POV: DIMITRI Dimitri stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, a glass of scotch in hand, watching the sun set over the city he controlled.
His city.
His empire.
His world.
And soon, his woman would walk through that door….desperate, aching, ready to break.
He’d been hard since the video call this afternoon.
Since watching her finger herself in that office, surrounded by people who had no idea their boss was falling apart.
The power of it, the control, had been intoxicating.
But it was nothing compared to what he had planned for tonight.
The elevator dinged.
He didn’t turn around.
Just sipped his scotch and waited.
He heard her footsteps…those expensive heels he’d bought her clicking against the marble…hesitant, uncertain.
“Strip,” he said, his back still to her.
“Everything.
Leave it by the elevator.” Silence.
Then the soft rustle of fabric.
The click of heels being removed.
The whisper of silk hitting the floor.
When he finally turned, she stood naked in his living room, her arms crossed over her breasts, her eyes downcast, her body trembling.
Beautiful.
Vulnerable.
His.
“Arms at your sides.” She dropped them, exposing herself fully.
He took his time looking.
Drinking in every curve, every line, every inch of skin that belonged to him.
Her breasts were full and perfect, nipples already hard despite her obvious discomfort.
Her waist dipped in before flaring to hips made for gripping.
And between her thighs…
“You’re wet,” he observed.
Her face flushed.
“I’ve been wet all day.” “I know.
Did you enjoy it?
Sitting in meeting after meeting, conducting business, pretending to be professional while your pussy ached for me?” “No.” “Liar.” He set down his glass, moved toward her with predatory grace.
“Your body can’t lie to me, Eve.
I know exactly what it needs.
What it craves.
What it’s desperate for.” He circled her slowly, like a wolf circling prey.
“And what you’re desperate for,” he continued, stopping behind her, his breath hot against her neck, “is my cock inside you.
Isn’t it?” She shivered.
“Yes.” “Say it properly.” “I want your cock inside me.” “Louder.” “I want your cock inside me!” Her voice broke on the words.
“Good girl.” His hand slid around her throat…not squeezing, just holding, possessing.
“Come with me.” He led her to the bedroom, to the bed where he’d denied her so many times already, and pulled out silk restraints from the nightstand.
Her eyes widened.
“Dimitri….” “On the bed.
On your back.
Arms above your head.” She obeyed, climbing onto the bed with shaking limbs, positioning herself exactly as he’d commanded.
He took his time restraining her.
One wrist, then the other, securing them to the headboard.
Testing the bonds.
Making sure she couldn’t escape, couldn’t touch herself, couldn’t do anything but lie there and take whatever he decided to give her.
“Pull your knees up.
Plant your feet on the bed.
Spread your legs.” She did, and the position left her completely exposed.
Vulnerable.
Open.
“Perfect,” he murmured, stepping back to admire his work.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you tonight, cara mia?” “Fuck me?” Her voice was so hopeful it almost made him smile.
No.” The devastation on her face was exquisite.
“But….you said….” “I said I had plans.
I never said those plans included my cock inside you.” He began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, methodically, letting her watch.
“Tonight, I’m going to make you come until you’re sobbing.
Until you’re begging.
Until you’re so desperate for my cock that you’d do anything…absolutely anything…to have it.” “I’m already desperate!” “Not desperate enough.” His shirt came off, revealing the scarred planes of his chest.
“Not yet.” He pulled a small remote from his pocket, pressed a button.
The toy he’d placed inside her this morning….the one he’d made her wear all day, turned off and dormant…suddenly came to life.
Eve’s back arched off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat.
“I told you I’d control your pleasure,” he said, watching her writhe.
“This toy?
It’s been inside you since before you left for work.
Nestled against your G-spot.
Waiting.” “Oh God…..” “I can control it from anywhere.
Anywhere in the city.
I could have turned it on during your meeting.
Could have made you come in front of all those people.
But I wanted to save it for this.” He increased the intensity, and she thrashed against the restraints, her body already climbing toward orgasm.
“Don’t you dare come without permission,” he warned.
“I can’t….I can’t hold it….” “Yes, you can.
Because if you come without permission, I’ll edge you for the next three hours.
Do you understand?” She nodded frantically, her whole body shaking with the effort of holding back.
He watched her struggle for five minutes.
Ten.
Watched tears stream down her face as she fought against the pleasure, as she begged him with her eyes for release.
“Please,” she finally sobbed.
“Please, Dimitri, I can’t….” “Then ask properly.” “Please may I come, sir?” The title sent a bolt of satisfaction through him.
She was learning.
Breaking.
Surrendering piece by piece.
“Yes.
Come for me.” She shattered, screaming his name, her body convulsing so violently the bed shook.
He let the toy continue, pushing her through the orgasm, extending it until she was gasping and crying and begging him to stop.
Then he turned it off.
“That’s one,” he said calmly, as if he hadn’t just watched her fall apart.
“Let’s go for five.” Eve couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t do anything but feel.
Dimitri spent the next two hours systematically destroying her.
Orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last, each one ripped from her body by toys, by his hands, by his mouth…everything except what she actually wanted.
His cock.
She could see it straining against his pants.
Could see how hard he was, how much he wanted her.
But he refused to give her what she needed.
“Please,” she sobbed after the fifth orgasm left her boneless and trembling.
“Please, I need you inside me.
I need to feel you.
Please, Dimitri, please…” “Not yet.” He released her wrists from the restraints, helped her sit up on shaking legs.
“But I’ll give you something else.” He stood at the edge of the bed, began unbuckling his belt.
Eve’s mouth watered.
“Open,” he commanded, freeing his cock from his pants.
She opened her mouth immediately, desperately, and when he pushed inside, she moaned with relief.
This.
This she could have.
This she could take.
She sucked him like she was starving.
Like his cock was the only thing that could satisfy the aching emptiness inside her.
Her head bobbed, taking him as deep as she could….which wasn’t even half, he was too big…but she tried.
God, she tried.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his hand fisting in her hair.
“Show me how desperate you are.
Show me how much you need this.” She hollowed her cheeks, sucked harder, used her tongue on the underside of his dick, worshiped him with her mouth because he wouldn’t let her worship him with her body.
She looked up at him through tear-stained lashes, saw him watching her with eyes gone dark and predatory, and she thought she saw something flicker across his face.
Satisfaction.
Possession.
Victory.