Chapter 12 #2
“Don’t move,” Sevastyan warns, and I wouldn’t even dream of disobeying. Today, I made my choice when I didn’t alert the stranger about my situation. Sevastyan might be a recluse, and a killer, but I belong to him now, and whether he lets me live or die is entirely up to him.
That’s the fantasy at least, because I very much want to stay alive.
My body remains still, as Sevastyan demanded, but my gaze follows him to the other side of the studio. He’s facing the huge windows now, his silhouette a stark perfection on the background of the sea, but he returns to me the moment he finds whatever he’s been looking for.
“Does it excite you when I’m mean?” he asks, settling behind me and, fuck, just seeing him kneel in the perfect position to take me has my cheeks burning.
I lick my dry lips, and it’s almost as if I can taste the blue. It will now forever taste like arousal to me. “A… a little?” Under-fucking-statement. I was so hard today when he called me ‘piggy’.
What does that say about me?
“Let me test that,” Sevastyan says, rising, and I tremble when his foot presses my face to the floor, but not firmly enough to hurt.
This is symbolic violence, and I spread my legs wider, ready for whatever he intends to unleash.
Oil drizzles between my ass cheeks, and then two fingers rub it in, teasing my crack in a gliding motion.
Oh, God. It’s like a bolt of lust straight to my dick and I mewl under his foot, only arching my ass up higher. Dignity? I don’t know her. I want to feel him inside me so badly I’m about to beg, and one glance at his thick, stiff cock makes my asshole clench.
I need him.
I need him in a way I’ve never needed any man. And for once... I don’t think I’m truly in danger. Maybe he’ll hurt me in the future. But not today, not when he sinks into me and then fucks me into the tiles as I watch us in the mirror.
I hope he can go twice.
I hope he doesn’t get tired of my body after this first time. That he desires me again and again.
My thoughts melt into nothingness when a finger sinks into me. It must be the earlier rimming and my arousal making me relaxed, because he slides it in without issue. Just knowing a part of him is in me has me turning my head ever-so-slightly so I can kiss his foot.
I can’t help it, I rock my ass against his hand, and he laughs, gently pulling at the rim of my hole with another finger. “Someone’s eager to satisfy me.”
The sensation of being penetrated feels odd, yet at the same time each movent has me shaking with need, because now that I’ve shed my fear, nothing’s going to stop me from experiencing how this feels. Being filled. Fucked. Used.
And not just by anyone, by the man who has consumed all my waking thoughts in the last two weeks.
“Yes,” I mutter. “I’d like to make you come.”
I want to feel it inside me. Just like when he came in my mouth yesterday, and I swallowed it all as he stroked my hair and called me a good boy. I shiver thinking about it.
The second finger plows in, and I stiffen, waiting for the pain, but all I sense is the same odd sensation as before. I gasp against Sevastyan’s foot and lick it when he rubs my taint with his thumb. “You really are tight. We’ll see how long that lasts,” he adds and steps off my face.
I’m shaking as I look into the mirror, at him kneeling behind me again. I should be more scared, but when he swats my asscheek, all I can do is plead.
“Yes. Please.”
Even his smile is so confident. In his beauty. His craft. His skills in bed. Why would he hesitate before pushing his thick shaft inside me?
I paw at the blue floor, rolling my forehead with a low moan, because his cockhead is too thick.
Or is it? It doesn’t exactly hurt. Maybe it’s the unexpected stretch that has me panting.
Before I even get to adjust to the feeling, he pulls out, and he must have added even more lube, because he thrusts in again, even deeper this time.
While the stretch is most definitely there, and a sensation I need to get used to, the glide of his dick inside me is easy.
I groan, my toes curl, and I don’t even have a good handle on my reactions. There’s the physical, and then there’s the purely emotional response of elation that he’s inside me, that I’m getting fucked by this amazing, hot guy, and that I’m his sole focus.
In this moment, I can truly believe I matter to another person, and it feels so good.
He’s still now, and the echo of pain that erupted at my entrance is slowly receding.
Warm hands slide up and down my back, careful. Tender.
His touch is making my eyes sting with unshed tears.
“You’re doing good. So good,” he rasps and pushes his hand into the hair at the back of my head. A moment later, I’m facing our blurry reflection, and he grins at me in the mirror.
He looks like the devil incarnate when he makes the next thrust with a grunt of satisfaction, and I just know his whole dick is in. I wiggle nervously, finding it hard to breathe, but I’m high on this new feeling, and can’t get enough of it.
His words are like a tiny bell jingling in my heart over and over again. I’m a walking contradiction, because fear got me horny, and now I’m just as excited about the praise. Or is it relaxing me so I can take more of what he wants to give?
My emotions are all over the place when he starts to slowly rock his hips against my ass. I don’t know what it is about penetration, but it’s like letting this man into my very core. I’m so vulnerable with him, and trust that he won’t hurt me right now even if our whole situation is fucked-up .
“Yes. Good,” I moan at a harder push. It still feels so very odd, but at the same time addictive. I already know it’ll be an acquired taste, like coffee, but I don’t need earth-shattering anal orgasms to feel complete. My man is inside me. He holds me. He wants me. I don’t care about anything else.
