My Russian Master (Service & Submission Book 3) Page 18
“Okay.”
“How do you answer?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task at hand. “We finish. Four more.”
He struck the whip against the underside of her bottom, and before she could recover, he whipped in another stroke next to it. Each crack of the whip made her body stiffen. Her shout let him know that she was nearing her limit — it was almost the same intensity as her first lash. She cried, sobbing and coughing, trying to catch her breath.
Crack! Crack! He loved the sound of a whip, immediately followed by the loud cry or screech of a woman. The last two lashes landed across the upper thighs. She bounced on her knees, bending her body as much as the restraints would allow, giving him a peak at that beautiful rosebud filled with the plug. Her pussy glistened with the excess of her arousal.
“Oooh! Oh, Maxim. I’m so sorry! So... sorry. “
He dropped the whip into his bag, then undid her blindfold, gently kissing her lips. “You are forgiven. It’s over, and you did so well. We’ll move on from this now, and get this figured out.”
He unlocked the handcuffs, rubbing the stiffness from her arms, and holding her against his chest. Once her tears had stopped and the hitching eased in her chest, he turned her to face the back of the chair again. “Lean over the back of the chair, holding the spindles. I’m taking this hot, spanked, fucking gorgeous ass now.”
He unzipped his pants, letting his hard cock spring forward, stroking the silky length while Caroline moved into position. “Stick that ass out.” He cupped her sex with one hand, her juices coating it, while he examined her buttocks with the other. The stripes were an angry red and would definitely itch as they got increasingly sore. But he’d done no real damage. Still cupping her, he eased his middle finger into her tight seam, not stroking or tapping, just resting the pad of his finger on top of her clit, her hips already swiveling.
“Keep in mind that this isn’t for you. Tomorrow, you’ll find your reward. Right now, this? This is for me.” He pulled her plug out, her moan at the loss making him smile. “Don’t worry, Caro. I’ll fill you more than that damn toy.”
He entered her anus, pushing slowly at first, stroking her clit lightly, increasing her arousal, keeping her on the edge of an orgasm. When her mantra became “Oh, God,” he thrust faster and harder, pinching her clit between his fingers. Pinching hard enough that her arousal cooled. He meant what he said — she wouldn’t be finding her release tonight. Going to sleep hungry for his cock would add to the pain of her punishment.
Her ass felt so hot against his groin, and placing both hands on the marked bottom, he stared at his handiwork, feeling satisfied that a lesson had been imparted. Staring at the marks, the stark evidence of punishment well done, always made him hard, the possession inherent in the act driving his arousal higher. The dominance of taking a woman marked with his handprints or by the implement he controlled was hard to describe to some. He had a need to wield a whip with control of not just the surroundings and the sub, but also of his own emotions and physical strength. It was all a form of discipline and love. In his mind, it was no different than bathing or feeding a sub, all of it a demonstration of care and concern, a need to coddle the one you love —whether in the form of nurturing, or discipline.
He slowly pulled out, then thrust in hard and fast, jerking her body with each plunge, her low groans urging him on to push in harder and faster. Pistoning into her, he invaded her body, overcoming her reservations, gripping her hips harshly, the warm skin searing against his palms, the sounds of his hips smacking against her ass filling the air.
“Fuuuuuck!” she screamed, her hot cunt orgasming, her ass pushing back, jerking in time with the tremors overtaking her body. Her tight buttocks constricted in response around his cock, sending him over the edge, making him growl as he shot his semen into her dark channel, thrusting with each spurt, until his body collapsed over her, spent and sated.
“Jesus!” He gasped for air, unable to move, his body tingling with his release. “Weren’t you told not to orgasm?”
She stopped breathing for a moment, stilling under him. Caroline finally took in a slow breath. “Yes, Sir. It just... happened.”
“That means you enjoyed it?”
“Yes, Sir. Very much.”
