But never… it's never been as good as last night."

"Stroke slowly, back and forth along your folds. Listen to your body. Test pressure and speed. Listen to what your body tells you, and if something feels better, then focus on that."

His instructions are calm, and when I glance down, I can see that he's dropped to his haunches once more and he's watching me closely. An embarrassed flush warms my entire body and a sheen of sweat breaks out over my body. It turns me on as much as it embarrasses me, but I focus on his words. Long strokes and gentle caresses mingle with short, fast strokes. My gut tightens, and pressure begins to build in my core.

Within a few minutes, I learn that slightly to the left of my clit is more sensitive than the right, so I focus on that area with one digit.

"Your clit," Kristof says. "She's gentle but hardy. Don't be scared to be rough."

My other finger focuses on my clit, working in circles as I try to recreate the swirl of Kristof's tongue last night. My breathing increases, and warmth continues to build in my core. Something about being watched is incredibly erotic, especially with how gentle Kristof's voice is. My eyes flutter closed, and I focus on his words as he talks.

"Mix it up between fast and slow. You can find your sweet spot and milk it for all it's worth. Look at your pussy, so pretty and wet already. You're close, aren't you? Can you feel your body temp rising? Is your stomach clenching? Your thighs are trembling, and those little pants coming from you… I can tell you're close. Knowing your body is important for both of us. That's it, good girl. Look how soaked you are, positively dripping with desire."

A sharp cry tears from my throat, and I come hard, arching off the floor with my back bowing. Pleasure explodes through me with more intensity than I've ever managed to achieve on my own. My muscles ripple, and my pussy clenches on nothing as I milk myself with rapid fingers as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.

"Good girl," Kristof says, and my heart squeezes painfully. As the pleasure fades, tears spring into my eyes, and a soft sob rises in my throat. Is that how pathetic I am? Praise like that and I'm ready to cry? Confusion swirls in my chest, and after a long moment, I stop touching myself. Panting, I lean up onto one elbow and meet Kristof's gaze.

He doesn't mention the tears.

"That is your last free orgasm. Your pussy belongs to me, and now I know how you tick. You will not come without my permission, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I whisper breathlessly, swallowing hard.

Kristof stands and unlocks the cage door, then he snaps his fingers and points at his feet.

Relief pulses through me, and I crawl out slowly. I've pleased him. This is good. It's a start. Maybe now, he'll start to believe I'm telling the truth when I say he doesn't need to do this.

I'd stay here willingly.

I crawl to his feet and then wait, unsure of what he expects next. He leans down and cups my shoulder, then guides me to my feet. I stand on trembling legs. Without a word, he leads me to the stone wall opposite the bed, and now that I"m closer, I can see several metal hooks embedded into the wall.

My heart jumps into my throat as he positions me in the center.

"You did well," he says, and my heart sings at the praise. He lifts one hand above my head, securing my wrist to the wall with a soft yet tight leather cuff that attaches to one of the metal hooks.

"But now it's time for your punishment."