Evgeni (Siberian Ambush Book 1) (8 page)

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With his first lesson taught, Evi walked around to the front of the horse and probed her vulnerable mouth with the leather handle of the flogger. Even with the ring behind her teeth, Celia made an effort to simulate fellatio on the handle, her tongue awkwardly licking the stiff hilt. Her wholehearted attempt pleased him so he gently patted the crown of her head.

“That’s a good girl,” Evi devilishly cooed. The defiance flashing in her gaze thrilled him, made his chest tighten and groin quiver.

He returned the flogger to the tray and picked up a slim purple vibrator. Circling her, he flicked every clothespin he passed, paying special attention to the pair clamping her nipples. He knew that each flick was sending intense shards of pain through her body and probably making her clit pulse.

“What’s this? Are you wet for me?” Evi asked, standing behind her and gazing between her spread legs.

As she processed his statement, he watched the embarrassed clench of her thighs and toes. He suddenly wished he had more time with her so he could teach her that there was no shame in her body’s reaction to his treatment.

Evi tenderly probed her sex, widening the lips with splayed fingers before forcefully sliding the vibrator into her passage. Celia bucked, and Evi brought his flattened palm down upon the crest of her ass, leaving a fiery warning imprint.

“Are you going to move again?”

“No,” Celia managed to say, holding her body as still as possible.

“Good girl,” Evi murmured, starting to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy. After a few thrusts, he twisted the controller at the bottom end, choosing a medium setting that was fast enough to arouse but not quite speedy enough to make her climax. His hand rested on her bottom, and he could feel her muscles contracting as she fought to control her body.

If her physical condition was any indicator of her stamina, he would have to up his game.

Leaving the vibrator safely tucked inside her channel, he spread her ass, delving into the fissure. With a pointed finger, he swiped the tight aperture hidden there, and Celia gasped and rocked with surprise. Again his hand clapped her cheek while his finger circled and probed. Straightening, Evi smeared a little of her own pussy nectar onto the puckered rosebud.

No fool, Celia moaned in objection but remained perfectly still.

“Do you want me to stop?” Evi questioned as his finger gently prodded her virgin bottom. He could tell it was uncharted territory by the way it proved difficult to penetrate, and the way she tensed so rigidly.

When there was no reply, he continued. So as not to cause any unnecessary pain, Evi moved at a snail’s pace, allowing her to adjust to the feeling of intrusion. After some time, he squirted a dollop of lubricant onto her skin and worked his fingers through it before slipping a second finger into her anus, spreading the fingers a few millimeters at a time to prepare her for what he intended to place there next.

With the fingers of one hand buried to the knuckle, he used the other to move the vibrator in and out of her. Her heavy breathing spurred his actions and soon she was pushing back against him to encourage his fingering. Evi knew that she was ready for the next step.

First, though, he had to punish her for moving. After doling out yet another round of hand spanking that left her bottom rosy red, he withdrew his fingers. He chose the thinnest tapered anal plug from the tray and slathered the black rubber with clear lubricant before pushing it into the space his fingers had occupied. Thrusting the plug in and out, he widened her slightly more pliant rosebud.

Though she managed to restrict her movement, Celia failed to control the primal sounds radiating from her mouth. He knew the vibrator shaking inside her pussy had mitigated the discomfort caused by the anal intrusion, making the entire experience unbelievably pleasurable.

After the smaller plug failed to incite any further moans, Evi switched to a thicker one, slathering lube on its red shaft before stabbing it into her bottom. The remotely controlled vibrator embedded in its center elicited a cry of surprise and a tiny jump from Celia when it began to buzz inside her. Rather than his hands or a flogger, Evi used a wooden ruler to apply punishment for her movement, striking the backs of her thighs a few times. Skin stinging, she growled.

But it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to see her writhe, to fight for control. He had to know how far he could push her. Would she be willing to orgasm and accept his punishment, which was bound to be more painful, or would she beg for mercy and utter the safe word? It all boiled down to how badly she wanted the blade. Surely if it were only for money, she wouldn’t risk the pain.

