Chapter 9
ANNA
“Yes, sir.” A single hot tear spilled down my temple as I met his fierce gaze.
His eyes narrowed, and he grabbed my panties and ripped them from my body, the seams tearing at my hips. He tossed the ruined cloth aside, leaving me in only that damn necklace.
“Fuck,” he whispered, taking me in, then he shook his head like he didn’t mean to say that out loud. “I am going to make sure your focus stays on me, maya soloveyka.”
He said something else in Russian that I didn’t understand, but the predatory look in his eyes was unmistakable.
It screamed you are mine.
He stepped away, and without thinking, I sat up. He was on me in a second, pinning my hands back down to the mattress.
“Bad girl,” he growled, his hand squeezing my breast until I cried out, then he slapped it hard enough my back arched. Before the sting could spread, he was soothing it away with his lips, sucking on my stinging nipple.
The weight of the deadly collar pressed against my skin. A reminder that he was forcing my obedience in more ways than one.
He dug his fingers into my inner thighs, spreading them wider, the cool air kissing my heated flesh as he stared at my pussy.
The blood rushing in my ears was too loud for me to hear whatever he said next.
Then his mouth was on me. There was no teasing, no clumsy build-up, just his hot, hungry mouth devouring me.
Cries of pleasure and surprise spilled from my lips as my back arched off the bed, but I was careful not to move my hands.
My head thrashed from side to side, my entire body shuddered, but my hands did not move. No one had ever bothered to go down on me before. It was something that in my admittedly limited experience men just didn’t do.
Sex was supposed to be for their pleasure, not for mine.
Darius’s fingers dug into my hips as he pinned me down. From the low growling sound he made as he thrust his tongue inside of me and fucked me with his mouth, I was pretty sure this was for his pleasure. The overwhelming waves of ecstasy and the pressure building in my core were by-products.
One of his hands stayed at my hip, moving to just under my belly as he held me down while the other one snaked back up my body, caressing the tight peak of my breast.
This wasn’t about what I would enjoy, it was about him tasting me, him pulling pleasure from my body. Not so I could experience it, but to prove that he could.
I should have hated it.
I should have been fighting him, putting my feet on his shoulders and pushing him away, or crawling across the bed. Something.
He was too strong. The things he was doing to my body and making me feel were too powerful.
My mind screamed at me to not let this happen, to not fall into his trap, but I was helpless.
My feet were slung over his back, my heels digging into his ribs as my hips arched off the bed, but he didn’t let up.
The pressure built in my core. Heat flashed up my body, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
My eyes squeezed shut, my lips open as I panted and made noises I had never uttered before.
Tears still streamed down my face, but it wasn’t the same as before. It wasn’t fear or pain I was feeling.
It was everything.
Every emotion, every sensation, was hitting me all at once, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. It was too much and not enough at the same time.
“Darius,” I panted, ready to beg him to stop. To tell him I would give him anything he wanted, but this was too much. I felt like I was going to explode. I couldn’t get the words out. “Sir, please.”
That was all I could manage.
But he seemed to understand.
His hand went from my breast to my throat, and he squeezed the sides just enough to limit my airflow and make my head swim. The sharp edges of the diamonds pushed painfully against my skin.
When his lips wrapped around my clit again and his tongue lashed the most sensitive part of my body, my entire body seized.
Every muscle strained, taut and frozen.
Then all at once, it released in the most incredible moment.
It was like I was bathed in starlight and music.
Sweat dotted my forehead as I struggled to catch my breath, my hands still in place above my head. My nails were digging into my palms, but they had not moved.
Darius stood up, hovering over me as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
I closed my thighs, pressing them together, not because I didn’t want him to see anymore, or I didn’t want him to have access, but because I needed more. I needed friction.
That cocky smirk of his pulled at the corner of his mouth as he pumped his hard cock through his pants.
My eyes widened as I saw exactly how big it was. Then my thighs were clamped together for an entirely different reason.
Slowly, almost casually, he undid the button of his trousers and let them fall to the carpet.
He stopped and picked up his pants, giving me plenty of time to look at the hard outline in his tight boxer briefs that hid nothing.
Not his length or girth, or the ridges of the veins that ran from the base to the tip.
When he slid down his underwear, his enormous cock bobbed under its own weight. I looked at the door and wondered if I could make it. I wasn’t sure where I was, but it seemed like I was in a high-end hotel. Surely I could find someone to help...
Before I could make a move, his hands were on my thighs again, prying them apart.
“Please, you’re too big, it won’t fit,” I whined, trying in vain to keep my legs closed.
