4. Nina #2
When the shaking finally slows, he lifts his head. His mouth and chin are shiny with my wetness. His eyes look dark and hungry.
He sits back on his knees and looks down at me. “On your knees.”
I’m still catching my breath. My body feels loose and warm from the orgasm, but anger is still burning in my chest. I push myself up slowly and slide off the bed. My legs feel shaky as I drop to my knees on the carpet in front of him.
He stands up and unbuckles his belt. The sound of the leather makes my stomach flip. He pushes his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, thick and hard, the head already wet with precum. It’s bigger than I expected. Heavy.
He wraps one hand around the base and strokes himself once. “Open your mouth.”
I glare up at him, still breathing hard. “I hate you.”
“Good. Now suck my cock like you hate me.”
I lean forward and take him into my mouth. He’s hot and thick on my tongue. I wrap my lips around the head and suck hard. He groans deep in his chest. His hand comes to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.
I take him deeper, sliding my mouth up and down his length. My tongue swirls around the head every time I pull back. Saliva drips down my chin. I moan around his cock, the sound vibrating against him.
“Fuck, Nina,” he growls. “Just like that.”
He starts to move his hips, fucking my mouth in shallow thrusts. I take it, sucking harder, hollowing my cheeks. One of my hands comes up to stroke the part I can’t fit in my mouth.
He tightens his grip in my hair and pulls me off him for a second. I gasp for air, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock.
“Hands behind your back,” he says.
I hesitate. He slaps my cheek lightly with his cock. “Now.”
I put my hands behind my back. He pushes back into my mouth, deeper this time. He fucks my face with steady strokes. I gag a little when he hits the back of my throat, but I don’t pull away.
He reaches down and gives my left breast a light slap. The sting makes me moan around his cock. Then he does it again to the other one. My nipples harden instantly.
His hand slides to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze hard, just rests his palm there, feeling me swallow around him. The light pressure makes everything feel more intense. “Such a good fucking mouth,” he mutters. “Look at you on your knees for the man you hate.”
I moan louder around his cock. My pussy is wet again, aching even after the orgasm he just gave me. I hate how much I like this.
He pulls out of my mouth suddenly and slaps his cock against my tongue a few times. Then he smacks my cheek lightly with it again. “Tell me how much you hate me while my cock is in your mouth.”
I look up at him, lips swollen and wet. “I hate you so much.”
He smiles darkly and pushes back between my lips.
I suck him harder, taking him as deep as I can manage. My head moves up and down fast, spit dripping down my chin onto my bare breasts. Wet, messy sounds fill the room every time I take him deeper. He groans low in his chest and tightens his grip in my hair, guiding me but not forcing me.
“Fuck, Nina,” he mutters, voice rough. “Your mouth is dangerous.”
I moan around his thick cock, the vibration making him twitch on my tongue.
I swirl my tongue around the head, then slide down again, hollowing my cheeks.
My hands stay behind my back like he told me, even though my shoulders ache.
I hate how much I like the way he tastes, the way he fills my mouth, the way he sounds when I suck him.
He lets me work him for another minute, breathing harder, then he suddenly pulls his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop. I gasp for air, lips swollen and shining. Strings of spit still connect me to him. My chest heaves as I look up at him, angry and aching between my legs.
“Get on the bed,” he says quietly. “Lie on your back.”
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and stand on shaky legs.
I climb onto the mattress and lie down. The sheets feel cool against my overheated skin.
My torn blouse still hangs off one shoulder.
My skirt is bunched uselessly around my waist. I feel completely exposed, and the worst part is how badly my body wants what is coming.
Nikolai kicks off the rest of his clothes and climbs over me.
He grabs my thighs with both hands and spreads my legs wide, pushing my knees apart until I’m completely open for him.
My pussy is soaked, swollen, and throbbing in the cool air.
I can feel how wet I am, how ready. I brace myself, expecting him to push inside right away. My hips twitch with anticipation.
But he doesn’t move forward.
He settles between my spread thighs, his heavy cock resting hot against my entrance.
The thick head nudges my clit, and a small jolt runs through me.
He looks down at me, eyes dark, one hand sliding up to wrap lightly around my throat again.
Not squeezing hard, just resting there, feeling my pulse race under his palm.
