Chapter 28 #2
He leaned back and I pulled air into my lungs, taking a deep breath. I moved to push off the table, but he snapped his hand out and gripped my nape firmly, pushing me back down. “If I want you to move, I’ll tell you. Until then, stay fucking still.”
“Or what?” I breathed, taunting him. “What are you gonna do?”
“You don’t want to test me, malyshka .”
“I think I do.” I knew I did. I thrashed, kicking out with my legs and flailing my arms, trying to hit him from behind. My attempts were mediocre at best. Aleksandr was too big, too strong for me to overpower. But I liked the fight. The struggle.
He grunted as he tried to hold me down. “Fine. You want to play? Let me show you what happens to bad little whores who don’t know how to listen.”
I squealed as he picked me up like I weighed nothing at all and slammed me back first onto the table. One hand collared my throat while the other snapped his belt open, pulling it free.
He wrapped it around my neck, feeding the strap through the buckle and pulling it tightly. Not so tightly that I couldn’t breathe, but tight enough to make my stomach clench, lust shooting through me.
“Remember your safe word,” was all he said before he shoved his cock deep inside me, a groan of pure, masculine satisfaction falling from his lips.
I moaned as he pounded into me, his thrusts as brutal and savage as he promised. Pleasure soared through me, my nerve endings on fire. The feel of his cock was every bit as good as I remembered. Better even.
So much better.
The belt around my neck only added to the pleasure, the filthiness of it all. It was everything I’d ever wanted.
“What a good little fuck toy you are, taking my cock so well,” he grunted, pulling the belt a little tighter, making my head swim.
“You want to be my fuck toy, don’t you malyshka ?
Owned by me. Possessed by me. Here to pleasure me and me alone.
” He pumped in and out hard, never slowing down, never losing pace, his pounding relentless.
“Yes, Aleksandr, yes. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, so good. So, so good.” I groaned, meeting him thrust for thrust, grounding myself down onto his cock.
It was hard, thick. Better than any dildo I owned a thousand times over. Even Big Ben—and he was my favourite. He never failed to please me.
Aleksandr widened his legs and strengthened his stance, hammering into me over and over. “Such a wet, tight fucking pussy,” he growled, his free hand coming between us to tug on my pierced clit. “Squeezing the life out of my cock like my good little fuck toy should.”
I moaned deeply, overwhelmed with the sensations swarming my body. God . I could feel myself getting closer and closer, each deep thrust making pleasure pulse through my body.
He let go of the belt and gripped my hips with both hands, slamming me down onto his dick.
His head rolled back, veins throbbing in his neck.
He grunted. Growled. Barked out random words in Russian I couldn’t understand as he railed me so hard the table slid across the floor with each brutal thrust.
“Fuck. Yes, baby. I’m gonna come.” I panted hard, squirming and bucking against him.
He stiffened for the briefest moment, something flashing in his eyes before he resumed his pounding, keeping that same, steady pace. It was a goddamn relief because most guys changed the tempo when they heard you were close. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t.
He leaned over me and it was right then that I wished we were both naked so I could feel his skin on mine.
“Do you know how good you look with my belt around your neck, all hot and needy for me?” He pried my mouth open, hovering his lips over mine.
“I want to utterly consume you, consume your every waking thought, like you do mine. I want you a hot, wet, crumbling mess, begging for the pleasure only I can give you.” Saliva dripped from his mouth into mine and I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
He shook my face roughly. “Look at me. I want your eyes on me when you come all over my cock. I want to remember the look on your face.” He thrust deeply, pulling on the belt around my neck again and I exploded.
My back arched, a scream ripping from my mouth as the world’s most intense, mind-blowing orgasm assaulted my senses.
Currents of white-hot, blistering pleasure ran through every inch of me, right down to my fingertips and toes. My pussy clamped down, spasming around his cock and he groaned, his thrusts turning chaotic. Savage. Wild.
His grip on me tightened to the point of pain and he came hard, spurts of cum shooting inside me, dripping down my thighs. He groaned again, his whole body shaking as he emptied himself and fell forward, just managing to catch himself on his elbows before he crushed me.
“Fucking hell,” I breathed out, barely able to move. I’d been fucked before, but never— never —like that. I didn’t think it could be better than last time, but man was I wrong.