He laughed as he pushed me up further on the bed and lay between my thighs. “Don’t worry, Anna, it will fit, and then you will beg for more.”
My stomach turned at his coarse words. He cut off whatever retort was on my lips with a kiss.
I could taste myself on his lips, a sweet tartness that hadn’t been there before. I tried to turn my face away, but he wouldn’t let me.
There was no escaping him or anything that he wanted to do to me.
He hoisted one of my legs up, hooking it around his back before he lined that huge thing up with my body, and I braced myself, ready for the pain.
It didn’t hurt at first.
He had gotten me so wet that he slid in, stretching me to my limits, but instead of a shock of pain, there was a burning stretch and a fullness that was unfamiliar but good.
His first few thrusts were slow and deep.
Stupidly, I let myself relax, which was apparently what he was waiting for.
“That’s right, take my cock like a good little slut,” he purred in my ear. “I know you like the way I ate your sweet little cunt, but that is nothing compared to what I am going to do to you.”
My cheeks burned hotter because I knew he meant every word. What I wanted, what I thought, was of no consequence to him. The way my body responded to his mouth, his fingers, his cock, and now his words was all the permission he needed...no. Not permission. He didn’t need that.
He had claimed me, and to him that was the only permission he needed. My body’s reactions were the encouragement that he fed on. To him, fucking me was nothing more than a game. I was just a toy that had a cheat code when you found the right sequence of buttons.
Play with my breasts, or lick my clit, and suddenly it was so much easier to slide inside of me. That was all I was to him. A game.
His speed picked up, and when another moan escaped my lips, he fucked me faster, working me up to what I knew he wanted.
“My God, you’re so fucking tight, you were made for this cock. You were made to be in my bed, naked, waiting for me to come and fuck you.”
His words only confirmed what I knew. And I hated that it made me feel hollow, cheap, and used, like I was nothing more than a sex toy to him. That I could be any woman, any hooker, or even an expensive doll. An AI lover, the fact that I had a heartbeat completely inconsequential.
I hated how it made me feel cheap almost as much as I hated how it set my blood on fire.
My mind fought against it, but my body loved the way the ridges of his cock felt thrusting inside of me. Warmth spread through my body at his touch; every cell in my body was on fire.
“When this is all over, that’s exactly how I’m going to keep you. Chained to my bed. Singing your pretty little heart out, playing your guitar, until I’m ready for this tight cunt.”
His words were punctuated with a grunt as he thrust harder, one hand gripping my wrists, holding them even further above my head. The other squeezing my neck and making my lips tingle and my head swim. His voice was muffled by the sound of my heart thundering in my ears, but I still heard him.
I still heard how he wanted to keep me as his personal sex toy. Nothing more, nothing less.
Tears burned at the back of my eyes, and my face was flushed by my effort to fight off the pleasure coming from the way he fucked me.
If I enjoyed this, if I wanted it, if my heels pressed into his back harder, urged him on faster, then he was right, that was what I was going to be. There was no way to fight him. He was too big, too strong, and if I fought him, he would just hurt me.
But I could fight myself.
I could fight the urge to give in to his movements, to melt into his touch, and to arch my back or angle my hips so he could thrust into me deeper and harder.
That was what I did. I fought.
“You take me so well. Your tight cunt is milking my cock for everything it has. I bet your mouth will feel just as good. I can’t wait to see you on your knees, tears spilling down your cheeks as I fuck your pretty face and you swallow every drop.
You will learn to swallow all of me down.
I’ll even have your tight ass trained in no time. ”
His whispers should’ve turned me off, they should have made my blood run cold, but they didn’t. Instead, I opened my legs a little wider. I pressed into his back with my heels a little harder, urging him on, and my pussy tightened as pressure built in my core again.
This time, it felt different — stronger, but not as sharp. It was still building, and I needed it.
No. I wasn’t going to let him make me come for him. He didn’t get my pleasure again. I fought my body’s desires.
“That’s what you want. Isn’t it, Anna? To be mine. You’ll spend all day dripping in diamonds and all night on your back or your knees, while I fill you with my cum. I’ll get you drunk on it, addicted to it. Tell me you want it.”
“I want it, sir,” a voice that sounded like mine said.
No. I wouldn’t be his puppet. I wouldn’t come for him. I’d fight and—
“Come for me, pet,” he whispered in my ear — and I lost the battle.
I came apart on his cock, with his hand around my throat and his filthy words echoing in my ears. When I gave a shrill scream, his hand tightened around my throat, and the world went black.