He pulled out of her, grabbing some wipes from his bag, cleaning both of them up. “We will deal with that tomorrow. If you are good girl, I may forgive it.” He slapped her hip. “Come. Let’s go cuddle in the living room. Then we eat.”
He picked her up, despite her shouts of protest.
“Stop! I can carry you.” He sat in her large chair with the matching ottoman, her body a perfect fit, molded to his lap.
He tucked her head to his shoulder, throwing a light throw blanket over them both, quietly stroking her, enjoying her soft, warm body against his.
“Caroleena, tell me why you need to be upset about your body?”
She lay quietly, pondering the question before answering. “I’m not sure. I think it goes back to my mother, who was always skinny, and my father who thought it was funny to tease me about my body as a teenager.” She paused, and he didn’t interrupt, letting her formulate her thoughts.
“If I looked to my mother, I always felt fat, that I would never measure up to her. My father teased me about my “fat butt” or “birthing hips” most of my high school years. I learned to hate that part of my body. But if I starved myself and used vomiting or laxatives, I could make myself look thinner. Sure, I wasn’t happy, but what’s the old saying? ‘Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.’ I made that my mantra.”
“Until Avery helped you to stop.” He ran the back of his knuckles over her soft arms, pulling her in tighter for a hug.
“Yes. But, you’re right. I must not have recovered as well as I hoped, if I was able to revert this quickly. I thought it was gone. I mean, I had gained weight, I hadn’t used pills, or done anything like that for years. Being made fun of by Derek didn’t help any. I just wanted to show him that I wasn’t some fat, frumpy thing.”
He leaned away from her, tilting her chin up. “What does Derek have to do with this?” He couldn’t keep the anger from his voice
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “One day after a meeting, he had said that I’d be able to get a man if I lost twenty pounds. It’s the reason I hired you. I wanted to show him that I could lose weight, that I wasn’t some ugly, fat thing.”
“Don’t you ever refer to yourself like that. You are not ugly, fat thing. You are beautiful, lush, sexy woman. Now, I understand why Jason wants to get hands on Derek. I feel the same now too.” He took a deep breath, needing to calm down. This man wasn’t worth this kind of emotion.
“Derek is just mean. And now I know that he’s dangerous too. Hopefully, after our attorneys put a stop to this, we’ll be free of his presence and comments for good. I’ll be happy to never see him again.”
He heard the relief in her voice. There was no anger or emotion there — she just wanted it to end.
“As do I, Lena. As do I. We’ll work through this — as a couple. And you’ll see, I meant what I said. Until you can love your body, I love it for both of us.” He ran his finger through her hair, kissing her temple. “Let’s get something to eat, so I can love this body some more.”
Chapter Nineteen
Four months later...
Caroline, Maxim and their attorney Russell Kisker, stood before Judge Laramie in a private hearing in his chambers. He had his black robes on and the dark wood paneling of the room, along with the heavy burgundy drapes added to the somber mood that evening.
The Judge addressed Derek Miller. “What you did was reprehensible. You attempted to not only destroy a woman’s career with your lies, including involving a newspaper TV station in your little manipulation , but you also tried to destroy the life of a reputable chef and professor from Moscow. You involved government agencies and bribed federal employ
ees in this scheme.”
“I wish that we could send you to prison, at this point, but an agreement has been made. I concur with the fines, and I intend to add to them. You will give restitution to Ms. Caroline Turner in the amount of two million dollars. You will pay for any expenses incurred as a result of this action, along with pain and suffering.”
Derek turned to his attorney, Tom Burns, the shock on his face quickly transforming to anger.
Judge Laramie continued, looking over at Caroline. “Ms. Turner, I expect you to produce any and all receipts and invoices, and for marketing fees, lawyer’s fees, advertising spots to billboards, TV or radio, any paid overtime for employees, restitution to board members, and anything else that you had to pay out as a result of Mr. Derek Miller’s criminal behavior. Please remit them to me along with the name of the court case and case number on the front.”
Caroline responded. “Yes, Your Honor.”
