9. ISABELLA

Chapter 9

ISABELLA

Three Nights Ago - Andrey's Apartment

Fuck, my shoulder aches from taking down Andrey. It was like trying to break through a solid brick wall. I should've used my other shoulder and not the already injured one to hit him with. But still, it was so worth it to see the look on the arrogant man's face.

"Only a few more floors, Isabella," I encourage myself as I drop onto the next balcony, then scream when a large muscular arm grabs me, spins me, and clamps around my waist. My eyes widen in shock. What the fuck!

"I think that's enough exercise for one night," Andrey hisses. His eyes are dark with anger. "As from this moment, and for the next two days, you will not see the outside of my apartment."

"Just let me go!" I tell him. "I'll disappear into the night, and you'll never find me."

"Oh, I'll find you, princess," Andrey assures me before dipping and, to my surprise, hoisting me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Time for your punishment."

"Put me down, you bastard," I hiss and start pounding his back, struggling.

Thwack! His hand hits my ass, and pain stings through it. "What the fuck!" I yell as he steps into the elevator. "Are you spanking me?"

Thwack! Another stinging slap hits me as the elevator starts to move. "Apologize for all the trouble you've caused me," Andrey demands.

"Fuck you!" I sneer.

I'm wiggling more now, trying to get away and keep the tears from my eyes. I've never had a hiding, and it fucking hurts. Thwack, thwack.

"That's because I have to ask you twice to apologize," Andrey tells me. "Now, do as you're told."

"Fuck off!" I yell and start hammering his back: Thwack, thwack, thwack. Tears now sting my eyes. "Stop it, you fucking asshole."

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack. "The count's going up, princess," Andrey warns, and the tears are now streaming down my cheeks.

"Please stop," I cry. "Please. I won't try to escape again tonight. I promise."

He gives me six thwacks as he steps out of the elevator and into his apartment. "Are we going for seven, princess?" Andrey walks down the hall and into a different room, where he dumps me on the bed and starts pulling off his belt.

Jesus, is he going to use the belt on me, and then, to my surprise, my clit throbs, and I can feel my pussy start to get wet. What the fuck? I swipe at the tears on my cheek as he pulls his belt from the hoops.

"Take off your clothes, princess," Andrey orders. His eyes are dark pools as he stares at me aloofly. " Don't make me ask again."

"I…" My throat is suddenly dry as I start to scoot to the side of the bed.

"Did I give you permission to move from the spot I put you?" Andrey's eyes narrow, and his voice has a dangerous lilt to it.

What the fuck! What the fuck! My heart starts hammering in my throat as I watch him look his belt over and hold it threateningly in his hands. My eyes widen in fear. Staying in the position I am, I kick the sneakers off and use my toes to pull off the socks.

Andrey stands staring at me, watching like a predator that's trapped its prey and now playing a sick game with it. I pull off the shirt, slide off the tights, and then sit watching him.

"All of it!" Andrey says.

"I…" I clear my throat. "Andrey, please, I'm sore and…" I flex my shoulder. "Tired. I'm so tired."

"Scaling a building will do that to you," Andrey states with no compassion. "If I have to help you get rid of the underwear…" His tone is threatening.

I swallow the lump of fear rising and quickly pull off the bra and then the panties. I immediately put an arm over my boobs and a hand over my pussy.

"Don't you dare cover yourself!" Andrey barks and moves like lightning across the space that separates us.

My fight and flight instincts kick in. I jump up as Andrey lunges, and I'm about to do a summersault, but he catches me mid-air, sits at the edge of the bed, and folds me over his lap.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I yell.

My ass is still on fire from the last whipping. I wiggle and struggle, but Andrey pushes me down. I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the sting on my burning ass, then thwack, thwack, thwack. He gives me three fast, hard slaps.

The tears come again while I wait for the next one, then nearly jump as his hand smooths over my burning butt cheeks, and to my horror, my pussy clenches, and clit does a little pulse. I can feel I'm getting wet again. What the hell?

His hands are both gently stroking my ass with his thumbs teasing my butt crack, and desire starts to curl in my belly once again. My breath catches when I feel Andrey move, and his lips trail over my still-inflamed butt. A whimper escapes my lips as he pulls my butt cheeks apart.

He runs his finger down the inside over my puckered hole and inserts it into my soaking wet pussy.

"Ahhhh," rumbles from my throat, and I press my butt up to give him better access to my entry. He starts to finger fuck me slowly. My hips move with his fingers. "Uh… uh.." My breath catches in my throat when he inserts another finger. "Oh, God, that feels incredible."

