8. Nina #2
I cry out. The stretch is sudden and deep. My feet barely touch the floor. He fills me completely, pinning me to the wall with his hips. My coat rustles loudly between us with every movement.
He starts fucking me, fast and rough. Each thrust slams me back against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes down the hallway. My wrists stay pinned above my head. I can’t move them. All I can do is take it.
“Oh fuck,” I moan. My head falls back against the wall.
“Look at me,” he says, voice rough.
I open my eyes. He’s staring straight at me, dark and intense, not blinking.
He fucks me harder, deeper, his hips snapping forward. Every stroke hits that spot inside me that makes my legs shake. My coat is still fully buttoned. My skirt is bunched around my waist. I feel messy and desperate and completely out of control.
He leans in and bites the side of my neck, then soothes it with his tongue. His free hand slides up and wraps lightly around my throat, not squeezing hard, just holding me there while he drives into me again and again.
“You tried to leave tonight,” he growls, thrusting deep. “And now you are wrapped around my cock like you never wanted to go.”
I moan louder. I hate that he’s right. My body is betraying me again, clenching tight around him with every thrust. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper. The new angle makes me cry out. His cock hits so deep it makes my eyes water.
He keeps his eyes on mine the whole time. Neither of us looks away. The hallway feels too bright, too open, but I don’t care. I just need more.
The pressure builds fast and ugly inside me. My thighs start trembling around him. My moans turn into sharp, broken cries with every hard thrust.
“I hate you,” I gasp, even as my pussy squeezes him tighter.
He smiles darkly and fucks me even harder. The coat buttons dig into my chest. My wrists ache from his grip. Everything feels raw and overwhelming.
The orgasm hits me without warning. It crashes over me hard. I come around his cock, crying out loud as my whole body shakes and my walls pulse around him again and again. My legs lock tight around his waist. I can’t breathe properly.
He doesn’t slow down. He keeps thrusting through every wave, drawing it out until I’m whimpering and twitching against the wall.
His own rhythm starts to break. His breathing gets rough and uneven. He stares straight into my eyes, jaw tight, and slams into me a few more times before he buries himself deep and comes.
I feel him pulse inside me, filling me while he groans low against my mouth.
His hand tightens slightly on my throat for a second, then relaxes.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, still connected, my legs still wrapped around him and my wrists still pinned above my head.
He stays buried inside me for a few more seconds, breathing hard against my neck. Then he pulls out slowly. I feel his cum start to leak down my thigh.
Before I can catch my balance, he grabs my waist, lifts me off the floor, and carries me down the hallway with my legs still wrapped around him.
I don’t fight it. I’m too wrecked to pretend I want to.
He kicks the door to his room open and carries me inside. The lights are off, and only the city glow comes through the big windows.
He sets me on my feet long enough to shove my coat off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. My skirt follows. He strips his own clothes fast, then pushes me backward onto his bed.
I land on my back. He climbs over me, eyes still locked on mine. For a moment, we just stare at each other in the dark. No words.
Then he flips me over onto my stomach. “Hands on the headboard,” he says, voice low and rough.
I grab the wooden slats. He yanks my hips up so I’m on my knees, ass in the air. His hand comes down hard on my ass with a loud smack. The sting is sharp and immediate. I gasp.
He does it again, harder, on the other cheek. The sound cracks through the quiet room. Heat blooms across my skin.
“You tried to run tonight,” he says, spanking me again, even harder. “You walked out my gate like I wouldn’t bring you back.”
Another hard slap. My ass burns. I moan into the pillow, pushing back toward him even though it hurts.
He spreads my cheeks with both hands and spits. I feel the warm wetness slide down. His fingers rub it over my tight hole, then one thick finger pushes inside me. I tense up and groan at the strange, full feeling.
“Relax,” he mutters, spanking me again while his finger works deeper.
I breathe through it, the mix of pain from the spanking and the new pressure making my head spin.
He adds a second finger, stretching me, scissoring them open. Every time I moan, he rewards me with another hard slap on my already sore ass. When he pulls his fingers out, I feel the blunt, much thicker head of his cock press against my ass.
“Look back at me,” he orders.
I turn my head. Our eyes meet. He pushes forward slowly. The head pops inside, and I cry out, gripping the headboard tighter. It burns.
He’s so thick back there. He keeps pushing, inch by inch, until his hips are flush against my sore, spanked ass.
“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groans.
He starts moving, slow and deep at first. Every thrust makes my ass jiggle and sends fresh heat across the skin he spanked. The burn slowly turns into something darker and hotter. Pleasure starts mixing with the stretch. My moans get louder.
He picks up speed, fucking my ass harder. One hand stays on my hip. The other comes down again and again in hard, punishing spanks that make me yelp and clench around his cock.
“You feel that?” he growls, slamming into me. “This ass is mine tonight.”
I can’t speak. I just moan and push back against him, meeting every thrust. The bed creaks loudly. His hips slap against my sore cheeks with every stroke. The mix of pain and deep, filthy pleasure is overwhelming.
He reaches under me and finds my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while he keeps fucking my ass. The pressure builds fast again, even stronger than in the hallway. My legs start shaking. My moans turn into desperate cries.
This orgasm hits me even harder. It rips through my whole body. I come with his cock deep in my ass, shaking and clenching around him, almost sobbing into the pillow. My eyes stay open, staring back at him the whole time.
He groans loudly, thrusts becoming rough and uneven. A few more hard strokes and he buries himself deep in my ass, coming with a low, guttural sound.
I feel him pulse and spill inside me, hot and thick. His hand keeps spanking me lightly through it, like he can’t stop touching me.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us panting. He finally pulls out slowly. I collapse onto the bed, sore and exhausted and still trembling. Cum leaks from both my pussy and my ass. My cheeks burn from the spanking.
Nikolai lies down beside me and pulls me against his chest without saying anything. I don’t pull away. I let him wrap an arm around me and listen to his heartbeat slow down.
I don’t go back to my room. I tell myself it’s because I’m tired and the bed is already here, and it means nothing.
I think about the dinner. The car ride home. His eyes in the dark finding mine without any effort at all.
I think about the word “retrieved,” which is what tonight was, and how different it feels from the word “stopped,” which is what last time was, and how the difference between those two words is the beginning of something I have not finished thinking through yet.
I close my eyes, and I don’t sleep for a long time.