“Yeah? You like being stuffed like this?” Sevastyan asks, pulling my head up again. Fuck, I’m an utter mess with the flush peeking out from under sweat-streaked blue pigment, but I can’t look away even when my lover focuses on the spot where his cock enters my body.
I’m so damn hot right now. For once, I can see what he sees in me, and it’s exhilarating.
“Yes. Please.” I try to tune into the rhythm in which he moves, his thick dick plunging into me again and again, skin slapping against skin.
“It’s what I’m for,” I babble between one moan and another, pressing against Sevastyan.
I want to be his so badly. I don’t think I understood before today.
So far, I’ve been walking on a knife’s edge each day, but now I let him stab it deep inside me and there’s no turning back.
I won’t be calling for help. I’m exactly where I want to be.
His thrusts are harder now, faster, and while there’s a mean edge to his voice when he asks whether this is how I want to be treated, I feel safe.
He’s dressed up his concern as dirty talk, and I can’t help getting even more aroused.
I thought the fullness I initially felt would be all there is to it, but as my lover wrestles me to the floor, shifting inside me, something else rears its head.
A hot sensation that feels almost like pain yet is so very welcome has me pushing my hips back each time.
We grind together like two beasts, my mind ever more chaotic as he whispers obscenities into my ear. Each dirty word strips back another layer of me, until I’m naked and defenseless.
I mewl against the floor, legs spread wide open for him as he unleashes the kind of fucking I was afraid would hurt, even if I fantasized about it endless times.
I’m too far gone. It doesn’t hurt. I might be somewhat sore, but I embrace it, horny out of my mind.
Every time he thrusts over the spot inside me, I rock against him with a grunt, desperately seeking that bit more to make myself come.
If I wasn’t a good boy who listens to instructions, I would have been jerking off like a mad man.
I kind of want him to come first though. I’m greedy for his cum, and I can’t get enough of how hot and stiff his cock feels. The physical manifestation of his lust.
My knees slide apart, and while I try to pull myself back up, Sevastyan collapses on top of me and wrestles me into complete submission.
I cry out, so overcome by emotions I can’t even name that my eyes water yet again.
My insides radiate with sensation as he thrusts into me erratically, and then. .. oh, I feel him come.
His dick’s pulsing inside me. He’s shaking yet so stiff. He’s pumping me full of his seed.
My body twitches when I think about it.
“Dirty, dirty little piggy,” he rasps before withdrawing while his cock is still hard. An odd emptiness comes as a shock, and I stiffen when I lift my hips, feeling something drizzle out of me.
“Don’t move,” he warns, scrambling behind me while I tremble, frantically trying to keep the hot cum inside me despite some dripping down my balls.
The flash of a camera reflects off the tiles.
“Now look over your shoulder. Look at me.”
I don’t even question it, dazed as I look back. He takes a few more photos, but I’m half lucid and missing him. “Come back?” I plead, and can’t help rocking my stiff cock against the floor. Knowing I’m slick with his cum makes my need even more unbearable.
He blinks, face dark with arousal, but he drops the camera and pulls me to my knees.
“You’re so fucking hot right now. You are blooming,” he whispers, licking my cheek as he rubs my chest with one hand and grabs my cock with the other.
I stiffen against him, out of breath even before his lips are on mine.
My arms lock into place around his neck as I press against him in an instant, never wanting to let go.
Sure, the fuck was hot and dirty, but also so vulnerable, and all I want is to be close to him.
I dive into the kiss, eyes closed, nose full of his overwhelming scent, and all it takes is a few tugs on my cock as he teases my nipple for me to be completely unmade in his hands.
I moan into his mouth, bones like jelly, his cum dripping down my thighs.
He has no idea what monster he’s awoken in me, but right now, the monster wants to cuddle.
“That felt so good,” I whisper, so much more at ease talking about sex than before.
He slides back, taking me with him, until he’s the one resting prone on the cool floor while I enjoy the warmth of his sturdy form. “Uh-huh,” he mumbles, blinking, as if he were on the brink of falling asleep. “You sucked all life force out of me.”
Yet he still has enough energy to reach to my ass and slide his fingers over my crack.
I can’t even feel embarrassed. I’m proud of myself for taking the leap.
I’m glad he fucked me hard. And I don’t mind that I’m full of spunk.
I’ll just wash later. It makes me giddy to have a piece of him inside me.
My stomach is all fluttery with glee, and I’m elated as I nuzzle Sevastyan’s cheek.
It feels as if shedding my fear around this kind of sex has given me a sense of peace. I’ve never felt closer to anyone than this. “Nap before more work?” I suggest, cuddled up on top of his sturdy body. This is fucking heaven.
I don’t ever want to leave. For all I care, I am now lost to the world, one of those unsolved missing person cases.
My man—because that’s how I choose to think of him now—blinks again and shakes his head. “Go ahead, but I’m too inspired to sleep. I’ll clean up here, and wake you up when I’m ready to paint.”
“Guess I’ll go shower?”
“No!” Sevastyan says sharply, but then his expression softens. “I want you like this. Pretty, messy, flushed, and full of my cum.”
I bite my lip and nod. Whatever he wants, he’ll get.