Viktor stood over her, watching her struggle with the restraints as she lay naked, spread-eagled on their bed.

“What have I told you about touching yourself?”

“That I’m not to do it, but seriously, you’ve been gone for a week.”

“I know, dushka, but that has nothing to do with your disobedience. Had I not come home and caught you, I suspect you would have finished yourself off. I thought we had an understanding that all of your orgasms belong to me. Is that not the agreement we reached?”

“We only reached it because you wouldn’t let up one night and kept making me come.”

Viktor smiled in remembrance. “Yes, you were a very good girl. I find Fitzwallace is right about negotiating with one’s sub when they are being difficult. It is best done when they are naked and either draped over one’s lap getting their backside turned red or when one’s dick is shoved so far up their pretty pussy they can no longer think.”

Emerson groaned.

“So, what to do with you. Does your greedy pussy want my dick?” he chuckled. “Or perhaps I should take a razor strop to you.”

“Vik–Master, no, please.”

He liked that she corrected herself.

“What did you dream about while I was gone? Did you dream about the way I make your legs tremble? Hmm? Have you thought about how you feel when I suck your nipples into my mouth, or play with your clit, or stroke your sweet wet heat?”

His fingers traced down her naked body. He enjoyed watching her skin quiver as he did so, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Viktor,” she moaned. “Master. Please.”

He could hear the desperation in her voice, her need for him. It was a potent cocktail, the thought of punishing her for her disobedience, combined with his own need and seemingly insatiable lust. He was almost in as much need as she was as he had masturbated at least daily while he’d been gone. Something he had never felt a need to do before.

“Malenkaya,” he chuckled, “I think you have been very naughty while I was gone.”

“No, Master, I swear, this is the only time and you weren’t supposed to be home…”

“So you didn’t think you’d get caught.”

“No that wasn’t it at all. Viktor, I missed you and I missed getting laid several times a day. I just wanted to take the edge off.”

He nodded, enjoying her discomfort. “Did you dream about me every night, fantasize about what I do to you when we are together during the day?”

“Yes. Please, Master. Just fuck me.”

“That I will not do. To reward you with my cock and my cum when you have been so naughty? What kind of Dom would that make me?”

“The kind that doesn’t want to see his sub go mad with wanting or hear her beg him to forgive her disobedience and take care of the need he created with his loving affection.”

He laughed, clapping his hands together. She was quickly learning that honeyed words held more sway with him than waspish ones.

“Very well then. I will release you from the restraints and you will entertain me. I want you to touch yourself the way you planned to do or used to do before we were together.”

“Vik-Master, I can’t,” she stammered watching him with pleading eyes.

“Do it, Emerson,” he commanded, releasing her from the restraints before pulling up a chair and sitting down. “I have all the time in the world. Do you?”

She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment.

“Open your eyes and start touching your body. I want to see you please yourself.”

Emerson’s fingers trembled as she tentatively started touching herself, her eyes never leaving his as a charming blush seemed to start at her toes and work its way up her body. This would be an object lesson she didn’t forget for a while, but he needed her to obey. She needed to relinquish control of her sexual pleasure. It was for him and him alone to make her come or at the very least give her permission to do so.

He could sense her vulnerability and desire in that moment, as if she was surrendering to her deepest fantasies. She moved her hands over her body, mimicking the motions of his hands when he held her in his arms. Her fingers brushed over her breasts, tugging at her nipples, her gaze never leaving his.

“That’s right, dushka. Pleasure yourself for my entertainment and arousal.”

“You’re already aroused,” she grumbled.

Viktor reached over to tweak her clit. “It would serve you better to remember you are being punished and there are far more uncomfortable and public ways I can do that. Perhaps a session over the spanking horse downstairs before being publicly fucked is more to your liking.”

“No, Master. I’m sorry.”

She was still uncomfortable with scening or playing while others watched, but she submitted to his will and was always wildly aroused.

She slowed down, her fingers tracing over her belly and pausing momentarily before dipping into her wet folds. The sight of her, so exposed and aroused, sent a jolt of desire through Viktor. God, he had missed her. He might have been able to alleviate his most desperate need of her, but even as he’d come, he’d known it wasn’t enough. Only with her did he find true satisfaction. He felt his own cock twitch in response, needing to be inside her.

“That’s it, dushka,” he whispered. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Master, but it would feel better if it was your touch.”

“That’s good to hear, malenkaya, but this way I can have you entertain me.”

Her fingertips moved faster now, thrusting inside herself as she moaned softly. He could see the fire burning in her eyes; she was lost in the pleasure she was providing herself. But he knew they both wanted more.

“I want to see you come, malenkaya.” His voice growing deeper and his Russian accent dominating the tone of his voice. “Show me how you come when you think of me.”

Her breath hitched, and she increased the pace of her fingering. Her eyes were wide with both desire and fear, but he could sense her edging closer to the peak.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “God that feels good. I missed you so much.”

“That’s right. Keep going. Show me how you come for me.” His voice was low and intense, driving her closer to the edge.

She closed her eyes, her hips undulating in rhythm with her fingers, moaning softly. He could see her body tensing, the pleasure coursing through her as she neared her climax.

“Don’t hold back,” he urged. “Come for me.”

With a final gasp, her body trembled as she came hard, her moans filling the room. He watched her, his own desire burning hotter, knowing that in just a moment, he would give her what she truly needed.

“Very good, dushka,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “You have pleased your Master.”

Viktor stood, discarding his clothes before climbing onto the bed, covering her with his body as she lay beneath him, freshly orgasmed, vulnerable and still aroused. He wanted to make sure she remembered who was in charge. He pulled her legs further apart, settling himself between her thighs.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you will always remember what it is to disobey your Master. Should it ever happen again, I will make you repeat this lesson in front of an audience. Do you understand me, malenkaya?”

She nodded silently, her eyes wide with concern, but mostly with arousal. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him. Emerson called his name and clung to him as she climaxed, her pussy spasming up and down his length.

“Oh god, I missed you,” he groaned, his hips already moving in a strong, steady rhythm.

Over and over he pounded into her, using her body to satisfy the almost insatiable need he had for her. Emerson moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and lust, every thrust driving them higher.

“I’m going to come, dushka. I’m going to fill you with my cum.”

She moaned, her body tensing as she felt his cock swell inside her. It was only a moment before Viktor came with a roar, his seed filling her up as he thrust harder and deeper. She cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back as they climaxed together.

As their bodies slowed, Viktor collapsing on top of her, their slick bodies pressed together. He looked down at her, his heart still pounding in his chest.

“Next time, malenkaya, you will perform with an audience.”

“There won’t be a next time.”

Viktor chuckled. There were times he knew her better than she knew herself. He kissed the tip of her nose. “Of course there will be, and I for one shall look forward to it. As for the rest of your punishment…”

“What do you mean rest…”

“Surely you didn’t think such willful disobedience would be so easily accounted for. No, I shall spend the rest of the day destroying your sweet pussy. You will only be allowed out of our bed as is absolutely needed for you to relieve yourself. Otherwise, you will remain naked for my use, and I plan to use you hard and often. Then tonight I will put you in the under bust corset only…”

“Master that thing doesn’t cover my boobs.”

“No, it lifts them up, offering them for my enjoyment. We will have dinner in the lounge where you will sit on the floor between my legs so the other Doms can see your beautiful nipples and swollen pussy and know that you have served your Dom well.”

Emerson suppressed a groan, choosing instead to snuggle against his body as he rolled from her. Viktor knew he had taken her, body and soul, and there would be no going back.