Chapter 50 Trust #2
Roman always knew what I wanted. I didn't want to be caressed, I didn't want to be teased, I just wanted to be fucked. And he gave me just that.
"I think you like it, baby.” Roman spoke slowly, deliberately. “I think you like having all your holes filled, don't you?"
I couldn’t respond, couldn’t catch my breath. My mind was in another place, my little submissive self greedily feasting on having every single desire fulfilled.
His thrusts deep and controlled; his large hand held my shoulder as he steadied me in the position he wanted. His groans blended in with the sounds of his thrusts, creating the filthiest soundtrack.
I blabbered something incoherent, unable to make any real words in this state. My pussy was getting everything it deserved; every moan, every sound coming out of my mouth a loud declaration of the heaven my body was living in.
Suddenly, I felt the loss of pressure from the anal plug, gasping at the unexpected change. But just as fast, something cool and wet hit my backside, the lube preparing me for an out-of-body experience.
I trembled at the thought, my little heart beating against my ribcage as if trying to escape. Roman didn’t say a word. He let the silence speak while I lay there, cheek pressed to the bed, thoughts wiped blank.
And then he eased the plug back in, just slightly, just enough to deny me the full satisfaction. “Daddy…” I begged, pushing my hips back on instinct. Yes. I was so exposed, so utterly helpless. And I fucking loved every second of it.
"Yes, baby.” He encouraged. “Show me how much you want it. Show Daddy how good it feels.”
He played with the plug slightly, rotating and pumping it in and out in a slow tease.
His other hand ran up my inner thigh, and his two fingers slipped inside my dripping pussy, just playing.
Slowly and leisurely, like he had all the time in the world, he curled his fingers inside while he pumped the plug.
I loved everything he did to me, but when I was like this—laid out, restrained, obedient, open…nothing compared. Nothing could replicate this experience.
Roman reveled in how compliant I was under his touch. He loved to hear what he was doing to me, fucking me senseless, taking everything from me, and letting him do what he wanted. Wait. It was actually what I wanted.
With no warning, the plug slid out, quickly replaced by more lube. Before I had time to process, I felt it—the thick tip of his cock right where I’d fantasized about. My face flooded with warmth, and my breath caught in my chest, anticipation and nerves twisting into an unbreakable knot inside me.
"Fuck,” he drawled, "You’re doing so good, Angel. So well-trained. You’ll take everything I give you today, won't you?"
I nodded quickly, but he wanted to hear me say it. He yanked my hair roughly, and I gasped, shooting my eyes open. “Yes, Daddy!” I cried out, ready to beg just to get what I wanted. “I’m yours. I belong to you."
"Good girl.” He praised quietly and then…pushed in.
Slow, steady.
The stretch was so foreign; it was too much, it was so overwhelming. My jaw hung open as the sound poured out of my chest, unfiltered and loud.
“Fuuuuck, Daddy!”
"Shh…did you think I was going to take you gently?
" His dark chuckle sounded behind me, his hard cock stretching me for the first time.
My eyes rolled back, the whole scene melting my fucking brain.
"No, Angel,” he said it like a death sentence.
“I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget how to breathe. You will scream for me.”
"Daddy..." My voice trembled, but I had no thoughts, almost coming apart at his words.
"You know I want it…moya devochka.” He threatened me with exactly what I wanted to hear. “And you're going to do what I want. You're going to keep your pretty face down on the bed and your delicious ass up for me." He bottomed out inside me at the last word.
At first slowly, he pulled out, letting me breathe through the unknown sensation. My body was loose, prepared, and ready for him, so he thrust back in, this time firmer, deeper, his voice piercing me like thunder. “Yes. Good…that’s it.” He praised me. “Stay just like that while Daddy fucks you.”
He began steadily, letting us both soak in the feeling, but very quickly he picked up speed. Each thrust smoother, harder; his cock slid in and out with ease, the hot, burning pressure spreading through me like wildfire.
