Bound by lies, Trapped by Desire - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

Elena’s POV:
My whole body twitched—like a live wire had been connected beneath my skin. I couldn’t stay still, couldn’t calm the rapid thrum of my pulse that thundered in my ears. Everything, every sensation felt heightened with my eyes closed.
And then—
I froze.
A strange, cold sensation pressed against my nipples—small, plastic, unfamiliar. My breath hitched, chest rising sharply as I tried to identify what the hell he was doing. He’d slid something beneath my bra, and I could feel it resting right over the sensitive buds, the coolness shocking against my skin.
“Nik—” I started to ask, voice thick.
But I didn’t get to finish.
Because at the same time, something else was pushed inside me.
Small.
Rounded.
The moment it entered my pussy, my entire core clenched reflexively, and I gasped, the sudden slight fullness catching me off guard. The object nestled itself deep inside, creating a strange pressure that made my legs shake.
I moaned. Loudly.
“Niko~” His name slipped out of me before I could stop it, half whimper, half prayer. It had been so long since he was inside me—too long. And now, even without him fully there, the ache inside me screamed for more.
His voice came low. Dangerous.
“Ready, Malishka?”
I barely nodded, throat tight, my mind already struggling to keep up with whatever game he’d started.
He counted down.
“Three.”
My fingers curled uselessly against the sheets.
“Two.”
My breath caught.
“One.”
Then it hit.
Pure pleasure tore through me like lightning. My scream echoed off the bedroom walls as my body jolted, hips jerking upward, back arching. My eyes flew open and my mouth fell open on a silent gasp.
The vibrations hit everywhere. Not just inside me—but on my breasts too. My nipples. The devices he’d slid into my bra had come alive, and now they buzzed against me, merciless and rhythmic.
“Oh my God—oh my God—what—!” I sobbed, legs kicking, and that’s when I felt it.
My arms. They were no longer free.
With a smooth flick, Nikolai had pulled both my wrists up and clicked something. My head jerked sideways and I saw it—shiny steel handcuffs now fastened to the iron headboard. My wrists weren’t pulled tight, but they were locked in place—no freedom, no leverage.
Only helplessness.
“You—” I started to cry out again, but my voice broke as another wave slammed into me, a full-body shudder overtaking my frame.
He chuckled.
Deep. Low. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. The bastard.
I writhed in the cuffs, legs squeezing together for any kind of friction, because the vibrations weren’t enough and too much all at once.
But Nikolai was already moving.
He got off the bed, his silhouette cutting across the soft golden glow of the bedroom candles. My eyes tracked him desperately.
“Niko?” I whimpered. “W-where a-are you g-going?”
He disappeared into the walk-in closet, and my stomach twisted in knots, my body tingling with dread and anticipation. When he emerged, my breath hitched.
He was holding several ties in his hand.
My thighs clenched.
I couldn’t help it. The tension coiled deep in my belly surged at the sight, at the way his body moved as he stalked back toward me—gracefully, like a panther circling its prey.
But his face—
He was expressionless. No smirk. No teasing glint.
Just a hot, molten gaze that raked over me like he was undressing me all over again.
And... I felt fear coil inside me with that look.
Not fear of him.
But fear of what he was about to do.
It bled into me, twisted my insides into something darker. And, to my surprise, I liked it. I liked the pulse of nervousness he gave me. The unknown. The power I’d surrendered and the promise he was about to fulfill.
When he reached the edge of the bed, he didn’t say a word.
Just took one of the ties and gently—oh so gently—tied it around my eyes.
I jerked. “W-why are you—what are you doing?”
“Be a good girl,” he murmured. “You know your safe word. I’ll stop only if you use it.”
My breath caught. My heart stuttered.
Then the world went dark.
The second the blindfold wrapped around my eyes, my other senses sharpened. My hearing. My skin. Every vibration, every brush of air, every shift of the mattress became amplified.
