Semua Bab Crimson vows : Bab 21 - Bab 27

Anya’s POVNikolai walks back to me. The red light catches metal in his hand and the silver glints. My heart stops. He holds two small clamps connected by a thin chain. Nipple clamps, I know what the thing is. I move my head sideways. “No. Please.”He does not answer. He stands in front of me. His fingers pinch my left nipple hard. It hardens fast and pain shoots all over me. He opens the clamp and closes it around the nipple. It was a sharp bite and fire. I scream. “Fuck! It hurts!” My body jerks. The chain from the ceiling pulls my arms. My tears run hot.He does the right nipple; same pinch, same clamp, same bite. The pain is worse. Both nipples throb. The chain between them swings, every small move tugs. More pain. I sob. “Take them off. Please.”He tugs the chain light. Pleasure shoots directly to my pussy, my clit pulses and I dislike it. My pussy is wet, dripping but empty.He takes the vibrator again, black and thick. He turns it on high and presses it hard on my clit. The buz

Anya’s POVThe terrace stone is freezing under my knees even though the sun is high. Nikolai sits calm in his chair, one hand loose on the chain clipped to my collar. The short gray dress clings to my skin, I am not wearing any underwear. My pussy still throbs from the morning denial; empty, swollen and aching. Every small shift of my thighs rubs the sensitive skin together. Wetness slicks my inner thighs. I hate my body for it but I hate him more. I would feel better if I could smack that smug smirk off his face.The gate opens with a low mechanical groan. A black car rolls slowly. It is unmarked and has no flags, no escort. It stops twenty meters away. The driver’s door opens and my father steps out.Dimitri Volkov.He is putting on a gray suit. His silver hair thinner than I remember, his face is lined and his eyes, sharp.My heart slams against my ribs so hard it hurts to breathe. Father. The man who signed the papers, the man who handed me over like a receipt. Now here, walking t

Anya’s POVThe door shuts behind Nikolai with a soft click as the lock turns and then silence crashes in.I lie on my back in the middle of the wide bed, naked. The sheet is tangled around my legs. My skin still feels hot from the steam bath, from his body pressed against mine, from the way he moved inside me. Slow and deep. Not brutal, not punishing. Almost… careful.I stare at the ceiling. It is white and smooth. Has no cracks, no patterns, just blank white stretching forever. My chest rises and falls too fast. My nipples are still sensitive from the steam and his mouth. My pussy aches in a different way now; not the sharp, denied throb from earlier, but a heavy, satisfied soreness. He let me come. Finally and hard making me scream. Still can't believe I screamed his name. My thighs are slick with both of us. His cum leaks slow out of me onto the sheet and I feel it; warm and sticky. Mine and his.I should hate this. I do hate this but tonight was different. He was totally different