Chapter 15
DARIUS
She whipped around to face me, the pliers in her hand raised like a knife. Her eyes were open wide as tears streaked down her cheeks.
"What are you doing here?" she screeched.
"Stopping you from doing something foolish," I said.
I grabbed her wrist with one hand and her throat with the other and whipped her around the room, slamming her against the wall just next to the metal bar that held her towel. The impact rattled the fixtures.
My grip on her wrist tightened until her delicate fingers released the pliers, and they clattered against the tile floor.
"Please let me go. Take this damn necklace off of me and let me go. I have nothing to do with my mother's politics. I don't know what she did, but I'm sure she deserves whatever you throw at her. I don't." More tears spilled down her face.
Fuck, she was beautiful when she cried.
Her eyes shining, her face wet, and her lips pink and swollen, as all the sweetest words spilled from her, making my cock throb with need.
She kept begging, and the more she begged, the harder she cried, the less control I had.
I leaned in and brushed my lips over her cheek, savoring the taste of her tears —salt and desperation— before, on some mix of impulse and instinct, I sank my teeth into her earlobe.
Her shocked gasp sent another wave of heat down my spine as my cock hardened even more, and I pressed against her. Her desperation was delicious, her words delectable, and her body responded to me like I owned it.
She was so goddamn addictive.
"Sorry, little one, that's not how blackmail works," I whispered in her ear before I kissed her, the mixture of her despair, her hatred, and her desire on her tongue irresistible.
Her free hand went to my shirt and pushed hard, her neck straining in an effort to turn her head, but I wasn't moving. For a good minute, she tried to fight me, but then her resistance buckled, and she melted.
My hand slid from her throat over the diamonds and then down to her breast, pinching her nipple through her dress until she rose on her toes and her hips ground into my aching cock.
"This isn't blackmail," she panted, her pupils blown wide with lust. She could fight me all she wanted, but her body didn't lie.
"Then what is it?" I asked, licking a tear from her cheek.
"It's extortion."
A dark chuckle escaped my lips. She was feisty, and I liked that. "I suppose you're right, but whether blackmail or extortion, I can't let you go."
"You won't get away with this." There was almost a hint of aggression in her voice. But it was lost in a gasp as I pinched her nipple again through her dress, blending the pleasure that she was becoming addicted to with just a hint of pain to make it really sing.
"You want to know a secret, maya soloveyka?" I grabbed her by the back of the neck and spun her around so she was bending over the bathroom sink and looking at me through the mirror. I watched her fingers curl around the porcelain edge, knuckles whitening.
Her lips parted, then her teeth sank into her lush lower lip. I leaned over her, making sure my hard cock pressed into her ass so she felt exactly what she was doing to me. "I've already gotten away with all of it."
When I flipped her skirt up and her panties down, she twisted against my grasp, wriggling sideways.
Not happening, maya soloveyka.
At the first hard smack I landed on her ass she gasped with shock, and her eyes widened. The second smack made her fight harder, trying to get free. But she stilled under the third.
Her face twisted with confusion while she tried to figure out how she had responded so readily to my touch. I ran my hand over her surprisingly full ass, admiring the way it pinkened under my touch.
"Are you going to be a good girl, maya soloveyka?" I asked.
"Fuck you," she bit out as she squirmed in my grip.
I let her see my smile in the mirror before I slapped her ass again, over and over until fresh tears spilled down her face and she panted, her ass glowing a pale pink.
I wasn't really spanking her. This wasn't a true punishment; it was a tease.
I kept going until I saw the glistening wetness appear between her pretty pussy lips, and I knew she was ready.
"I'll ask again. Are you going to be my good girl?"
"Yes, sir," she answered obediently.
I tightened my hand in her hair and bent her neck back so she had to watch me in the mirror. "Keep your eyes open. If you close them, I will punish you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she gasped.
In one swift move, I freed my hard cock and slammed it into her tight cunt. She cried out above my deep, satisfying moan, but her eyes didn't close.
She watched me with a dark fascination as I fucked her. I wasn't kind, I wasn't gentle. I was absolutely fucking savage. This wasn't about her pleasure. It wasn't even about mine.
"Is this what you really wanted?" I asked between clenched teeth.
"Yes." She then gasped as if shocked by the scandalous truth of her outburst.
"Just feeling the sharp sting of my hand on your ass makes this pussy wet?" I demanded to know. I needed to see if she would really admit it. Admit it to me, admit it to herself.
"Yes, sir." Her cheeks flamed a deep, dark red, and her pussy tightened around my cock.
"Has anyone ever spanked you before?" I fucked her harder, punctuating every single word with another thrust.
"No, sir." Something warm flared in my chest as she looked me in the eye to answer me. It was almost like pride in her for keeping her eyes open when it was clear she wanted to close them.
Her face was a mix of pain, humiliation, and ecstasy. Her cheeks glowed against her wild lilac hair. Even her eyes were glassy and bright, and those fucking perfect pouty lips formed an “O” as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Has anyone ever fucked you like this?" I asked as she pushed up on her toes, letting me fuck her deeper.
"No, sir," she cried. Her thighs trembled against mine.
This wasn't about making her come, I lied to myself. It was about control. It was about teaching her who was in charge and making sure she never tried to take that necklace off again. I needed her to obey without question.
"Tell me how much you like it," I demanded.
"I... I..." Her words stuttered, so I gave her another slap to the ass, the smack echoing in the small bathroom.
"Tell me."
"I like it. I need it. No one has ever..."
