Chapter 2
Rurik
My short stopover in London wasn't as bad as I expected, but when I saw the blonde-haired woman, I decided against going to Club X.
This was no small feat for me since I loved their milking room.
The woman intrigued me the more I observed her.
She sat in the bar of a five-star hotel while working on a trading strategy.
The clothes she wore were worn for comfort, not pulling men.
She was oblivious to the people around her, and her low-cut top beneath her shirt assured me of a bountiful bosom.
After a few words exchanged with this woman, I knew where the night ahead lay.
There were no coy ploys, no games, and her deep blue eyes stared into mine directly as she spoke.
Her outer appearance was young, but it was false because she was far more intelligent than she appeared.
She would make an excellent employee.
When was the last time I was so captivated by a woman? I couldn't say, but the siren before me was in for a rough night.
I handed her my phone, watching her lips twitch until a faint smile appeared, curling the edges of her lips.
It seemed I was disease-free for her.
“And what do I call you tonight?”
I asked, taking my phone from her.
The waiter brought her the milky cocktail and my juice.
“Whatever you want,”
she said, sipping her drink.
I decided I needed to buy more condoms because the two emergency ones I carried wouldn't cut it for tonight’s activities.
Once I downed my juice, I excused myself to pay for our drinks and get some provisions.
The hotel receptionist gave me another room key, which I left with her, and told her to be there in my room in an hour.
“One hour and not a second late,”
I said, repeating my room number before leaving.
I had no clue why she hadn't fucked anyone for over two years, and nor did I care because I was the one who would have the privilege of fucking her tight little cunt tonight.
Maksim was waiting for me in the car.
This was why I never travelled without my entourage.
***
Precisely an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
It wasn’t hesitant or timid, and I smiled as I opened the door.
I was left staring at her ass as she sashayed past me.
She had changed her clothes to a practical, short black dress.
It was modest, but the silky material of the skirt swayed with her movements.
There was no flirting, no foreplay. She walked through the penthouse to hunt for the master bedroom.
My nostrils flared at her audacity, and my rampant desire became uncontrollable, slamming the door shut to chase after her.
I found her in the bedroom twirling the handcuffs around her finger.
“Are these for me or you?”
she asked with amusement twinkling in her blue eyes.
Her blonde hair was shoulder-length, but the strands were cut to showcase her features.
The delicate nose, pouting pink lips and deep blue eyes, darker than mine.
Her legs were spread apart, and my eyes travelled down her body until they reached the long-heeled ankle boots.
“Oh, they are definitely for you,”
I drawled, closing the bedroom door before unbuttoning my shirt.
“I like your ambition,”
she said, placing the handcuffs beside the industrial-sized bottle of lube and 100 pack of condoms. “But I’m afraid the statistics work against your fantasy.”
My shirt fell to the floor, and I began to work on my leather belt.
The belt that would whip some of her sass out tonight while I reshaped her pussy.
She unzipped her dress before she pulled it off and tossed it onto the floor.
Her pearly skin looked almost translucent against her sexy black underwear that had splashes of red embroidered into it.
I dropped my boxers down my thighs to hear her gasp, but seeing her shock was fucking priceless.
“You were saying?”
I asked, walking towards her.
Her eyes reflected my hunger, and I thanked fate for my stopover in London.
Her hands vanished behind her back before her bra slipped off, and my body froze when I saw the most perfect pink nipples.
They were larger than most in comparison to the size of her ample breasts.
“How many screaming orgasms can you provide me with in one single night?”
she said in a sultry siren voice.
I glanced away from her nipples, not realising I had moved closer to her.
“Let’s find out,”
I said, pushing her back on the bed.
Her hair fell away from her face, her breasts shook as she landed, and it took mere seconds to rip the remaining scrap of lace from her.
***
The room was silent, but the scent of our long night of sex lingered in the air.
There was never a sweeter scent than this woman’s pussy.
I traced a finger over one of the belt marks left on her ass.
If I could only have one night with her I would make the most of it this morning.
She could handle a bruised cervix as well as I could, my dick being rubbed raw from the latex condoms.
I closed my eyes, remembering how I ripped the damn thing off to cum all over those slapped pink tits.
What I didn’t expect was for her to swirl her finger in it and lick it all off.
I slid off the bed to check the time.
It was nearly 4 am.
There was time.
She didn’t bring her phone.
I should have asked my hacker to infiltrate it when I had the chance in the bar.
Her room key was useless as it had no number on it.
With a sigh, I picked up a condom. I would need to make this last fuck count on the off chance that I didn’t get her details in the morning.
My dick was a sucker for punishment since I was rock hard again.
I rolled the thin latex down my length before climbing back onto the bed.