Aleksandr turned his head and kissed me softly on the cheek. It was sweet and tender. Two things I never thought he would be. He undid the belt from around my neck, looking down at me. His fingers danced lightly over my throat in a soft, soothing massage. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Are you kidding?” I huffed out, wrapping my limbs around him despite the fact that they felt like jello. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Hands down. You definitely know what you’re doing, Big Guy.”
His throaty laugh made me smile. “I thought you’d call ‘Asshole’ once I put that belt around your neck,” he said, referring to my safe word.
“Ha. I told you, I don’t need a safe word. You could stab me while you’re licking my clit and I still wouldn’t say it.”
He arched an eyebrow.
“Well, not ‘stab me’ stab me. But you know, I wouldn’t be averse to a little nick here and there,” I winked.
“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he smirked, his voice taking on a dark edge. One filled with the promise of fulfilment.
Oooo, goody.
None of my other bed buddies had been into blood play. And fair enough. It’s a pretty out there kinda kink. One I couldn’t wait to explore with Aleksandr.
If I get the time.
At that thought, my good mood plummeted instantly. The sex had done wonders for making me forget, for distracting me from the fact that Aleksandr was going to be marrying someone. But I should have known it wouldn’t last long.
The door opened abruptly. “Hey guys, you’ve gotta try these, they’re so—oh, what the fuck?!” Dayton dropped the food in his hands and covered his eyes, his face scrunched up in disgust.
Aleksandr jumped off me, using his body to shield me as I climbed down from the table and quickly put my pants back on.
“Seriously? Seriously?! We’re in a public place and you guys decide to do the nasty on a table people probably eat at?! Animals!” Dayton shrieked, still covering his eyes.
Aleksandr put his dick away, lifting his belt from the table and wrapping it back around his hips. He threw me a seductive wink, one that said ‘I’m going to be thinking about this moment every time I put this on’ and I bit the air, wishing it was his skin.
“Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna throw up.” Dayton whined, one hand covering his mouth while the other stayed over his eyes.
“Relax kid, it’s just sex. A perfectly healthy and normal bodily activity between two consenting adults. Stop freaking out.” I laughed at the look on his face.
“Easy for you to say. You didn’t get a close, unobstructed view of his bare ass.”
“No, I didn’t. But I want to,” I purred at Aleksandr.
Dayton gagged. “Yep. Definitely going to throw up. Oh god, I can’t stop seeing it. I want to gauge my eyes out.”
“That can easily be arranged,” Aleksandr said flatly and Dayton took a step back, finally removing his hands from his eyes to shake them in the air.
“No, no, no, fuck I was kidding. Don’t do that. I’ll get over it. I just need to wash my eyes out with soap. Or bleach. Yeah, bleach ought to do the trick.” Dayton shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself like he’d just been through a traumatic experience.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I asked, chuckling with amusement.
“What?! No!” Dayton stuttered, offended. “I’ve fucked hundreds of girls. Hundreds .”
Yeah, sure. With the awkwardness now rolling off him and the blush rising to his cheeks, it was clear he hadn’t been intimate with anyone before. He fidgeted uncomfortably and averted his eyes, looking at anything but Aleksandr and I.
I suddenly felt bad for the kid and I blew out a breath. “Sorry you had to walk in and see that. Trust me when I say it wasn’t planned. Right Aleksandr?”
That big lug just shrugged, an uncaring air surrounding him. He didn’t care that we’d just been walked in on.
If I was being honest, I didn’t either. I only cared that it was the kid who had to see it. I was just glad we’d managed to finish before he came in.
Aleksandr’s phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket, glanced at it, put it back and pulled out another one.
How many fucking phones did he have? And what were they for?
He cleared his throat before answering. “Doug here.”
My mouth dropped open. His accent was gone, his voice taking on a pleasant and warm tone. I looked at Dayton and mouthed, “Doug?”
Dayton shook his head in a ‘you don’t wanna know’ gesture. Except I did want to know.
“Right now? Okay, listen to me very carefully Matt. Keep her there as long as you can, understand me? I’m on my way.
Do not let her leave. Do whatever you need to do to stall her.
” Aleksandr hung up abruptly, eyes flying to me.
The Aleksandr that had fucked me mere minutes ago was gone.
The one looking at me now, with this quiet, deadly expression on his face was someone different. Someone darker, more savage.
“We need to go. Now.”