Chapter 19
BANE
I’m so incredibly full, my body unable to move, just taking it over and over from the vibrating dildo shoved up my ass. Georgiy is just stroking me gently as I lie here, his fingers trailing over my head, my back, my dick. He strokes that tauntingly until I’m writhing back against him.
For once, I want his dick inside me, not just a toy. But I say nothing. Not wanting to push him into something he’s not ready for.
I just want him to want me enough to fuck me.
Or maybe I’m just delirious with lust. Maybe I don’t know what I want anymore. He sucked my dick, made me faint, and is now keeping me on edge for what feels like hours. My up is down and my back is forth. Or is it forward? Front?
Oh god, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I just want to be facing him when he slides inside. I want to watch him lose his fucking mind.
But that won’t happen anytime soon. No, he’s getting off on teasing me, on bringing me right to the edge of an orgasm before bringing me down, massaging my back and legs, making me soften and relax before turning the dildo back on and making me groan.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Horny.”
“You are always horny, yes?”
“Yes, well, I love being fucked. And it’s been a long time since I’ve had any.”
His fingers tighten around my thigh. “But from now on, it will only be me who enters you. No one else. Da?”
“I know, but you aren’t entering me at all. Just this fake dick!” It’s a whine, a plea, but he ignores my brattiness. Just slaps my ass hard, making me grunt from the sting of it.
“You’ll get it when I’m ready.”
“You’re never ready.”
“Patience.”
“I’ve been patient for ages.”
He chuckles and spanks my ass again, making sure to hit the dildo as well. It aches, pushing further inside me.
“It’s been three months, but still, it feels like a lifetime, doesn’t it? I almost don’t remember what my life was like before you.”
That makes me freeze, trying to turn my head to glance at him, but I can’t. I’m too scrunched up, too restrained.
I wiggle and he slaps my ass again.
“Patience.”
“Fuck patience. I hate it. It’s crap!”
Something is stuffed into my mouth, and I scowl at him. I really am trying to be angry, but its only making me horny. It seems I’m helpless after all.
“You’ll take it as I give it.”
He works the vibrating cock in and out of me until I’m panting, struggling to breathe, but loving every minute of it. It’s too much, so big. It’s preparing me for his dick, it’s making sure I can just swallow him whole.
“Look at you, so pretty. Taking this dick so well.”
I groan, the rag in my mouth making drool pool on the sheets beneath me.
He rams it into me, and I grunt. He does it again, pain zipping through me.
He’s punishing me for rushing him.
I love it. I want more.
But suddenly, I’m empty. My hole is gaping, my eyes opening in shock.
Then I feel the rope slide from my wrists, and he flips me over. My legs and arms unfurl slowly, the blood flowing back into them as he rearranges me.
He uses the rope that previously kept my hands behind my back to tie me to the headboard. Georgiy is kneeling between my spread legs, using his knees to spread them wider, so much so that I grunt in pain.
I can’t possibly stretch any further. I’m as sprawled as they come. Georgiy’s eyes fall from my cock to my balls before his hands shift me up and he examines my ass. Like the finest doctor on Earth. Like he’s taking notes on what he sees.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, and I sigh in relief. Thank the devil for this gift. I’ve wanted his dick in my ass since we first met. “Going to stick my cock right in this tight little hole,” he murmurs, his finger brushing against it. “So wet already.”
I moan, and he grips onto my cock roughly, using it to pull my hips up as he slots his bare dick at my hole.
I know he’s not wearing a condom because I didn’t see one.
No, he trusts me enough to do this.
With a shift of his hips, he pushes inside. Just an inch, but I nearly come from the realization that he’s breaching me. Breaching me bare. That Georgiy, my Georgiy is inside me. Finally.
He tugs on my dick harder, pulling me up a little more and slides in another inch.
“Very good,” he chokes out and then murmurs a slew of Russian phrases I can’t decipher.
Not that I’m paying much attention. My mind is too focused on the sensation of him pushing further and further inside me, tunneling in until he’s settled balls deep.
I can feel him in my gut, in my throat. He’s completely ruined me. I’m broken apart by him in this moment.
His eyes meet mine and his hand strokes down the length of my dick before his fingers curl around my thighs. He pushes my knees to my chest, his cock twitching inside me as we shift positions.
I stare up at him, my eyes taking him in. His flushed cheeks, his dilated pupils, the way his perfect hair is mussed.
He’s worked for this, and he likes what he sees. What he feels.
I squeeze my hole around his cock and he grunts.
“You are trying to make me come, but I have restraint,” he murmurs.
I bob my head and do it again. Georgiy’s fingers tighten on my legs and he grinds his hips against me, his cock pulsing inside me.
I squeeze around him once more.
He’s growing frustrated with my taunts, so he pulls out of me and slams back in, his eyelids drooping as skin meets skin in an angry slap, his hair falling further over his forehead as we’re both jostled.
I want to reach up and brush back those wayward strands, but I’m still tied up. I can’t move. I can only take.
He holds himself inside me and then drags himself out. His body shakes, his muscles bulging as he experiences it. My ass. My hole. It is very impressive. It should be made into a Wonder of the World. Who needs the Great Wall of China when you could have Bane’s Ass?
That makes me giggle, and Georgiy’s eyes narrow.
“Seems you’re having too much fun, umnyashka. Perhaps I should make it hurt.”
Oh, I like that idea. I like it a lot.
He seems to as well. He pushes my legs up even further, my knees at my ears now, and leans down, making me groan at the feel of him splitting me wide open.
“I’m going to make you scream.”
And then he moves.
It’s fast and brutal, his cock tunneling in and out of me with precision.
With force. My body slides up the mattress, my head hitting the headboard, and my neck tilting at an awkward angle, but still, he doesn’t stop.