She was lying on her side with her back and ass hanging out of the bedsheets, sleeping peacefully.
I eased her onto her back, watching her hand fall onto the bed.
The dark circle from the handcuffs was a contrast to her porcelain skin.
Oh, she screamed alright.
She screamed on my dick in pain and pleasure, begging me to stop before begging me to fuck her harder—a contradiction like no other.
I spread her legs open as wide as they would go, smiling when I saw my fingerprints on her thighs.
My smile vanished when I saw her pussy.
The puffed-up lips were as pink as her nipples from how hard I fucked her.
I licked my lips at the memory of burying my face into her pussy.
Her soft, downy blonde hair tickled my lip and nose.
My dick leaked inside the condom, and I felt like ripping it off, cursing her stipulation.
My mood dipped from a burning desire to sullen resentment.
She was lucky that I would be using lube.
I pried her pussy open, looking at the various shades of pink before easing my cock inside of her.
It took a couple of tries before she began to take me with ease.
I leaned over her breasts to lick her nipples, the abused flesh I sucked on until she was close to tears.
Her relaxed state allowed me to slip deeper inside of her, and my dick throbbed at the feel of her muscles enclosing around me.
It didn’t matter that I had a condom on.
All that mattered was being inside this unique sexy woman to ensure whenever she moved, she thought about me and my dick.
Her nipple began to harden, and her limbs moved, but her eyes remained closed.
I gently tweaked her other peaked nipple, which seemed hypocritical since I was so rough with them last night.
Everyone had their preferences, but I was a breast man through and through.
It was an affliction, and I had to consciously avert my gaze, especially in business situations.
These specific tits were worth missing out on my milking time in Club X.
I glanced down to see that I was only at the halfway mark, moving her hair out of the way.
I kissed her neck, gripping the bed before screwing myself into her until she stirred.
My heart began to pound when I felt her tighten around me, and I swung my hips downward, driving into her the way I needed.
The tip of my cock, grazing her insides as she gasped awake.
I wrapped my arms around her, pinning her in place before driving my hips back and forth until my pelvis hit hers.
She couldn’t speak, but her face was scrunched up in pain.
Her short hisses of breath spluttered out of her each time I fucked into her, ensuring to slam into her harder than the thrust before.
“You’re going to scream again for me while you milk my cock,”
I whispered through the steady thrusts.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging to me, but still didn’t speak.
“Good girl.
I hope you’re sore and feel me each time you move.
When you see every mark I left on your body, that you remember me and this dick.”
With that said, I ground my body against her, gripping her as she started to slide up the bed with how hard my body pushed against hers.
I felt the lube and her pussy around the base of my cock, running down my balls.
Her nails raked down my back and dug into my sides; knowing she was leaving her mark on me, I growled.
My mind was gone, and my body took over.
I fucked her on her knees, on her side, smacking her lily-white ass to leave more marks on her until I had her on her back again with her legs on my shoulders.
Her eyes were on me, sweat-drenched hair on the sides of her face.
It wasn’t enough, so I held her by the throat until her face turned pink and her cunt choked me, but I didn’t stop plunging inside of her.
When she began to choke and gasp for air, she clawed my arm, but I felt her scream beneath my hand as she came.
I released her throat only to pin her legs back to the bed in order to drive as deep as I could inside of her.
Her pussy was clenching down on me, and just as I was thrusting inside of her, I felt the condom stretch and burst.
My eyes flew open, and I tried to slow down, but the feel of her hot wet cunt around me without the latex was incredible.
My balls tightened, and I shot my load inside her while doing what I set out to do, beat her cervix with my dick.
Nothing worked in my mind because each time I spurt more cum inside of her pussy, my hips drove forward, shoving my jizz in deeper.
There was no way I could have done anything differently because even in a billion alternate realities, I would not have been able to pull out of her contracting pussy hole.
When I was able to move again, her legs were down, and her eyes were closed.
We could address the matter regarding the condom in the morning.
With any luck, she was on the pill, but a sinister part of me wished she wasn’t so I could get her contact details.
***
When I woke up again, it was with a broad smile on my face until I remembered the burst condom.
I jerked upright, but the bed was empty.
That day, I spent all my time searching for her.
My hacker accessed the hotel reservation system, but there was no sign of her.
A name was essential, or if the hotel kept copies of passports, I could have recognised her.
Unfortunately, England had no such policy to keep a record of photographic ID on file.
It left a bitter taste in my mouth that for all the wealth and resources I had, I may never see the sassy blonde woman again.
There was a slight chance that she could be pregnant, but that would mean she wasn't on any contraception, and it was her ovulation time.
Little did I know at that time that I would spend years thinking about that one nut inside the best pussy I’d ever had.