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I trust him with my life.
The toy doesn’t move. It remains steadfast between my legs while Ruslan’s warm, tough palm caresses my thigh as if he’s soothing me. Back and forth he strokes as pleasure coils hot and low in my gut. I rock my hips back and forth, grinding against the head of the toy while moaning, and my orgasm crests.
Then, suddenly, the toy is gone.
Its absence leaves a sudden hollow sensation in my gut and I whine, frustrated as that warm orgasm fades from my mind at the abrupt end to my stimulation.
“Ruslan!”
The toy returns, and the game begins. He reads my body like a book and plays me like an instrument. Every single time my orgasm gets close, he removes the toy and leaves me writhing on the bed, thrusting my hips against the air in desperation for a touch of contact. To make matters worse, he slathers something across my nipples. A gel of some kind that’s cool to the touch but the longer it rests on my skin, the warmer it gets.
Soon, it’s so warm that my nipples are tingling with an overwhelming sensation, craving a touch to soothe that tingling but I can’t reach. Back and forth I toss my head, straining against my restraints as my nipples cry out for just a touch, a swipe of contact to soothe the ache.
Nothing comes.
Just like I don’t.
Ruslan doesn’t stop with the toy and I lose track of how many times he brings me close to orgasm only to ruin it by removing the toy or turning the vibrations down so low that there’s barely anything there. The longer this goes on for, the more my frustration builds until my own mind gets in the way of my pleasure.
Ruslan is torturing me.
But that safe word doesn’t leave my lips. I trust him and I’m determined to beat him.
“Two hours,” Ruslan says suddenly and his voice thrills me, pulling a smile from me. “Two hours we’ve played this game.”
“Two hours is nothing,” I gasp as the toy returns to my clit. “Ahh— easy.”
“Easy?” Ruslan chuckles softly, his voice low. “We’ll see about that.”
Something soft loops around my thigh and tightens, then Ruslan’s hand vanishes but the toy remains pressed between my lips and against my clit. Just as hope rises in my chest, he turns the toy to the lowest setting and a pit of disappointment opens in my gut.
Something clips and then two dollops of the gel he applied earlier lands on my nipples, then his breath tickles my cheek as he leans in close.
“I’ll be back in one hour,” he murmurs. “If by some miracle, you’ve come by then, I’ll spank you so raw, you won’t be able to walk. Now be a good girl and stay there for me.”
25
RUSLAN
Ivy’s whimpers and moans rise from the phone on the counter next to me while I brew my coffee, my attention glued to her.
Asking her to trust me was a big step, but if I have any chance of keeping her with me, and alive, then she needs to commit. Sure, I could have taken her out for a hike and manufactured some crazy scenarios where she’d have no choice but to trust me, but this is better. This is her giving herself over to me in a way she enjoys, trusting me and yet still maintaining some control for herself.
The coffee brews quietly and I lean on the counter, watching as she writhes back and forth on the bed and yelps. Her bindings remain in place and the toy is a constant between her legs.
Will she be able to restrain herself? Or will she fail and give herself over to the pleasure?
“Ruslan?”
The sudden, deep, booming voice of Bradley makes me jump, and I quickly mute my phone, redirecting the audio to my earpiece so I can still hear Ivy if she uses her safe word.
“Bradley?” I turn and flash him a surprised smile that immediately melts into concern at his black eye. “Shit, what happened? When did you get back?”
Bradley, as ever, makes the kitchen feel ten times smaller as he walks inside and dumps his bag on the island counter. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“I would.”
He shakes his head and heads straight for the fridge, pulling out a beer that he opens with the twist of his wrist. Three gulps later and the bottle is almost empty. Bradley is a tall, broad-shouldered man with a muscular physique. I can’t imagine anyone getting close enough to give him a black eye.