He grabbed a small bullet vibrator from the tray, dialed up the vibration on the wireless remote and pressed it against her swollen clitoris. Instantly, Celia screeched, her spine stretching, her nose pointed toward the sky. Using his free hand, Evi incessantly smacked her thighs with the ruler, the loud cracks ricocheting off the walls. Still, she spasmodically clenched and panted.

Insane with lust at the helpless sight before him, Evi snatched the purple vibrator from her pussy and shoved his bare cock right into her, suddenly very glad he’d had the horse built to accommodate his height. Slick with her arousal, his cock was squeezed by her strong inner muscles. Every second that she succeeded in holding her orgasm at bay was another second that he was in absolute ecstasy. With each swing of the ruler, his dick throbbed inside her. The fact that she hadn’t yet uttered the safe word convinced him that she was enjoying this just as much as he. He would give her ultimate pleasure yet.

“Don’t come without my permission,” he barked, secretly wishing she would climax right then. The prospect of handing out another punishment drove him almost to the point of delirium.

“Please,” she begged, the word mangled by the ring in her mouth. “Please!”

“Say topaz, Celia. Say it and I’ll let you come without repercussion.”

Shaking her head, Celia refused to submit. Evi discarded the ruler and reached around to her front, yanking the clothespins from her nipples and making her screech. Still, he continued pumping into her with punishing speed and depth.

“Say topaz, Celia! Topaz! Say it!”

“NO!”

Convulsing, Celia came hard, a guttural scream roaring from her mouth. Evi kept the bullet pressed against her clit and in combination with the anal vibration and vaginal fucking, she came again.

He forced one more orgasm from her contorted body before finally showing mercy and dropping the bullet vibrator. Very slowly, he removed his rock-hard penis and then the anal plug. She shivered at the latter’s removal.

As he walked back to the front of the spanking horse, his cock stood at attention, her juices running down the shaft and gathering in his pubic hair. He snatched the clothespins from her body and she shivered with each. Lifting her sagging head, he shoved his shiny cock toward her mouth.

“I want you to suck it clean,” he sternly ordered.

She contritely complied, brushing her velvety tongue up and down his shaft, removing her cream from his skin. When he was clean, he reluctantly pulled free from her mouth, deciding to delay his pleasure.

Staring at his selection of punishing implements, he made a choice and grasped the leather handle of a schoolmaster’s cane. Settling on a total of ten whacks—two per orgasm and another four for all the times she had moved or spoken—he made sure Celia saw the cane’s width and length before he moved out of her line of sight.

With the well-practiced swing of a disciplinarian, Evi popped Celia’s already red ass, paused a mere three seconds and delivered a second whack. Celia, still shuddering with post-orgasm bliss, bore the initial whacks without visible signs of pain. Breathing deeply, she accepted the cane’s kiss against her bottom.

Pleased by her reaction to the caning, Evi reserved the final whacks for the extremely sensitive soles of her feet, doling out two whacks on each arch. Bright red stripes marred her skin, trophies of endurance that Celia would bear for weeks to come as they deepened to purple, lightened to yellow and finally faded.

The cane clattered as Evi tossed it onto the tray. As he removed the ring gag from Celia’s mouth, her teary blue eyes met his. He expected a verbal assailing or, at the very least, a true witch’s curse. But the words that left her lips simultaneously thrilled and unsettled him.

“Thank you.”

Chapter Nine

Celia couldn’t believe she’d said that. The words had just tumbled out of her mouth. Even though it teetered on the verge of deranged, it had felt
good
to be punished, although not for the reasons Evi had intended.

Those throbbing, stinging welts rising on her skin were like external symbols of the anguish within her. All the pain cloistered in the farthest chasms of her mind and soul—her mother’s car accident, Homer’s murder, her father ruining the family and his cowardly suicide, the disease ravaging her sister, resenting her forgotten dreams and the life she had abandoned to provide for and protect her sister. The realization that the training regimen and lifestyle required for this business had ruined any chance of her ever having a normal life—all of it had welled to the surface with each of Evi’s whacks.

Relief saturated her muscles and mind as she finally released that torment and resentment.

