11. Maxim
11
MAXIM
H er breath hitched. That sexy little sound was like a punch to the gut.
“What?” she whispered.
“Don’t back down,” I said into her ear as I grabbed her dress and shoved it up. Watching her reflection in the mirror, I fell into the intoxicating spell of her realizing what I meant.
“I like it when you fight back,” I said, trailing hungry kisses up her neck as I fisted her skimpy panties. One hard twist of my fingers removed the scrap of fabric. She gasped as I removed her panties, and when she opened her mouth to say something, I gripped her chin and turned her face toward mine.
I slammed my mouth over hers, too far gone under this desire to resist her. At the same time, I stepped to the side to kiss her deeper. It also gave me a chance to smack her delectable ass.
“Ah!” She broke the kiss, parting to wince at the hard slap to her rear.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me when you fight back?” I kissed her again, rubbing my hand over the buttery smooth skin of her cheek. Heat raised to the surface from that spank, and I relished the moan she couldn’t keep trapped in her throat.
She followed, chasing after my mouth when I reared back to gaze into her gorgeous, lust-filled eyes.
“Do you realize how much more I want to fuck the sass right out of you when you act like a brat?” I stepped behind her more, keeping one arm around her waist to make her stand right there and watch in the mirror. Then I spanked her. Hard. Twice. The sight of my red handprint on her cheek turned me on to the point of pain.
“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you, Maxim, ah?—”
Again, I spanked her, grinning at her glower in the mirror.
“You’re a bad girl, Nadia.” I slid my hand over her ass. At her crack, I traced my fingers down until I reached her entrance. Dripping wet. Warm and needy. Her pussy was begging for me, and I reveled in the fact that she liked me spanking her. Liked me being rough. “You like that?” I rubbed two fingers up and down her slick folds, nudging her open.
“I… You…”
I pulled my hand back out and smacked her ass again, winning the sexiest groan ever. Until the day I died, I’d remember the guttural, needy moan she just gave me.
“You’re such a bad little brat,” I reminded her. Rubbing her ass, soothing where I’d spanked her, I reached into my pocket for my knife.
“I’m not—” She hissed at another spank on the other cheek. As she hung her head and shivered, I cut the tie that connected her hands. As she trembled, leaning into me, I guided her arms forward and resecured her wrists with another tie. I’d only brought them to restrain her for transportation, if need be.
Now, I planned to use them for a naughtier kind of bondage.
Her brow furrowed as she noticed that I’d tied her to the top of a chair. Positioned in front of the mirror, it served as a solid anchor.
“Running away.” I shoved her dress up more before fingering her again. “Talking back.” I kicked at her feet until she widened her legs. She frowned but obeyed, standing with more access for me to pump my fingers in and out of her slick heat. She was tight, that warm suction and slippery cream…
As I backed up, holding on to her hips, I kept my gaze locked on hers. Angling her forward, I showed how I wanted her to literally bend over for me.
“Trying to resist,” I added, sliding another finger into her.
“Maxim…”
I spanked her, eying the redness on her cheeks. “You’re such a bad girl,” I repeated.
She moaned, whimpering as I brought a wet fingertip to her clit and rubbed circles around the tight bud.
“Ride my fingers, you brat. Show me how much you want it.”
She cried out in protest, but she did. Rocking her hips back and forth, she na?vely ground against my hand as I lowered my pants and boxers.
“Look at yourself, you dirty little slut,” I ordered.
I grinned as she lifted her face to gaze in the mirror. Her eyes were lidded with lust. Her lips remained parted, half in shock and half with need.
“You fucking bad girl. Teasing me. Wanting me.” I pulled my fingers out and notched myself at her dripping pussy. As I pushed only my cockhead in, I lifted my hand to lick her juices from my fingers. “Bad, bad girl. You know that, sweetheart?”
Lust overpowered me. I was high on desire, on this need to ram into her and show her how much she taunted me.
“No. I’m not…” she weakly protested.
I spanked her and slid in a little more. “You are. You’re a bad girl.” Another spank and a deeper push in. She cried out, music to my ears. “Engaged to another man.” I grabbed her hips and slammed in the rest of the way.
She cried out louder as she took all of me. Seated and sucked into her hot grip, I spanked her twice again. “Fuck. Fuck, sweetheart.”
Moaning and pushing back into me, she wordlessly begged for more.
“Fuck.” I memorized the sight of her like this. Tied up. Bent over. Sucking my dick deep inside. “You’re engaged to another man, and look at how naughty you are.” I pulled out and slid back in, over and over again, as I rained smacks on her ass cheeks. “You’re so fucking bad. Engaged to him, and desperate for my cock. You want me to fill you?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
She arched her back and ground back to me.
“You want me to pound your pussy even though you belong to another man, huh?”
“Ahh!” She cried out as I sped up. When she staggered on her feet, I grabbed both her hips.
