Today's guest is Rachel de Vine (writing as Juliette Banks) with an excerpt from her new novel The Russian Bride.
Viktor took her to a dark and frightening place. It was the love of James that saved her.
Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants. Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.
Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where a businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.
Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?
She was in the library one afternoon, bending over Viktor’s desk, avidly reading a book with illustrated erotic tales, and totally immersed in the work so that she did not hear Viktor come in the room and walk across the carpet towards her. The first she knew of his presence was a hand sliding up the back of her leg and under her dress, towards her bare bottom.
“So, my little English Miss is studying my erotic books, is she?”
Natasha jumped at the sound of his voice and began to stand, but his hand pressed her down again.
“Continue reading, my dear. In fact I’d like you to read aloud, please.”
She began to read, haltingly at first, but then with more confidence. As she did, Viktor lifted her dress up and rested it on her back before running the palm of his hand over her bare bottom and down her thighs. The story was about a woman who was being taken roughly by three men, and each time Natasha said something coarse or erotic, Viktor raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her behind.
Raymond pushed several fingers hard into her cunt, which made her gasp... A hard slap on her buttock was Viktor’s response to her saying those words.
...the two other men grabbed her feet on either side and stretched her wide so Raymond had the fullest access to her cunt...
Another slap, on the other buttock, this time. And so it proceeded. Natasha knew that she was becoming wet from desire, and Viktor saw it too. He bent and spoke gruffly into her ear.
“Reading this excites you, Natasha, you filthy harlot. You’re my little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, hoarsely.
“Continue reading, my little slut, and while you do I am going to finger fuck you. I can hardly wait until our wedding night. You won’t be able to walk for days after that.” As she resumed reading, his fingers began to slide through the liquid now pouring from her slit. He found her clit and began to massage it, while pushing two of his fingers into her hole.
Natasha began to pant and found it hard to form the words.
...the two men holding her ankles knelt down and both grabbed the nipple nearest to them and began to pinch it hard, digging their nails into the soft skin while... “Oh sir, I...”
“Don’t stop, little slut.” ...while Raymond rammed four fingers hard into... “Oh, I, please...” “Don’t you dare stop, my little slut.” ...Raymond rammed four fingers hard into her cunt.
Natasha could read no more; so close was she to her climax. She began to moan, rotating her hips and pushing them towards Viktor in an effort to get more of his fingers into her. She wanted him so desperately; not just his fingers but his cock, deep inside her, and she wondered if he would lose control and ignore his plan of marrying a virgin. But she forgot all of that as she spiralled into ecstasy once more. She forgot where she was, who she was, and for a moment even, she was the woman in the book who had two men holding her ankles while the third pushed his fingers inside her.
“Aahh... aahh... Viktor, oh Viktor, if you only could feel what I feel.”
He pressed himself hard against her bare bottom, and the rigid erection in his trousers was a reminder that one day his cock would be hers.
He whispered into her ear. “I want to fuck you so badly, my little Natasha. But we’re so close now. I only have a short time to wait, and it will be better for having waited for you. But now I must go to Lara and Ekaterina. They are going to be fucked very hard tonight. But you, my little slut, you are to wait here, bent over this desk, with your red bottom on display until I return. That is your penalty for reading these naughty books without my permission. When I return, you will feel a few licks of my belt, little girl. Think about that while I am gone.”
He swiftly left the room, bellowing the two women’s names as he did so. Never had Natasha been so envious of her two friends as she was at that moment. She laid her cheek onto the smooth wood of the desk and contemplated what was ahead of her. Viktor had never hit her with a belt before now, and she was very nervous about the prospect. “Don’t worry, Natasha, its not too bad,” Lara had said one day, when they were discussing such things. “You might even enjoy it.”
It was nearly half an hour before Viktor returned. He had his belt in his hand.
“So my little slut likes to read my filthy stories, does she? I think when we’re married, I’ll have you read to me every night, and then I’ll give you five licks with the belt in payment. What do you think of that?”
“I... I’m a little scared, sir. Will it hurt?”
“Well, yes it will. That is the whole point of it. But I suspect that you are becoming a pain slut, and that you will come to enjoy the belt as much as my hand. I will give you just five today, as it’s your first time. Stay still, and don’t put your hands back to protect yourself, or you might damage them.”
The belt whistled through the air and Natasha felt a sharp burning pain on her bottom. “Ow,” was her only response, however. It hurt, but not as much as she had feared. Perhaps Viktor was right. Perhaps she was a pain slut. He ran the palm of his hand over her buttock, where the belt had undoubtedly left a red mark.
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