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“… Yes.” It’s not like I have a choice. All of my life, I’ve been locked away, a prisoner. But I’ve never been this trapped before… and I’ve never been so close to enjoying it.
“Before I spanked you, had you ever been spanked before?”
Leonid’s question comes out of left field. It’s a sharp turn from what he came in here wanting to hear. But that’s my fault. I fell into his trap. And part of me fears that I did it on purpose.
“… No,” I answer, a terrified gulp slowly sliding down my throat. Leonid watches it, his plump red lips twitching just enough that I can see his canines.
“Have you ever been kissed?” he asks, not letting up. The flow already feels relentless. Unlike before, he’s not stopping to dig deeper into my answers. He just wants to know. He doesn’t care why.
“… No,” I admit, a sharp heat prickling the skin on my cheeks.
“Are you ashamed of that?” Leonid asks.
Sliding down my body, he leans down until his dangerously gorgeous face is hovering right above mine.
“No,” I answer, but my voice is so shaky that there’s no way he believes me.
“Have you ever been tied up like this before?”
Yes. Yesterday. By you.
But I know that Leonid isn’t asking that. He’s asking if anyone else has tied me up.
“No.”
A deep smirk exposes his dimples. My heart shudders. There’s no avoiding his scent now. It’s like being buried in fresh earth.
Burry me alive, you fucker. Get it over with!
“Have you ever been fucked?”
It doesn’t seem to matter how obvious my answers are becoming. I’m a sheltered princess from a world where any eager boy could be murdered just for looking at me the wrong way.
If I’ve never kissed anyone before, I sure as hell haven’t fucked them.
But I give Leonid what he wants. An answer. No matter how obvious it already is.
“No.”
He doesn’t let up. The beast is truly relentless.
“Would you like to be?”
The offer is far too real for me. Every single nerve in my body wants to tear me away from him, not because I’m disgusted, but because I’m ashamed, of my own naivety, of my own innocence, of my own desires.
“Not by you,” I lie.
Leonid doesn’t seem to buy it. “Then by who?”
“By whoever saves me from this nightmare.”
“This is no nightmare, princess.”
“Then what is it?”
“A wet dream.”
Leonid leans right in to my face and my eyes shut. His lips are so close to mine that I can feel the electricity passing between us.