I stretch my hands, which were clamped by my face, toward the floor so I can push back on his fingers. My clit is rubbing against his thigh, and my ass is still stinging, but it's all swirling into a delicious hot vortex of desire pushing me toward ecstasy once again.

Holy shit, this man has turned me into some sort of sex addict BDSM bitch. I feel a twinge of disgust for what we're doing, and he shoves another finger inside me. Suddenly I don't care what kind of bitch he's turning me into. I'm panting for more.

I'll hate myself later, but right now, I want whatever's beyond this building sensation. It's unlike any of the other three times I've had sex now, or was it four? Fuck, who cares. I want Andrey to move his fingers harder and as deep as he can push them inside me.

He starts hammering his digits into my sensitive pussy, but the burning sensations from being tender from sex mixed with my sore ass is only heightening this delicious feeling. Holy fuck, if this is his punishment… I'm going to be naughty every day.

Wait! What? My mind is a complete mess, and my body's shutting it down as it takes control of my system. I'm rocking like I'm on a fucking seesaw pushing my pussy onto his fingers that are acting like three mini cocks pounding into me. My clit is rubbing against the roughness of his pants. I'm gaining a memento toward a mindblowing orgasm. "Oh, yes, Andrey. Oh yes, yes, yes." I start to see sparks. My breath catches in my throat, and I'm about to go up in fireworks.

Andrey withdraws his finger and throws me off his lap. I land with a thump on the floor on my tender ass. "What the fuck?" I yelp, feeling like I've been punched in the stomach as my body is aching and throbbing everywhere. I'm so desperate for release, like an addict looking for a fix, my hands shoot to my pussy, but Andrey's voice booms through the room.

"Stop!"

To my horror, I do. My breath catches in my throat, and a sob of frustration rips from it. "You're so cruel," I mumble between hiccups.

"And you're reckless." Andrey stands over me. He offers me his hand. "Stand up, princess."

"Why?" I swipe at the tears running down my cheeks. "So you can beat me some more?"

I see his face and his eyes narrowing dangerously. "I would never beat you," he rasps.

I hit his hand away and stand, fighting down the desire still making my body ache.

"Really?" I sneer, and I don't know why, but I can't stop the tears or little sobs shuddering through me. "My backside says otherwise."

"Isabella, you don't seem to understand what you did tonight." Andrey's voice is low and controlled. "You didn't only put yourself at risk but my men too." His eyes hold mine. "You've spent your life in a fortress with protection following you everywhere you go. There's a reason for that. Your father's enemies are some of the most ruthless bastards around. They'd think nothing of torturing you and then leaving your broken, battered body on the side of the road after they'd finished with you."

His words make my stomach lurch. "That's rather specific." I have no idea why. When opening my mouth, those are the words my brain decided to make my tongue form. "But then again, I guess that's just a Tuesday for you."

Way to go, Isabella lets keep poking at the ten-foot-fucking grizzly bear. But I'm still smarting from an ass-whooping and being teased to the point of no return, only to find that's because you don't return to normal—you get dumped into painful reality.

Andrey's jaw clenches, and his eyes flicker, but he keeps his imposing stance. "Have a shower and then get into bed."

"Fuck you!" I say, then try to move past him, but he grabs my wrists.

"I gave you an order, princess." Andrey's eyes narrow dangerously. "I suggest you follow it. There will be no more childish outbreaks or rebellious tantrums."

"Let go of me, you brute!" I yell at him, trying to yank my wrist from his hand. "I'll go to my room and shower, then get into bed like a good little girl—happy?"

"You will shower here in my shower and then sleep in my bed," Andrey commands. "Where you'll sleep every night from here on out." His eyes rake my naked body, sending a shiver down my spine. "Just to make sure you stay where you're supposed to be." He bends down and picks up my clothes. "You'll stay naked until I bring you clothes in the morning."

"You can't do that!" I yell at him in disbelief. "You fucking pervert!" Yes, that's the way to do it. Yell and scream like a petulant child—that will show him. To add a little more threat to my tantrum, I add. "You'll be sorry."

"Not as sorry as I'd be if anything happened to you or my men because of you," Andrey lobs back, making me feel really, really, really small. Like smaller than Smurf small, and I go quiet.

"Then you should've thought of that before you kidnapped me and forced me to come home with you," I sneer. Now I know my brain and mouth have gone out of sync because my brain is cringing and trying not to take any responsibility for my runaway tongue at the moment. "I hate you and everything you stand for."

"That's not what your body tells me. Every time I touch you, I can feel how your body craves mine." Andrey lifts an annoying eyebrow, looking at me knowingly.

