Despite her apparent compliance with his commands and actions, Arkady could feel her tenseness as his hands slid along her shoulders and arms. He lifted one hand to her throat, caressing the silken flesh as he continued to kiss along her face and neck.
"Dominance and submission isn't about enslavement or having someone captive to your will," he whispered as he nibbled along her ear. "A good relationship is based on trust and open communication. In many relationships, there is someone bigger, stronger, more wealthy..."
His hand moved from her throat to a breast, cupping it as he stroked the nipple with his thumb. "Such things generally denote power, and the ability to protect or dominate one's partner." His other hand moved down to Nadezsha's own hands, pressing them against himself further. Her fingers wiggled, and she kneaded her palm against his semi-erect penis.
"But there are other forms of power," he added as he wiggled against her before backing away. "And strengths that manifest themselves in ways that can provide the greater advantage."
She wondered where he was going with all this. Was he horny or not? Because she knew she sure as hell was, and simply wanted him to toss her onto the bed and fuck her. Whatever game he wanted to play, she would not submit to him, at least not completely. First, she needed to see what he was playing at here.
"I want you to stand still, and simply pay attention to what I do." she heard him whisper. His fingers brushed along her shoulder and down her arm. Her nipples were hard, and she felt him brush past her breasts, lightly cupping one but avoiding the firm bud.
"You ache for my touch," he growled softly into her ear. She whimpered and nodded. His hands continued their slow, gentle assault along her body. Dancing along her ribcage, sliding down her belly and sides, reaching down to her rear end and back up her spine. Whenever he drew away, she tingled in his absence. In the distance, she could hear traffic if she strained to hear above the music he'd put on. His voice broke through the notes at pleasing intervals, thick Russian sliding past his lips like honey.
His hand returned to her front, going past her navel, fingers brushing along the dark curls above her heated womanhood. God, if he would just put his fingers in her, damnit. Standing here, unmoving while he touched and teased her... fuck, he was just too good at this.
"Spread your legs," he commanded. She immediately obeyed, and bit her lip when his fingertips brushed along her labia. Nadezsha was unable to stop her hips from rolling a bit against his hand, and she could almost swear she felt him smirking when he pulled his hand away.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he demanded. "You want my cock inside of you, pounding away at you, filling you up..."
"Yes," she whimpered. His touch had ignited her, and she could feel the slickness of arousal as she shifted around on her feet. She shivered as she felt his hand again, a finger probing into her, sliding up and down her slit before wiggling a few times against her clit.
"Arkady..."
"Yes. You say my name with so much raw need," Arkady replied in a purr. His finger slid into her up to the first knuckle. She curled her toes against her shoes. "You are hot and wet. Your body is ready."
"Damnit, Arkady."
He slid in another knuckle, wiggling his finger around several times before withdrawing. She heard the rustle of fabric before something hit the floor.
"On your knees," he commanded. Again, she complied, though it was easier said than done in her stilettos. He reached out with a steadying hand, and once she was situated, she felt something press against her lips.
"I am ready, as well. Feel it," he said, and she moved her head, lips brushing against the tip of his penis. She placed a kiss at the tip before scooting forward, rubbing her cheek against it, feeling its warm firmness as she inhaled the clean, musky scent of his sex. Lovingly, she kissed and nuzzled the engorged organ she'd become familiar with, making purring noises.
"Cheeky minx," she heard him chuckle. "Take it into your mouth."
She kissed her way back to the tip before taking him in, her soft moan reverberating through his flesh as she took in more. She felt fingers tangle into her hair, and he guided her into a gentle bob. Her tongue laved along his length as she pleasured him, feeling the head of his thick shaft press against the back of her throat with every downward motion of her mouth. After several minutes, she felt him slowly pull her head back, disengaging her from his cock.
She licked her lips and flexed her jaw a few times. "Stand up," she heard him say. Taking a slow breath, she tried to keep herself steady as she lifted one knee. This time he did not offer her assistance, but she did not doubt he was watching her closely. Doing her best with her arms restrained behind her back, she wobbled but managed to not fall as she positioned herself on her two feet.