“Mr. Derek Miller, you will also pay one million dollars to Mr. Maxim Volkov. You will pay for any and all expenses incurred as a result of this action, along with pain and suffering.”
Derek threw his head back, quietly closing his eyes. This would definitely ruin his career, and possibly his business.
The Judge addressed Maxim then. “Mr. Volkov, you are to produce any and all receipts and invoices for these expenses, with the same requirements I gave to Ms. Caroline Turner.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“In addition, Mr. Derek Miller is prohibited from assaulting, threatening, intimidating, coercing or harassing Ms. Caroline Turner, Mr. Maxim Volkov, and their respective families.”
“You are prohibited from causing or attempting to cause damages to the property of Ms. Caroline Turner, Mr. Maxim Volkov, and their families.”
“You are prohibited from speaking to, telephoning, writing and in any way communicating with Ms. Caroline Turner, or Mr. Maxim Volkov, in person or otherwise, directly or through so other persons.”
“You are prohibited from knowingly approaching or being within one hundred yards of Ms. Caroline Turner, Mr. Maxim Volkov, her residence, her vehicle, her chauffer, and Turner Marketing. If there is a need for your agencies to be present at a meeting or gathering, you will send someone in your stead. Is that clear, Mr. Miller?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Good. If you should break the law on this restraining order, you will be sent to prison. Is that clear, Mr. Miller?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Ms. Turner and Mr. Volkov, I wish to commend you for not attacking or retaliating in this regard. I thank you for assuring that all the paperwork and copies or originals of the legal document were provided not only to this Court, but to the Immigration Office to prevent an issue such as Mr. Miller accused you of.”
“If you have any further issues, please do not hesitate to have counsel contact this office.”
They both murmured. “Thank you, Your Honor.”
At that point, Russell stood up and ushered Maxim and Caroline out to the black SUV, Jason standing at the driver’s door with a sly grin. Jason didn’t lay a hand on Derek, even though on more than one occasion he had begged to be allowed to. And yet, with patience and diligence, they had all seen Derek receive his comeuppance.
It was over.
Derek wouldn’t bother her or her business again, and her relationship would be free of any cloud hanging over it. The press would be talking to her counsel and she’d watch it on the news when they got back to the penthouse.
Maxim slid in next to her. After the door shut, he pressed the button engaging the darkened glass up and slid his hand up her skirt. “What fancy panties do you have for me today, Ms. Turner?”
“How are you so sure I have fancy panties on today?” She grinned at him, trying to push his hand toward her clit.
“Because you know how to distract me — and yourself — with the knowledge that you wearing a pair of panties would turn my cock to steel once we made it to this vehicle. I was unable to focus most of the hearing. How about you?” He eased his fingers between her thigh and the elastic of her panties, plunging into her, finding her g-spot with no difficulty.
Her head lolled back and she moaned. “Maxim, stop. Hold on! I’ll show you before you wreck them.”
She pushed his hand out from under the elastic, shimmying the tight skirt up her legs. Maxim leaned over, biting and nibbling his way up her leg, closely following the hem.
Once she had them up and over her hips, Maxim’s eyes brightened, that lopsided grin and dimple showing once more. When he smiled like that, she had no trouble seeing the little boy he’d once been.
“Caroleena Leigh. Those are incredible.” He stroked her hip, twirling the fabric strands in his fingers. “Golden tassels. There is one on each hip and over the peephole on the front. I’m betting that tassel is wet, yes?” He drew his finger through the golden strings.
“I don’t know, why don’t you check and see?” She giggled. She loved teasing him with her odd and different panties.
He leaned forward, pulling the fine threads through his teeth, sucking loudly.
God, I love this man.
“I have a special tassel that you haven’t seen yet.”
He sat back. “Where? On your tits?”
“No, Maxim. How would I hide them under a silk blouse?” She shook her head. Men just didn’t care about details like that.
“I’m not sure I’d care if they were hidden.”
She slowly turned over onto her side on the long bench seat, pulling the skirt up over her ass. There was a peephole in the back of the panties and the gold tassel hung perfectly over her anus.