"You can hate someone and still want to fuck them," I say crudely, not sure if those words came out of my mouth or is there was someone else in the room sprouting them. "And, of course, you're going to know how to control someone with sex, especially someone like me who's never had it before. All these sensations and what's happened to me today have been overwhelming my system and then my senses," I point out.

I see something flicker in his eyes that looks like a hint of guilt, so I drive it home. "It's like an allergy. I have no control over how my body reacts to certain things. It's an involuntary reaction to a stimulus that affects my system. That's all you are, a big allergy!"

His shoulders stiffen. "I'll be back in two hours," Andrey says through clenched teeth. "You'd better be showered and in bed asleep when I'm back."

"Are you sure?" For the love of God, shut the fuck up, Isabella , nope, my tongue just carries on going. "You don't want me sitting up, wagging my tail, and panting when you walk through the door?"

I see him flinch. "Be very careful, Isabella," Andrey warns. "You're right. You've had an overwhelming day, and I made it worse by doling out your punishment that way. But trust me, if you were anyone else, the punishment you'd received for the stunt you pulled tonight would've been a lot more than a hot ass and sexual frustration."

"So my punishment is humiliation and forcing your control on me." I look at him in disgust.

I know I'm projecting my own shame on him because, in some sick, twisted way, I'd like it. It had turned me on! And that sickens me to the core. I'm not like him.

"Your BDSM sick little games? What's my next lesson? Making me crawl on my hands and knees to beg you like a pet? Is that going to be my punishment?" I straighten my shoulders, not caring that I'm naked. He's seen me now. "Then rather punish me like you do everyone else. Because it's bad enough, I've been condemned to living with a monster in the underworld. I'll die before I let you turn what's left of my soul into you !"

His hand snakes out in a flash, grabbing my chin and twisting it painfully up to keep eye contact. "The punishment you receive, princess, wasn't about my control." His eyes bore into mine. "It was about yours!" He squeezes my chin so hard I fear he's going to break my jawbone, but I stand my ground. "You could've got away tonight. I never expected what you pulled off. The reason you didn't was because you have no control, Isabella."

"So giving me a hiding, finger fucking me to the edge, and then throwing me on my ass is your way of teaching me to control myself?" I snort. My mind is screaming, you fucking idiot, back down. But something more profound, darker, is now driving me on and has control of my fucking loose tongue. "Is that how you learned control? Because that's a pretty fucked up way to learn discipline."

"You wouldn't survive the training I went through." Andrey's voice is low. "Nor do I have time to give you a lifetime's worth of training." His eyes narrow. "You've shown me you've had some training, but obviously, your father wasn't hard enough on you because you still let your emotions lead you."

"It happens when a person has a heart ," I sneer. "An affliction I'm sure has never bothered you."

"I have a heart, Isabella," Andrey assures me. "Or you wouldn't have gotten off so lightly tonight." He abruptly lets go of my chin. "Shower and then bed. I'll be back in two hours."

With that, Andrey spins and strides—strides like nothing happened, out the door with my clothes beneath his arm, then calmly pulls it closed behind him. This time, he doesn't lock it. My first thought is this is a test. My second thought is, do I go through that door and make a dash for it? A shiver runs up my spine.

Fuck, I'm naked. I turned towards Andrey's closet. I'm sure I can use something in his wardrobe. I'm about to walk toward the closet, and my foot kicks one of the sneakers I was wearing. Oh great, at least I have shoes!

I pick them up to straighten them and hide them beneath the bed. I'm not sure why I'm obsessed with keeping the shoes hidden when I have nothing to cover the rest of me. One sneaker is heavier than the other. My pocket knife! I'm about to fish it from the shoe, and I remember I don't have any place to hide it.

I leave it in the sneaker and push it beneath the bed. My knife could come in handy. I have a shower and wrap a fluffy towel around me. I use the brush on the bathroom counter to brush my knotty hair out.

There's no skin care cream or… Shit! I look at my eyes. I can't sleep with contacts in. I put my contact lens kit and my glasses in my purse. I walk into the room and look at the door—my purse is in the other room. There are also travel-size bottles of my skin cream and deodorant in it.

I hesitate, staring at the bedroom door for a few seconds. I glance down at the large towel wrapped around me that covers me down to just above my knee. I should be alright with this; I just need to get the purse and run back here.

I open the door, quietly sneak into the hallway, and then run to the room I was in. I open the door, step inside, and see my purse has been moved to the dressers. I reach out, my fingers close around it when a hand grips my wrist, and I scream in fright!