"That was not easy, was it?" he asked. She shook her head.
"You put in a good effort nonetheless." He sounded pleased. "You do look absolutely fantastic in those shoes, though." She caught the scent of his cologne before feeling his hand on her hip. Suddenly, she was aware of the warmth radiating from his body, his chest less than an inch from her own. Something warm and hard brushed against her stomach, and instinctively, she moved toward it. He did not stop her, and pulled her into a tight embrace, emphasizing the fact that he was naked.
Reaching around, he grabbed the tie that dangled from the knot around her wrists, and gave a quick tug. She felt the slackness as he loosed his tie from her forearms, and instinctively she brought them forward, resting her hands on his upper arms, feeling the flex of his muscles.
"As soon as you are unbound, you reach for me," Arkady observed as he nibbled along her ear, running his hands down her arms. She felt his lips against her forehead. "Oh, Nadezsha." His hand slid down to find and tease her again, two fingers working their way inside of her as she arched around within his embrace, his other arm firmly around her back. She became lost in the scent and feel of him, her body flexing and twisting against his own, clenching around him as she felt the flex of his forearm against the small of her back. Her fingers dug into his arms as his fingers curled against her g-spot, and she whined out his name in desperation.
"You desire for this teasing to be over, yes?" he growled.
"Damn you, Arkady."
His fingers slid out of her, and he picked her up, tossing her onto the bed before he guided her onto her hands and knees, plunging into her in one swift thrust, her aching womanhood slick with want, offering him easy admission despite her tightness.
He was ruthless, seemingly intent on pounding her right into the bed, his balls slapping against her as he speared her over and over, the delicious friction having her gasping and shrieking. All the teasing and anticipation had left her highly sensitized to his sensual assault. After he sated himself, she collapsed on the bed, and she felt him slide the blindfold off.
She blinked several times, getting used to the light as Arkady came into focus, leaning over her, several strands of loose golden hair framing his face as he looked down at her.
"See what giving yourself over to me does for you," he said as he placed a kiss on her temple, cupping her face with his hand as he did so. "Surrender to the pleasures I have to offer, and you will not be disappointed," he promised.
She remembered how all too easily she'd obeyed his commands before. Naked, in stilettos, her arms bound behind her, she had responded to every order almost without thinking, and she remained silent under her lover's scrutiny. She shifted around as she stretched her legs.
As she rolled over, she felt the necklace slide along her collar bone. Reaching up, she felt the diamonds and emeralds set amidst the fine metalwork.
What had started out as a simple bargain was shaping up to more, and to a level that Nadezsha had never anticipated. Every time she tried to assert or maintain control, he had some way to one-up her. He truly was a formidable opponent, and if she were to make any headway against him, she would need to develop inner strengths, like the ones he'd been inferring to earlier.
"Are you well, my love?" she heard him ask. She looked back at him and nodded quickly.
"Yeah. Um, I was just thinking." She rolled away from him and climbed off the bed, pulling on the robe that was slung over the side of the bed. "I need to take these shoes off, my feet have had just about enough of them, as pretty as they are."
"Go ahead," he asserted. He was silent for a moment before he rose off the bed, pulling on a pair of lounge pants. She sighed softly as she rested the soles of her bare feet on the carpet, wiggling her toes. Her pussy still tingled from his attentions, and Nadezsha had to remind herself again to not give in to his games.
She went out to the living room, turning on the television as she stretched out on the couch with one of the blankets, replaying the events of the evening. Dinner, theater, sex. All in all a pretty pleasant night, actually. How many women would gladly allow a rich, handsome man to tie them up and tease them? Losing herself in the dialogue of the television, she did not hear Arkady move quietly, and opened her eyes when he lifted her legs so that he could sit on the other side of the sofa, draping her legs across his lap.
