His Lustful Desire

"Ahh!" Leonariz's cry of pain echoed through the room.

They were in a room decorated in black and red, filled with objects she didn't understand—chains, whips, and other implements of torture.

"Your pain tolerance is quite high for your small body… hmm. Definitely worth the price," Psyke said, removing the nail embedded in Leonariz's hand.

Leonariz sat on the bed in the center of the room. This was a hidden room, connected to Psyke's bedroom. It was where he brought the women he slept with.

Psyke loved to dominate, to inflict pain, especially in bed. But no one had ever lasted with him, no one had managed to endure his touch for two hours straight.

They either passed out or stopped in the middle of it. But women from other countries were drawn to him, unaware of his true nature and work.

Women in Russia were more likely to be afraid of him. So, he often had to travel to find his women, or sometimes Sebastian would find them for him. Sebastian owned clubs all over the world, after all. It wasn't a difficult task for his butler.

"Byli zdes'." ("We're here.") The door opened, and Sebastian and Anastasia entered.

Sebastian's face held a playful smirk, while Anastasia's gaze remained lowered. They'd just returned from the hospital, where they'd taken Shelly, who had passed out and seemed to be in serious condition.

"Kak eto?" ("How's that one?") Psyke asked, as he bandaged Leonariz's hand.

Leonariz watched him intently, confused by his actions, especially after he'd dragged her here earlier.

Sometimes he harassed and hurt her, but other times he cared for her. Like he was doing now. This was the first time she'd encountered someone she couldn't understand. She couldn't figure out what he truly thought of her.

Was she just a toy? A slave?

Why was he like this with her? She couldn't understand, and she didn't think she ever would. Unless Psyke himself gave her the answers she needed.

Psyke finished bandaging Leonariz's hand. She stared at it, filled with wonder.

This must be the bandage the outsider had mentioned.

They didn't have anything like this in their tribe. They used leaves and medicinal plants to treat wounds from hunting or catching wild boars and other edible animals.

Their tribe was all women. They did everything themselves, especially since they were blessed with strong bodies and unusual strength. It was one of the reasons Leonariz had a high tolerance for physical pain.

But they weren't robots. There was a limit to how much they could endure.

"Khm, proshlo mnogo vremeni s tekh por, kak ya pol'zovalsya etoy komnatoy. On po-prezhnemu idealen, kak i ran'she."

("Hmm, It's been a long time since I used this room. It's still perfect as it's used to be.")

Leonariz was mesmerized by the way Psyke's blue eyes seemed to sparkle. They were beautiful, reminding her of the blue sky she always saw when she was at the top of the trees.

Psyke stood, facing Sebastian, who had just entered.

Sebastian smirked and handed Psyke a piece of expensive tobacco. Psyke placed it between his lips and Sebastian lit it with a metal lighter, engraved with a dragon. The lighter looked like a dragon breathing fire, with its intricate design. Leonariz was captivated.

Her amber and green eyes were wide with wonder as she watched them. But the emotion vanished when Psyke turned his gaze on her.

He gestured with his right hand, raising and lowering his index finger once, signaling for her to stand. Leonariz, understanding, stood as he'd instructed.

Psyke began walking towards the other end of the room, where a metal frame stood, shaped like an 'X', near the wall. Chains and shackles hung from the top of the frame.

Leonariz followed, her brow furrowed. She didn't know what the object was for, but she knew it wouldn't be good for her, especially with the shackles and chains so close.

Leonariz almost tripped over the chain attached to her right ankle. She hadn't managed to pull it back up because it seemed to be caught on something. Before she could fall, Psyke quickly grabbed her left arm. She regained her balance and tried to pull her arm free, but he was stronger.

Leonariz looked up at Psyke, who was staring at her, his gaze intense. He removed the tobacco from his lips with his left hand and exhaled a plume of smoke.

The scent of the smoke reminded Leonariz of the fragrant air in a part of the forest filled with different kinds of flowers. It was one of her favorite smells and scenarios in the forest, their home.

"YA s radost'yu ustroyu vam zhivoye shou, kotoroye vy ne smozhete zabyt'." ("I'll gladly give you a live show that you wouldn't be able to forget.") Psyke whispered in her ear, a smirk playing on his lips.

A strange tingling sensation ran through Leonariz, making her freeze in place. Psyke chuckled softly, knowing she didn't understand a word he said.

It wasn't a problem, though. Psyke was a believer in the adage, 'actions speak louder than words.'

He was confident that he could communicate with Leonariz through his presence and actions.

He didn't waste any time. He pulled her arm up, then put the tobacco back in his mouth. He used his now-free left hand to fasten the shackle around her wrist.

Leonariz's eyes widened in shock as he reached for her other arm and repeated the process.

Psyke stepped back, leaving Leonariz standing, her arms raised, shackled to the opposite sides of the 'X' frame.

A thrill of excitement coursed through him as he watched her innocent face. He tossed the tobacco aside, covering his mouth with a hand and chuckling softly.

He discreetly glanced down at his body, his erection a testament to the primal desire that had been ignited by her innocent gaze.

"Ahh… I can't wait for you to be fully trained and tamed, little tiger. I'll gladly use you as I planned when that time comes. But for now… just watch and learn. Feel the pleasure just by watching me, feel that strange feeling that'll run through your veins as you watch me pleasuring and thrusting someone else's whole in front of you."

He thought to himself as he walked towards Anastasia, who was waiting for him on the bed, naked and ready. Sebastian was gone, likely having left the room after completing his task.

Anastasia stood and pressed her lips against Psyke's. He kissed her back, holding the back of her head. He faced Leonariz, allowing her to see the emotions playing across her face.

"That's it… crave for me… and lust over me, my innocent Amazona."