I wouldn’t last. She’d tormented me from the first moment I saw her at that pub halfway across the world. It was only hours ago, not even a full day, since I caught her in my arms.
Yet, it felt like triple the time had passed. She’d infiltrated my mind. She’d latched on to my desire, feeding it with her own upspoken degree of need. I never gave any attention to stupid, sappy ideas like love at first sight or any immediate attraction, but Nadia proved it all could happen. That it had happened.
The instant I saw her, the first touch that we shared, I was committed to having her.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” I growled, plunging myself into her tight hole. “Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
“Please. Oh, fuck. Maxim, please!”
She’d be the death of me. I was holding back, determined to savor every perfect second of her tight cunt wrapped around my dick like this. My balls tightened. The start of a tingle built in my spine. It was right there. Within reach. Any second now, and I’d lose the fight. I was so close to coming, it pained me to resist it.
“Come, Nadia. Show me how good it feels. Show me how much you like my cock stuffed in you.” I smacked her ass and thrust deeper yet.
“Ah!” She cried out harder, and I stared at the tears streaking over her cheeks. “Please,” she begged.
“Be my bad girl, sweetheart,” I growled, pounding into her so hard I knew she’d be bruised. “Milk me. Milk my cock as you come.”
She did. With exquisite pressure, clenching around me as the first flutters of her orgasm hit her, she broke apart. Sobbing, crying, and still incoherently begging for more, she came so strongly that I struggled to pump into her steadily.
“Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed with the brutal need to flood her with my cum. I did. With a long, deep roar of satisfaction, I slammed into her twice more and soaked her pussy with my hot cum.
My knees shook. My dick continued to twitch a few more times as I emptied my load in her. Breathing hard, I held on to her hips and noticed the red marks from my fingers digging into her flesh.
“Holy fuck ,” I said on a long exhale.
I hadn’t realized she’d go wild like that. That my telling her how bad she was would ramp up her desire. That spanking her ass would make her drip more.
She was wild, fierce, and bold, and not a frigid prude at all.
As I pulled out of her, I watched the glistening smear of our cum. Hers and mine. But that wasn’t all.
Redness coated my dick as I slipped out of her. Blood.
I’d taken her virginity, and anger snuck into the forefront of my mind.
She was a virgin. I’d fucked my fair share of women, including virgins. But Nadia… With her, I paused to consider the ramifications of what I’d done.
Was she pure and untouched because Gregory had forced her to remain a virgin for the old fucker who’d marry her?
Was she a virgin because she was saving herself for Lev?
It hardly mattered now. I’d plowed into her and claimed her. There was no taking that back or rewinding those last sordid, hot moments of rabid sex we’d just shared together.
“I…” She cleared her throat. “I… um…”
I frowned, looking at the pinkish cream that spread on her thighs. It looked…
Good.
I’d done that. She was my virgin that I’d enjoyed. She’d given me that gift. Although I’d taken charge, she hadn’t protested. Not for a single second did she try to deny or mask her desire for me.
She’d wanted it.
Wanted me.
And given how badly she was determined to tell me, her father, and the Avilov Family that she did not want to be married to Lev Avilov, that meant something.
In a way, Nadia had chosen me .
Her body sang with mine.
And I wasn’t sure this “job” would be as easy as I thought.
Naked and letting her see the evidence of what we’d done on my cock, I retrieved my knife and walked around her. She remained bent over, her wrists locked together, her delectable, reddened ass up in the air.
I tuned out this gnawing need to fuck her again and cut off the bindings on her hands.
She wasn’t running now. She couldn’t.
Her legs quivered and shook. She trembled and hissed in pain as she tried to stand, but all the while, that look of hard-earned bliss, the glory of coming, stayed etched on her pretty face.
“Maxim…” She still couldn’t string many words together. Hearing her utter my name so sexily like that, helpless and tired, it hit me hard.
“Shh.” I held her up, then scooped her fully into my arms to bring her to the bed.
I hadn’t known she was actually a virgin. Maybe that was my first mistake. No . Underestimating her desire to run was. Now, in hindsight, I realized that maybe she was shocked, suspended in disbelief with how she’d lost her virginity. But I wasn’t too much of an ass to care for her now.
After setting her on the bed, I sought a washcloth to clean her up. She was already half asleep by the time I wiped away all the blood and cum.
I returned to her, pulling on dry clothes some other vacationer must have left behind in this vacant and seemingly abandoned rental unit. The shirt was too tight and the pants were too baggy, but they fit. It was good enough for me to join her on the bed.
As I watched her sleep, I debated between tying her up again or trusting her. In the end, I gave in and zip-tied her wrist to mine.
If she had any plans to take off, I’d know.
But as I slowly crept closer to falling asleep, I started to wish that she simply wouldn’t want to.
That I wasn’t the only one who wanted the other.
Maybe… for good.