"Fuck, Angel…this is so good. You are so good baby." His voice cracked, the dominant persona slipping from him with every passing second—he sounded anything but in control.
He grabbed my arms, lifting me off the bed, still cuffed, and dragged me back onto him with every sharp thrust. His cock pounded into my ass, fast and deep, and all I could do was moan—wordless, wrecked, thoroughly fucked.
"Oh, fuck!" I cried out as Roman yanked me upright onto my knees, his chest pressing into my back, his shoulders enveloping mine. His breath hot against my ear, both of our moans tangled with each other—desperate, loud, and fulfilled.
His arms wrapped around me, those rough hands clutching at my breasts, kneading with exactly the kind of pressure I loved.
"Fuck, Daddy! Just like that. Just—” another rough thrust, “—like—” a harsh smack on my thigh sent my vision into darkness, “—that!” I begged, flushed and spent, every snap of his hips jolting my body.
Pain and pleasure merged into overwhelming heat, making my face burn and my thighs tremble. Delirious, my eyes could no longer stay open, my mind useless—just mush. I could only feel.
I gave him everything, obeyed every command, and surrendered to the moment, to every one of his movements as he fucked my ass exactly how I’d imagined he would.
"Oh my God, baby.” He confessed in my ear. “You take it so good. You’re such a good girl for me. My perfect, obedient Angel.”
He pushed me forward onto the bed and leaned over me, this new angle allowing him to penetrate deeper and harder.
His hand snaked between my legs, and just a few strokes of his finger on my throbbing clit was all it took to drive me into ecstasy.
My orgasm seeped into my bones, blinding me to my surroundings.
My body shaking like a leaf underneath him, every cell inside me experienced rapture. I screamed his name from the pleasure pulsating through me—just like he promised I would.
Limp and panting and completely spent, I barely registered how his thrusts turned frantic, and with a low and guttural groan, he spilled inside me, locking me in that final, breathless moment.
We didn’t speak. We didn’t think.
This wasn’t a fuck—this was a bond that could survive fire and hell. One that couldn’t be broken even by death.
But the fairy tale had to be put on pause that afternoon. We stayed under the sheets all morning, wishing for the clock to stop ticking.
Roman’s kiss took my breath away right before I ascended the steps of a private jet.
What a lifestyle. A private jet flew me back to New York.
It's like I was dating a movie star—all of the world’s doors open, everything at my fingertips.
Except he was so much better than anyone else in the whole world.
Thankfully, the week without him flew by, and I was giddy with anticipation of having him with me in New York again. He was due to arrive tomorrow morning, and I floated out of the library that Friday evening, as if walking on air.
The city lights muted in the light drizzle of early March gloom; I passed a convenience store and stopped in my tracks. John Clemens stepped out with a bottle of water in his hand, his image so out of place here.
"Isla?" he said, surprised, a genuine smile on his face. "What a lovely surprise! How are you?" We exchanged pleasantries, catching up on life as if we were old acquaintances.
It was odd seeing him like this just on the street, especially considering the heavy conversation we had last time. John’s gaze dropped to my hand. "Are you…engaged?” His face lit up, as if he were a proud father. “Wow, look at that ring! Congratulations, Isla! Who’s the lucky man?!"
My heart clenched at his joy. I couldn’t not draw the comparison—my dad would have been just as happy that I was engaged, just as proud.
"Um, thank you John!” I shifted on my feet, anxiety suddenly rushing through me. “He’s—he’s not here right now. He’s in finance," I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind to try and justify the size of the ring.
The sky darkened during our five-minute conversation, the drizzle turning more insistent.
"Come on,” John said, already walking to the driver’s side of his illegally parked car. “I'll drive you where you need to go. It's starting to rain."
The door lock clicked open, and I hesitated for a second. But then a huge drop of freezing rain hit the bridge of my nose, and I thought…a drive couldn’t hurt.
I got in his car.