I smacked her ass again, sweat beading on my brow as I fought to keep a firm grip on my pleasure. The way her hot little cunt was milking my cock, I ached to spill inside of her, but not yet.
Not until I proved to myself that I was in control.
Even though deep down I knew I was losing it.
If I were truly in control, I wouldn't need to touch her at all. I wouldn't need to break her to keep her in line. But there was something about her resistance, something about her broken pride that made me want to devour her.
She shook in her effort to not give in to the pleasure, the mirror reflecting her furrowed brows as she fought against it. The way she stared at me in sheer determination—she seemed to think coming was a personal failure.
Maybe it was, for her. But watching her body betray her, the pleasure overwhelming her, was a victory for me.
I had every intention of winning, and no one was going to stand in the way.
With one hand tangled in her hair, pulling her up, my other hand snaked around her body and delved between her legs, searching for that little bundle of nerves that would guarantee my victory.
"Tell me, tell me what you need."
"I... I..." Her words stuttered again.
She knew what she wanted, she just didn't want to tell me.
That was a problem I intended to correct immediately. I reared back and slapped her pussy hard.
Her back arched, and a fresh wave of hot moisture flooded her cunt and dripped down my cock.
"Say it," I demanded, my cock thrusting harder to punctuate every word.
"I need to come. I need you to make me come," she pleaded, and the dam broke.
Once she managed to get it out the first time, every single plea followed, spilling from her beautiful lips. "Please, it feels so good, and it hurts, and I need to come. I need you to fuck me."
"Good girl," I whispered in her ear as I fucked her harder.
Her back arched, and I slipped my fingers over her clit to draw tight, fast circles over the bundle of nerves.
"God, yes," she cried out, urging me on.
"God has nothing to do with it. This is all me."
I slapped her clit one more time, and she came with a silent scream. Watching her come apart, witnessing the raw, animalistic needs and desires painted across her features, were the most awe-inspiring things I had ever seen.
Tension and relief warred on her face as I fucked her through every single fucking tremor.
"Beg," I demanded. "Beg me to fill this greedy little pussy."
My own orgasm was just on the precipice. I didn't need her to beg to come, I needed her to beg to prove I was still in control.
"Please, I need it." She bent over lower, rising on her tiptoes, forcing her body to take more of me, every fucking inch. "Please fill me. I'll be good. I promise. Please. I'll be so good for you, sir."
The second she said “sir” while those gray eyes watched me in the mirror, I lost it. With a barbaric roar, I came so hard my vision whited out for a moment.
I didn't know how she did it, what witchcraft she fucking had, but while I struggled to regain control, she took it all. She somehow took control of the entire situation, and I came not because I was ready to come but because she demanded it.
Fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me.
She was a temptation that was going to drag me down to hell.
I'd go willingly and happily if it meant I got to bury myself in her tight heat every night.
I pulled out of her, stopping to admire my work.
The faint outline of handprints on her pale ass, her swollen pussy lips, the mixture of both of our come dripping from her tight little cunt.
That sight alone was almost enough to tempt me into fucking her again. Especially when I glimpsed her reflection in the mirror, still watching me, her teeth sinking into her lush bottom lip.
Did she know she had stolen my control?
It didn't matter. I was reclaiming it immediately.
I turned on the shower, the water near scorching. Steam began to rise immediately, curling between us.
Anna hadn't moved. She was still bent over the sink, her body shaking as she tried to catch her breath.
I pulled her upright, then lowered the zipper on her dress. The rasp of metal teeth cut through the humid air.
Steam filled the room, and condensation formed on the mirror. She remained motionless, silent, as I pushed her dress off her shoulders and let it float down to the floor.
My hands went to her breasts, cupping them, weighing them, and then pinching her pale pink nipples, making them so taut they pointed to the sky.
"Tell me, Anna, do you like the way I touch you?"
She turned her head to the side, refusing to answer.
I leaned down to whisper in her ear as my fingers tightened around her nipples in warning. "Do not make me punish you. The spanking was nothing. You will tell me the truth...or the punishment will be severe."
"I like the way you touch me, but I hate that I like it."
I chuckled at her brutal honesty.
"Why do you hate it?"
"Because I shouldn't want it. You are using me to hurt my mother. Your touch should be repulsive. It makes me feel used, like a toy."
The condensation on the mirror was getting thicker. Several drops gathered on the glass and slid down, clearing a path through the haze.
"You are my little sex doll. Do you want to know the real reason you hate it?" I asked.
She met my eye in the foggy glass where the condensation had cleared a path just wide enough. "Why?"
"Because you fucking love it. I think you like it when I fuck you hard and dirty because then you can tell yourself you didn't have a choice."
"No—I—"
"Yes, that's exactly it. That's why when I left you wanting this morning, you weren't relieved. This will go so much easier for you if you admit you like being my little plaything."
She glared at me in the mirror, but I saw the way her pupils were wide and the way her fingers curled around the edge of the sink. She couldn't hide the way her pulse raced and her hips pushed back against me, begging for more.
"Here is what you are going to do. You are going to get in the shower and get cleaned up. Then, when you get out, you will put on the dress I picked out for you. I am taking you out tonight."
With a quick smack on her ass, I left her alone in the bathroom.
If I were in there another moment, I wasn't sure I wouldn't break under the temptation and fuck her again.
And bending her over again, putting her on her knees, and having her lick her juices off of my cock was really fucking tempting.
I even had the time, but I needed to prove to myself that I was still in control. That I could take her or leave her as I saw fit.