“Oh fuck.” He whistled, then blew air over the fine stands. She couldn’t hold still, her clit throbbing, hips twisting and turning. Using his tongue, he flicked at the tiny ropes, the warmth of his breath against her cleft causing her to clench and push back, feeling the air on her rosebud, the little strands dancing over her slit. Again, he blew on them, sliding his thumb into her, his tongue licking and probing her labia and clit.
“Sir! I need permission.”
“I bet you do! Scream for me, Caro!” She didn’t need any further permission than that, screaming with her release, her cum sliding down between her lips, her hips thrusting, her hot cunt clenching on air and desire. He licked and sucked her pussy dry, his thumb still pumping into her little dark hole, increasing her arousal. Soon, she was climbing once more, clawing at the seat, gasping and keening, knowing she’d be coming again soon.
“Sir! Please!” It was all she do to form words. Thankfully, he understood.
“Yes!” He shouted, pumping harder and faster, then sucking tightly on that hard nub of nerves. She stiffened, grasping the arm rest, pushing back onto his face, wanting that tongue deep within her. Her sex quaked and shook, her body trembling and jerking with the spasms in her sex as she came.
Maxim pulled away, righting her panties again, pulling her skirt down, helping her to sit upright, even if she couldn’t speak or focus. He pulled out the wipes they kept in the backseat now, just for this reason, wiping his face and hands.
“Congratulations, Ms. Turner. I hope this reward doesn’t pale in comparison to the reward you just received in court?” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
“Your rewards will always outshine any other rewards I get in life.” And she meant it. She’d been a lucky woman. Finding Maxim had been the best thing to happen to her. It had been a struggle, yes, but with his support, discipline, and therapy, she now had a better relationship with her staff — and a better relationship with her body.
She hadn’t had any further episodes of purging, and she’d been eating and exercising according to his plan, not hers.
Having her own Russian Master had been exactly what she needed.
Chapter Twenty
“And this is how you tone up and lose inches, not necessarily weight. You’ve lost enough. Now, we maintain.” He turned her around, squeezing her buttocks
“And I get to enjoy this gorgeous ass. I did my best to make sure you didn’t lose much here.”
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. No matter what she did, he refused to let her lose much in her buttocks. She desperately wanted to, and yet, part of her was glad that he only let her go so far. He loved her body, even if she didn’t some days.
“Did you go to therapy today?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He stood, moving the tape measure back to the desk, and writing her figures into the book he kept there. “And don’t think I missed you rolling your eyes at me, princess.”
She smiled. She liked when he got all stern and yet threw an endearment in to comfort her. He understood her, understood her needs and wants. Over the past four months, they’d gotten extremely close. He even had gone to some of the therapy sessions with her, letting the therapist know that he was on her side and no one else’s. He wanted to understand how to help her overcome this, once and for all. He’d proven that he was there for the long haul and her well-being was of the utmost importance to him.
Maxim kept his word. She learned that very quickly. As he had promised in that horrid discipline session for purging, he’d told her that he would be doing random checks of the trash at home and at work. And he’d meant it. When he’d found evidence of laxatives in her desk at work, she’d been paddled right there in her office, and then dragged to the therapist for an emergency session. He didn’t fool around. Although she never enjoyed the discipline, she did enjoy his caring attentiveness to her health.
Now, after his diligence, patience, and love, she would be done with her weight loss, progressing to mere maintenance. In four weeks, they’d be leaving for vacation to Colorado for a ski trip. She could hardly wait to introduce him to Avery and Preston, to have him meet Inga, and Garrett, Preston’s brother. She wouldn’t have to worry about being a third wheel anymore. They would be able to go and enjoy the trip as a couple.
“Strip.”
The word broke out of her reverie. Strip. Immediately, her mind raced to reflect on her deeds for the past twenty-four hours. But, while thinking, she quickly took her clothes off. She’d learned to never hesitate when he gave a command. Ever.