Not that I want him to. I like this unhinged version of him.
He’s losing control. He’s losing all of it.
His mind.
His peace.
His fucking cum.
It’s going to be lost inside me. It’s going to take days to make its way out of me.
Georgiy lowers himself further onto me, his chest touching mine as he grinds into me, his cock still pistoning in and out of my body. Still rutting. He doesn’t stop.
But he’s struggling, and so am I. We both want release, but we don’t want this to be over too soon.
It feels too good. All of it feels incredible.
My cock aches and the friction of his body against it is indescribable. That mixed with the way his dick is plundering my ass is making it leak. And I know if he keeps this up, I’ll be coming hands-free.
The rag in my mouth is suddenly ripped free, and Georgiy meets my stare. His cheeks are dark red, his irises almost hidden as he says, “Tell me how much you love this.”
“Oh. Oh,” I groan, wetting my dry lips as I try to come up with the words. “I love it. I fucking love—”
His lips meet mine in a harsh kiss, and as his tongue pushes into my mouth and tangles with mine, I feel my orgasm barrel through me. It starts in my legs and moves to my balls, and as he rubs against my cock, I explode.
He doesn’t stop, though, just keeps taking me, my hole squelching around his length. I tighten my rim, and he leans back slightly and bites down on my neck.
“You are such a bad boy.”
“I am the best boy.”
He kisses me roughly before leaning down toward my ear and whispering, “My boy.”
Then he’s back to eating my mouth, consuming me as he fucks me, sucking on my tongue until he finally starts to lose his rhythm.
His hips slap against mine, reckless, uneven.
And a minute later, he shudders as his release fills my ass.
It’s long and drawn out, not as perfunctory as I expected it to be.
No, he felt it. All of it. And he liked it.
His body shivers and shifts, and then he stills, his forehead hitting mine for a moment as he pants, before he pulls off me entirely.
As he does, his release empties from me onto the sheets, making a mess of his bed.
His body shifts between my legs once more and he inspects my ass, prodding it with his finger.
“You’re red.”
“Of course I am. You fucked me to within an inch of my life.”
“Not nearly an inch, or you wouldn’t be talking right now.”
I suck in a breath and let it out slowly. “You’re right. Next time, fuck me into unconsciousness. Or fuck me while I’m unconscious. That’s fine too.”
He grins at that and then slides a finger into my ass—my sloppy, messy ass—and finds my prostate, bringing me easily over the edge once more. My cock sputters and spurts and when I’m finally drifting off into a state of slumber, I hear Georgiy growl in annoyance.
“What are you doing in here? You weren’t invited.”
I peel my tired eyelids back and see the twins lingering in the doorway.
My mouth tilts up as Georgiy covers me with a sheet.
“He looks dead,” Ezra comments.
“He does. It’s the sheet,” Cain adds.
I close my eyes once more and listen as Georgiy shuffles around.
“You don’t need to pretend you’re actually dead,” Georgiy tells me lowly.
“I don’t mind,” I say from the corner of my mouth. “It’s a fantasy of theirs.”
He huffs in annoyance, and then I hear him growl. “What do you want? I thought you were here to dispose of bodies.”
“We are. There are so many, so much work, so we came to collect.”
“Collect what?”
“A prize.”
Georgiy is silent, and I peek an eye open. “They want something dirty.”
“Why would they want something dirty? Why can’t anyone around here want something clean?”
I giggle and then lean up and meet their curious stares.
“What do you want?”
“I assume you both have already fucked.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “First time and everything.” I stretch out happily. “It was so good. The best sex I’ve ever had.”
They don’t look impressed, but they do take a step into the room. At the same time. It’s very creepy and very hot.
If I didn’t have Georgiy, I’d let them do me.
Although Viktor said he did that once, and they got a little too obsessed.
Not that I mind a little obsession.
I peer over at Georgiy, who looks like he is about to stab one or both of them. I’d like to see that. Him going feral, just letting a knife sink into one of them.
“A picture of his hole,” Ezra says, pointing to me.
I start to move, ready to bend over, but Georgiy stops me.
“No. Pick something else.”
They frown in tandem. “We don’t want anything else. We want to see what you did to him.”
“Something. Else.”
That dark voice, the way he threatens murder with his words makes my dick twitch. I bet it could get hard if it really wanted to.
“What about Kit and Jax? I thought they’d have something you’d like.”
“They refused. Everyone here is becoming too prudish,” Cain replies. “We may need to reassess our contract.”
“What about Ellery?”
“The one with the fake Boston accent?”
That makes Georgiy stiffen. “How is it fake?”
I nod. “Oh yes. I forgot. I heard it slip during the fight. Then they sounded, Irish, I think. But they remind me of me, so I bet they’d give you something,” I say, and Cain and Ezra look at one another, some kind of telepathic conversation moving between them.
“Fine. But we’ll be back for our payment if they refuse.”
“Sounds good,” I say, smacking my lips together and falling back onto the pillow, listening as the door snicks shut and wiggling this way and that.
“Stay still,” Georgiy grumbles, but I’m too happy, I just want to move.
I squirm until I’m right up against Georgiy. He smells like me, and I can’t stop sniffing.
“Are you a sobachka now?”
“A cute little dog? Maybe? Maybe I should lick you, too.”
I stick out my tongue, ready to swipe it up his chest, but he stops me with a hand on my chin.
“No, go to sleep. You’re tired.”
A whine slips from me. “But when I sleep, I remember.”
“I’ll be here, umnyashka. I’ll make sure to keep the demons away.”
And he is. In my dreams, when Death inevitably comes and hovers over me, his dark eyes flashing, my reaper is there, clawing the cloying, sickly smell of him away slowly, making him recede to the back of my mind.
And for the first time in ages, I sleep well.