I writhed on the sheets, rubbing my thighs together in desperation. The vibrations weren’t enough anymore. I needed more. More pressure, more friction, more him—
And then my legs were yanked apart.
I gasped. The cool air hit the wet heat between my thighs, and I shivered.
“Nik—” My voice cracked.
The bed dipped.
He settled between my legs, his weight pressing the mattress down, his heat coiling around me.
Then—his fingers.
I felt the brush of them along my stomach, a slow, teasing glide. My skin twitched, desperate for more. The pads of his fingers circled around my navel, danced over the curve of my ribs.
And then—
“Ah—!” I cried out, hips lifting off the bed.
He bit me?
He licked the same spot, soothing it, his tongue warm and wet. Then his mouth began trailing up. Slowly. Methodically. Biting. Kissing. Sucking every inch of skin he could reach until—
He found my throat.
And he bit there too.
I whimpered, legs trembling violently now, the cuff clinking as I twisted my wrists against the metal. The vibrations had changed rhythm, pulsing faster, harder.
“Fuck—Niko—” I panted.
His mouth moved to my ear, and the moment he bit down, I felt a sudden vibration on my clit.
I screamed.
The vibration was sharp, brutal. The pleasure precise. It wasn’t just stimulation—it was torture. The best, most decadent torture I’d ever known.
I heard the click again—and the vibrations intensified. Inside and outside.
“Niko!” I cried out. “Oh my God—I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna come!”
I shattered.
It was like falling off a building. No warning. Just pure, electric detonation of every nerve ending in my body. My thighs clamped down, but it didn’t stop. Nothing stopped.
I was still vibrating.
And that’s when I realized—he wasn’t turning it off.
I gasped. Squirmed. Twisted in the cuffs.
But it was too much.
The stimulation went from orgasmic to overwhelming and then painful. My muscles jerked uncontrollably, my moans turning into hiccups as tears spilled from beneath the blindfold, hot and wet.
“Nik... please—” I sobbed. “Oh my god, Nikolai. Stop. Stop. No more. Fuck.”
And suddenly, the vibrator lifted.
My whole body sagged. Like a puppet with its strings cut.
There was silence. My breath came in shallow pants, my chest heaving. I felt the bed shift again as Nikolai hovered above me.
Then his voice.
“Color?”
My throat was raw. I paused, the rush of panic beginning to fade.
Did I want him to stop?
No.
God, no.
“G-green,” I breathed.
I felt my face heat up as I realized the overstimulation was also something I had enjoyed.
There was a beat.
Then I heard it.
His scoff. Low. Sinister. Right by my ear.
A shiver ran up my spine. It felt degrading. He hadn’t even used words. Just that one scoff felt like he was calling me a slut.
I heard the sound of a zipper sliding down.
I stiffened.
Then—I felt him. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hard and hot and so close I could’ve sobbed.
“Nikolai—!” I gasped. “There’s—there’s something inside! T-the vibrator—”
“Oh, I know,” he growled.
And then he slammed in.
The sensation knocked the air from my lungs.
The vibrator pushed deeper with him, creating a mind-melting pressure inside me. I arched, my back bowing completely off the bed, toes curling, muscles spasming.
It was too much.
Too full. Too deep. Too perfect.
He pulled out. Slammed back in.
And I cried out, my scream muffled as he crashed his lips to mine, swallowing every noise, every sob, every breath. His rhythm was brutal, possessive. And I—
I couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
Just felt.
He devoured me. Claimed me. Owned me.
And then—
The clit vibrator again.
A switch flipped. And I lost it.
I sobbed into his mouth, tears streaming down my cheeks, my body coming undone around him as I came again. Harder than before. More violently. My entire body shook as he pounded into me, unrelenting, insatiable.
And still—still—he didn’t come.
I had come thrice and he hadn’t come even once.
And I knew instinctively.
He wasn’t stopping.
Not yet.
Not for a long time.