He’s flipped that internal switch again, suddenly ablaze with an array of emotions too obscure to name outright.
“You’ve ruined everything,” he tells me, his eyes darker than ever. Furious. Resigned. Terrifying. As I stiffen, he caresses my jaw, his expression pained. “You give me a taste of what it could be like… How could I not want more?”
“Huh?”
He leans in without explanation, taking my mouth with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I cling to him, buffeted back as he surges forward. Without warning, he shoves me down, forcing me onto my back.
I look up at him, dazed, my throat tightening as he reaches for his pants, easily tugging them open. Fire shoots through me, and my brain goes blank as my legs spread apart. Only a frantic warning at the back of my mind makes me gasp out, “Wait—”
“You feel it, don’t you?” he inquires with that smug confidence as he rips his pants down his legs and frees his cock from the boxers beneath. My teeth seize my bottom lip at the sight. He’s erect, his piercing gleaming, precum wetting the pulsating crown.
So beautiful.
And dangerous. I recognize that look in his eye. That cold, calculating expression. The same one he sported after tormenting me with the silver toy and locking me in the pillory.
Punishing.
“You feel it,” he repeats too quickly for my sluggish brain to keep up. “This…rightness. Don’t you?”
I nod—anything to keep him pleasuring himself with those firm, confident strokes. Only belatedly do I register his words and the husky way he delivered them. Like a prayer. Something sacred he doesn’t confess lightly.
Only in worship. Reverence. Desperation.
“Vadim…” My brain swims as I try to sit up and muster my tongue into forming some semblance of coherence. “We need to talk about this—”
He moves, cutting me off as he leans over me, bringing his pelvis dangerously close to the heat building between my legs. I writhe shamelessly, forgetting my train of thought all over again. But it’s important, I think. Something about boundaries. Reinforcing them. And if I don’t…
Things will go way too far.
“No relationship,” I insist as I arch my hips to meet his anyway. But he pulls back. My wrists are in his grasp before I know it. He spreads them apart, forcing my arms above my head. Suddenly, a firm pressure replaces his grip over my left wrist, and I hear a subtle snap! Dazed, I crane my neck back and find a strap of leather tethering that arm to the bed.
“W-What are you—”
Snap! My other wrist is immobile as well, impossible to move.
Alarmed, I look down, too stunned to fully process my predicament. Manacled again? “Vadim...”
He shifts his weight, settling between my legs, but his eyes hold my attention this time, even as my body radiates with his nearness. He’s never looked clearer, more intense. Intent. Like a dog insistent on having his bone, no matter the cost.
“So beautiful,” he praises, sweeping his gaze along the length of me. I nearly jump out of my skin as he strokes his thumb down my chest. Even through the fabric of another one of his borrowed shirts, my skin ignites. “I had everything planned, but you.”
I mull over that calculating term. Planned? Desperate to regain my focus, I experimentally tug my arms.
“You won’t get free,” he tells me as he stands, leaving a gaping absence where his heat used to be. “They are custom made from a craftsman in Germany. Specifically designed for your measurements. I can assure you that both are of the highest quality and designed to be tamper-proof.”
I frown as my gaze fixates on his cock, my body quivering. “Why tie me up?”
His smile…
It steals my breath in a startled gasp as an ominous pressure begins to build in my belly. Lust, fed by this despite my own insistence. Aware of every tendril of heat, a devious gleam sets his dark eyes alight, making them glow. He’s more beautiful than ever.
“I aim to convince you to change your mind,” he says. “I respect your concerns. I do. But I do not think I should let you cling to them without hearing my perspective.”
He releases his cock, and I bite back a groan. What an amazing perspective.
Snap out of it, Tiffy! Sex isn’t the only defining factor of a relationship. If it were, we’d be golden. But there’s so much more.
“I can’t be a mother,” I tell him, jumping right to the heart of the matter. “Helping you keep her is as far as I can go. No more. I can’t. You know why. Please respect that.”
His expression falls flat, and it’s a double-edged sword. Some of the lust churning my thoughts to mush dissipates—but in return, guilt descends like a sucker punch. The man has me tied to a bed, but the idea of disappointing him alarms me more than anything else. Maybe because he’s being open for once, hiding nothing from me.
Not even his pain.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He turns away, shielding his expression, and I strain my binds, my legs flailing.
“Wait! Don’t go!”
He leaves anyway, slipping through the doorway without a second glance. Before I can even panic, he’s back, and in his hands is an object that makes my eyes go wide.
And my stomach drops right through the floor.
“No,” I whisper, in panicked horror. Flailing, I strain at my binds to no avail, my voice rising in pitch. “No… Don’t.”
Heedless of my pleas, he stalks forward, brandishing the object that makes me gasp, partly terrified, partly…excited. It’s a silver dildo, similar to the remote-controlled one. But larger. Longer. Thicker.
I clamp my knees together as he advances toward the bed, shaking my head.
“No. No. Vadim!”
The bastard doesn’t wrench my legs apart like a brute. He caresses me instead, smoothing his
