THE GATEKEEPER

I want to be everything to her and have her be everything to me. I want to find her nephew and deliver him to her. Win her undying gratitude. At the same time, I want to force her to do all manner of depraved things. To be my slave. To service me. To receive my ministrations. To cry out my name every time she comes. This woman has bewitched me. This warrior has already cut out my heart. Now, all I have to do is make sure she doesn't leave with it. That shouldn't be too hard. I am the gatekeeper, after all. I am in charge of who enters and leaves this building.

And it's already been decided: Kira will never leave.

I reach up and pinch her nipple at the same moment I roll my tongue around her clit. She bucks, her hips lifting from the bed, her inner thighs shuddering, feet flailing.

I love her like this. Helpless. Needy. Greedy. I lift her knees up toward her shoulders to roll her up and open to me. Then I swirl my tongue around her anus.

She cries out. "Oh! Gospodi! That's so wrong! But it feels so good. What are you doing? Why are you doing that? Stop... I mean don't stop."

A better man would wait until the effects of the drug have left her system. But I am not a better man. I am her captor. And she is my prisoner. Besides, it is my job to make her fall in love. Which means I need to know everything she likes and doesn't like.

"You're going to take it back here today, little Valkyrie."

Her anus puckers and her hips jack up from the bed. "Nyet. No. Not...why?"

"It's your punishment."

"No, Maykl."

"You just told me you wanted me to do whatever I wanted to you. Didn't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"You're going to take me back here little warrior. You're going to take everything I've got to give you, and then you're going to beg me for more."

"Oh!" Her ice-blue eyes are wide, but the pupils are dilated, not contracted. And not from the drug. She's turned on.

I bring my mouth to her core, sucking on her nether lips and tracing my tongue inside them. Penetrating her with the tip. I flick it over her clit.

I stay at it until her moans have grown loud, and she's panting. Her thighs quiver and her knees press against my shoulders.

Then I release her and back off.

"No! Wait-" She reaches for me. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get a lubricant. You're going to lie there very quietly and wait for me. Understand?"

She nods her head rapidly.

"If you move from that bed, Kira, that tells me that you're not going to be a good prisoner for me. And if you're not going to be a good prisoner for me, I will have to turn you over to my bratva brothers. Do you want that?" She shakes her head rapidly. "Nyet."

"Then don't move."

"I won't move," she promises.

I'm actually not certain how capable she is of moving. I know the drug relaxed her muscles. But she seemed to be regaining her strength.

It's a test. A risky one, probably. But I know if she comes out to fight me again, I can overpower her.

I'd love to build some trust between us. I don't want to keep her chained forever, as much as the thought turns me on. I want her to surrender.

I go to the kitchen. I don't have any conventional lubricant, but I know any food-grade vegetable oil will work. I find the small bottle of olive oil I keep in the cabinet and am satisfied when I return to find Kira has not moved an inch. "Good girl," I purr as I crawl over her on the bed.

She eyes the olive oil bottle in my hand and searches my face.

I unscrew the lid and dribble a little bit on my fingers, then rub them over her slit. My fingers slide easily into her entrance, and she moans and rocks her pelvis to take me deeper. I stroke her inner walls, seeking her g-spot, and when I find the place where the tissue stiffens under my fingers, I pump against it.

When I rub my thumb over her clit at the same time, she comes, her inner walls spasming around my fingers, her cry filling the room.

"Good girl. That's how you take it," I encourage.

I slide my fingers out and roll her to her belly. She lets me move her, which is the biggest turn-on of all.

That my warrior has gone docile. She's given herself to me.

I grab a pillow and scoop an arm under her waist to lift her hips and stuff it beneath them. "Spread your legs, Valkiriya."

She obeys.

I drizzle a thin line of olive oil along the crack of her ass then start massaging. I take my time, stroking between her cheeks, sliding down to rub her clit then around her anus.

I add more oil and give her a butt massage, then spank her pert ass, alternating right and left without holding back.

She gasps and cries out but holds still for it, parting her legs even wider, like it turns her on.

"Do you like that, Valkiriya?" I ask, remembering that she can't lie.

"I...yes." She rubs her face against the pillow she hugged when I rolled her over. "Or...like it isn't the right word. I don't like it, but it gets me hot. I want more."

I fucking love the honesty from her. I don't know how long it will last, but I want to wring every last truth from her beautiful lips.

I deliver another dozen slaps then rub and massage her ass some more.

"I like punishing you," I admit, giving her a dose of my own honesty. "I like the little cries and gasps you give me. I like taking it just past the line of too much." She tips her ass back at me, and I drag my thumb along her crack until it comes to press against her anus.

"How do you know?"

"Years of practice. But at a much more unpleasant kind of torture."