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12: Little Brother
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Crimson vows 26: Weird
Anya’s POVThe door shuts behind Nikolai with a soft click as the lock turns and then silence crashes in.I lie on my back in the middle of the wide bed, naked. The sheet is tangled around my legs. My skin still feels hot from the steam bath, from his body pressed against mine, from the way he moved inside me. Slow and deep. Not brutal, not punishing. Almost… careful.I stare at the ceiling. It is white and smooth. Has no cracks, no patterns, just blank white stretching forever. My chest rises and falls too fast. My nipples are still sensitive from the steam and his mouth. My pussy aches in a different way now; not the sharp, denied throb from earlier, but a heavy, satisfied soreness. He let me come. Finally and hard making me scream. Still can't believe I screamed his name. My thighs are slick with both of us. His cum leaks slow out of me onto the sheet and I feel it; warm and sticky. Mine and his.I should hate this. I do hate this but tonight was different. He was totally different
Crimson vows 25: Steam and Scars
Nikolai’s POVI lead her into her room instead of mine. The door shuts behind us with a soft click. She is still sobbing; deep, broken sounds that shake her whole body. Her shoulders hunch forward, arms wrapped around herself like she is trying to disappear. The gray dress clings to her skin from the earlier sweat and tears. Her face is blotchy, eyes swollen and lips trembling. Something twists in my chest. I do not understand it but one thing I knew for sure is I do not like it. I have seen women cry before, pleaded, begged, screamed but it has never moved me. Tears are just water, weakness yet watching Anya break like this; because of her bastard father feels different and wrong like a blade lodged under my ribs. I want it gone. She should breaking because of me not anyone else.I push her gently toward the bed. She collapses onto the mattress with her knees drawn up and her face buried in her hands. The sobs keep coming. I sit on the edge beside her. My hand hovers over her b
Crimson vows 24: Pawn
Anya’s POVThe terrace stone is freezing under my knees even though the sun is high. Nikolai sits calm in his chair, one hand loose on the chain clipped to my collar. The short gray dress clings to my skin, I am not wearing any underwear. My pussy still throbs from the morning denial; empty, swollen and aching. Every small shift of my thighs rubs the sensitive skin together. Wetness slicks my inner thighs. I hate my body for it but I hate him more. I would feel better if I could smack that smug smirk off his face.The gate opens with a low mechanical groan. A black car rolls slowly. It is unmarked and has no flags, no escort. It stops twenty meters away. The driver’s door opens and my father steps out.Dimitri Volkov.He is putting on a gray suit. His silver hair thinner than I remember, his face is lined and his eyes, sharp.My heart slams against my ribs so hard it hurts to breathe. Father. The man who signed the papers, the man who handed me over like a receipt. Now here, walking t
Crimson vows 23: The Old Man
Nikolai’s POVI wake before the light. I check the feeds first. Anya sleeps curled on the Red Room floor with my cum dried on her face, her nipples red from clamps and her pussy swollen from denial. She is beautiful in her misery.My cock stirs.I dress all black. I walk to the Red Room and unlock it quietly. She stirs when the door opens and kneels fast when she sees me, knees on the cold floor with her head down. Perfect, that means she is learning.I clip a short chain to her collar. “Come.” I pull the chain, she crawls a step, then stands. She is naked, not that I care. I lead her through the halls. The guards look away, they know the rules.After going through so many steps and corners, we finally got to my bathroom. It is marble and already filled with steam. I strip and pull her under the hot water. I wash her myself; soap her skin slowly, clean my dried cum from her cheeks, her lips and her chin. My fingers slide between her legs, she is still swollen and wet. I push two of
Crimson vows 22: Denied
Anya’s POVNikolai walks back to me. The red light catches metal in his hand and the silver glints. My heart stops. He holds two small clamps connected by a thin chain. Nipple clamps, I know what the thing is. I move my head sideways. “No. Please.”He does not answer. He stands in front of me. His fingers pinch my left nipple hard. It hardens fast and pain shoots all over me. He opens the clamp and closes it around the nipple. It was a sharp bite and fire. I scream. “Fuck! It hurts!” My body jerks. The chain from the ceiling pulls my arms. My tears run hot.He does the right nipple; same pinch, same clamp, same bite. The pain is worse. Both nipples throb. The chain between them swings, every small move tugs. More pain. I sob. “Take them off. Please.”He tugs the chain light. Pleasure shoots directly to my pussy, my clit pulses and I dislike it. My pussy is wet, dripping but empty.He takes the vibrator again, black and thick. He turns it on high and presses it hard on my clit. The buz
Crimson vows 21: The Red Room
Anya’s POVNikolai’s hand on my lower back feels like a brand itself. It is hard and possessive. He leads me past the familiar corridors, further into the house, to a heavy black door I have never seen open. He takes a key from his pocket and opens the door gently. The snap is loud in the stillness.“Welcome to the Red Room,” he says. His voice is low and dark. The name sends ice through my veins.The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing.The door swings in and immediately dim red lights glow from the ceiling, the black walls drink the light. They are chains hanging from the ceiling. Then I saw many other things. Whips, paddles, strange metal toys line shelves. A large wooden X-frame stands in one corner. In the center, a suspension rig with rings and cuffs. They are mirrors on every wall so I see myself from all sides. The room is exactly what I think it is. I would be bare soon and weak. T
Crimson vows 18: Breakfast in Bed
Anya’s POVI wake up in my old room.Well, not that I have a new room somewhere, still the same room but it is slightly different from what it was.The linens are fresh, the pillow is comfy, and for the first time in days there is no metal hovering around my nape and no guard breathing down my back
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-28Crimson vows 19: Mine
Nikolai’s POVThe private dining room smells of cigar smoke and old vodka. Sergei Volodin sits across the long oak table. We are having a meeting on the Odessa routes. I know it is old-school but ot is reliable. His right-hand man, Roman, stands behind him like a statue while Lev is at my left,
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-29Crimson vows 20: The Dinner Table
Anya’s POVThe maid knocks once and enters my room without waiting. I realized she was carrying a dress over her arm, it is a deep red silk. Long, but the back is almost nothing, it has thin straps and she was also holding a high heels of the same color. A small box with diamond earrings and a neck
Huling Na-update : 2026-03-30Crimson vows 6: White Silk, Black Chains
Anya’s POVLev opens the car door and the old air hits my face.He pushes me into the back seat of a big black SUV and I fall onto the leather seat, the door shuts hard.Click. The locks go down. I pull the handle. Nothing happens. No way out.The windows are dark. I see only shadows of snow outsi
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