“Tell me you want this, Nina,” he says, voice low and steady. “I need to hear the words. Do you want my cock inside you?”
Heat rushes to my face. Humiliation burns through my chest. After everything he has done, after locking me in this house, after taking my choices, he still wants me to say it out loud. I glare up at him, mouth open, but the words will not come. I refuse to give him that satisfaction.
Instead, I reach down between our bodies with both hands. My fingers wrap around his thick, wet cock. It jumps in my grip, hot and heavy. I stroke him once, feeling how hard he is, then I line the head right against my slick entrance.
I look him straight in the eyes and pull him forward with my own hands.
He slides into me in one long, deep thrust.
A loud moan tears out of my throat the second he fills me. He’s so thick. He stretches me open completely, burying every inch until his hips press against mine. I feel full in a way I’ve never felt before, every part of me stretched around him. My walls flutter and squeeze tight around his cock.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my back arching off the bed. My hands fly up and grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
He groans deep, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. For a moment, he stays still, letting me feel how completely he is inside me. Then he pulls back slowly and thrusts in again, harder this time. The bed creaks under us. Skin slaps against skin with a loud, wet sound.
“Oh my god,” I moan. Every stroke hits so deep it makes my toes curl. Pleasure spreads through my belly, hot and sharp.
He sets a steady rhythm, fucking me with long, powerful thrusts.
His hand stays on my throat, light but possessive, thumb stroking the side of my neck.
With his other hand, he reaches down and slaps my breast, not hard, just enough to sting.
The sharp feeling makes me cry out, and my pussy clenches tighter around him.
He does it again to the other breast, then pinches my nipple between his fingers. The mix of sting and pleasure makes my head spin. I can’t think straight. All I can do is moan and take every deep thrust.
My hips start moving on their own, lifting to meet him. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of me fill the room. I hate how good it feels. I hate how perfectly he fills me, how every stroke makes the pressure build faster and stronger.
He leans down closer, mouth next to my ear. “You feel that?” he growls, slamming into me deeper. “This tight cunt is gripping me like it never wants me to leave.”
I can’t answer with words. All that comes out is another loud moan. My legs wrap around his waist without me telling them to. My nails rake down his back. Sweat is already making our skin slick where we touch.
He fucks me harder, the headboard starting to bang against the wall in time with his thrusts. Every time he drives in, his cock hits that perfect spot inside me. The pleasure keeps building, tighter and hotter, until it feels like too much and not enough at the same time.
My thighs start to tremble. My breathing turns into short, desperate gasps. I can feel it coming, that overwhelming wave rising fast. I try to hold it off, but I can’t. It crashes over me suddenly.
I come hard around his cock, crying out loud as my pussy spasms and squeezes him tight. My whole body shakes. My eyes squeeze shut. Waves of pleasure roll through me again and again, making my legs jerk and my toes curl tight.
He doesn’t slow down. He keeps fucking me through every pulse, drawing it out until I’m panting and twitching underneath him. My moans turn into broken whimpers.
The feeling is so intense it almost hurts, but in the best way. I’ve never come this hard before. Not like this.
Nikolai’s thrusts start to lose their steady rhythm. His breathing gets rougher. His hand tightens slightly on my throat, just enough to make everything feel sharper. He slams into me deeper, harder, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Nina,” he groans against my ear.
A few more rough thrusts, and he buries himself deep inside me. His cock pulses and throbs as he comes. I feel every hot spurt filling me, his hips grinding against mine while he finishes. He groans low and long, his body tense and shaking slightly on top of me.
For a long moment, we stay like that, both of us breathing hard. His hand finally loosens from my throat. Sweat covers our skin. I can still feel his cock twitching inside me, my pussy fluttering around him with aftershocks.
He pulls out slowly. I wince at the sudden empty feeling and the warm wetness that starts to leak out of me. My legs feel boneless. My mind is spinning.
I lie there on my back, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling. My body is still trembling. The anger is still there, burning under everything, but right now it’s buried under the heavy, satisfied exhaustion.
Nikolai rolls off me and lies on his side, watching me. I don’t look at him. I can’t find any words yet. My pulse is still racing, my skin flushed and sensitive.
This was supposed to be nothing. Just sex. Just a mistake, but it was the best sex of my life, and I hate him even more for it.