Locking eyes with Evi, she felt a bit silly and childish, but his expression was anything but condescending. His thumb gently swiped the tears from her cheeks and he sponged her face with the towel. Brushing his knuckles against her face, Evi uncuffed her wrists, bringing them to his mouth and placing light kisses on the pulse points. He unlocked her shackled ankles and kneaded her tender arches.

Relaxing, Celia purred and stretched, reveling in her freedom. Behind her, Evi nibbled her shoulder blade, coaxing a languid sigh from her lips. His left hand planted on her hip, he slid the right along the curve of her belly, up her rib cage and between her breasts before turning her chin to the left. Timidly, their lips met, hers wet and ready, his dry and nervous. It was an awkward position and Celia craved more contact.

Swinging her right leg over the horse, she broke the kiss and dismounted. Evi wrapped his arms around her, drawing her tightly against his chest. Rising on tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his and daringly pushed her tongue between them. As she ravished his mouth, her fingers curled in his short hair, forcing his face to stay exactly where she wanted it. She released him to slide her hands down his sides, finding his taut ass. She grabbed two handfuls and Evi groaned, impatiently jerking his pelvis against hers, stabbing her navel with the head of his cock.

The upper hand firmly established, Celia placed her palms against his chest and shoved, knocking him against the wall. Turning her back, she strode across the room, each step burning as the welts on her arches stretched. She paused in front of the same chair from which he had earlier issued his orders. Smirking, she sank into the roomy chair, allowing the cool leather to soothe her sore bottom and thighs.

An amber gleam caught her eye and she noticed the blade sitting on the books next to the chair. Grasping the hilt, she lifted it in front of her face and ran her finger down the center of the knife, the topaz stone cold and smooth.

Cautiously, Evi moved away from the spanking horse, edging the bed until he stood opposite her. The irony did not escape her.

Smiling deviously, Celia pointed the blade at him. “On your knees.”

Recoiling, Evi frowned and started to protest. His eyes were the most otherworldly shade of amber now and practically glowed. She sensed that vicious beast inside him wanted to be set free. To maul her? To fuck her? To mate her? She couldn’t quite be sure.

After a short reconsideration, a faint smile twitched the corners of his mouth and he nodded demurely. “All right.”

Sinking to his knees, he waited for Celia’s next instruction. She noted the space of a dozen feet between them. “I want you to crawl to me.”

And he did. On all fours, he stopped less than a foot from her. Turgid and flushed, his erection stabbed at his navel, visibly palpitating as blood rushed to fill it. Her left sole still ached so she did what any woman would in that position—she shoved it against his mouth, forcing him to kiss the red stripe. Without further instruction, Evi lapped at her foot, paying special attention to the swollen arch before suckling her toes.

Quite ticklish, Celia held her giggles in check, allowing herself to acclimate to the odd sensation of a tongue on her foot. Soon, each lick seemed to correspond to her thrumming clitoris.

Roiled by lust, Celia removed her foot from his mouth and beckoned him closer. She leaned back, widening her legs and revealing the slick lips of her sex. “Lick my pussy, Evi.”

“
Da
.”

Grabbing her feet, he lifted them and hooked her knees over his shoulders. Using broad swipes, he licked first the right labia and then left, alternating between them as she hissed with pleasure. When he prodded her sopping crevice, she dropped the blade on the floor and gripped the armrests. In a simulation of the sex act, he used his tongue to thrust into her.

Licking the length of her slit, Evi concentrated on her crimson bud. He coaxed it with suckling and twirling, sending Celia into a frenzied, panting state. When he sucked her clit between his lips, she thought she would come right then but squeezed her intimate muscles and held her breath, refusing to climax yet.

With a rough shove, she broke Evi’s hold on her. She slid down the cushion and onto his straining cock, her tender ass resting on his bent thighs, his coarse hairs simultaneously irritating and stimulating the inflamed skin. Legs wrapped around his waist, she planted her palms on the chair cushion behind her, using it as a foundation for her rocking motions. Evi’s mouth found her neck and breasts, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Friction built between their rubbing genitals, but even as deliciously naughty as the position was, it just didn’t give Celia enough control. She was greedy for more domination.