Chapter 12 #2
Shocked, I opened my mouth but couldn’t utter a sound.
“Fine, then.” I could feel him step closer. The back of his hand brushed my bruised skin as he worked the fastening to his trousers. I could hear the metal clicks as he slowly lowered his zipper.
“Please, Gregor. Please don’t,” I cried, completely humiliated.
“Then answer me,” His words were clipped and tight.
“There’s been no one,” I whispered against my fist.
I hissed in pain as he laid his right hand over my ass cheek. His thumb moved in small circles as he slid it closer and closer. Then the pad of this thumb brushed over my virgin asshole.
“No! No! No!” I screamed as I tried to rise back on my haunches.
Gregor responded by whipping the leather belt around my throat and arching my body back.
“If I want to fuck your ass, I’ll fuck your ass because I own you, Samara.”
He pushed me back down onto my hands and knees.
The belt strap was still around my throat, secured by his left hand, which he held in a fist at the center of my back.
His fingers continued to rub along the seam of my ass.
A threat. He pushed a tip against my asshole again, wrenching a sob of panic from me.
Then he slipped lower to the entrance of my pussy.
“This is going to hurt,” he warned.
I remember him giving me a similar warning three years ago when I was perched on his lap with his hand between my thighs.
This time he used two fingers, not one, driving them deep into my body till he felt my maidenhead.
There had been no one since him. Not only was I too afraid to trust anyone, deep in my heart, I’d felt like I would have been betraying Gregor.
It was crazy, of course. He was the reason why I was running away in the first place.
Despite what he repeatedly claimed, he didn’t own me.
I owed no loyalty to him and yet… I couldn’t bring myself to allow another man to touch me.
The belt tightened and choked off my scream as my body pitched forward from the power of his thrusting hand. He pulled free and thrust a third finger in.
Oh God, it hurt.
I was so tight and small. His entire body dominated mine, inside and out.
Something twisted and unfurled in the pit of my stomach.
The fabric of his trousers scraped against my raw skin as the ridge of his shaft pressed against me, so not for one moment did I forget the sting of my punishment or the threat that he could still use his cock to punish me further.
Deeper and deeper he pushed. Forcing my body to accept, to accept him and worse…
forcing it to respond to his brutal touch.
I could feel a dark rising tide of sensation.
Slipping my arm beneath my kneeling body, I pressed my fingers between my thighs, teasing my clit as the thrust of his fingers quickened.
With my back arched and head tilted back, I could only breathe in short gasps as the belt tightened each time, he pushed his fingers inside of me, moving them in and out in a steady rhythm as my body clenched around him.
Bright stars formed behind my lids as the threat of death only heightened my senses.
Suddenly, he let go of the belt. Wrapping his arm around my waist from behind, he cupped my left breast and pulled me up and back. The new position tightened my inner core, sending a shock wave of sexual heat up my spine.
Gregor groaned in my ear as his hand tortured my pussy. My fingertips rubbed circles around my clit.
“Has any other man ever touched this pretty cunt of yours?”
Rolling my head back and forth on his shoulder, I shamelessly spread my knees as wide as the bench would allow and moaned. “No. No, only you, Gregor. Only you.”
He leaned down and bit my bare shoulder while he once more teased my back entrance with the pad of his thumb.
I clenched. “Stop! Not there.”
My body bounced up and down as he continued to push his fingers in deep into my pussy repeatedly.
The air was heavy with the scent of my sweet perfume and the musk of his cologne and the sounds of our heavy breathing.
“V odin prekrasnyy den' ya sobirayus' vtisnut' svoy chlen v etu tvoyu tuguyu kisku, poka ty ne vykriknesh' moye imya,” he growled into my ear.
The guttural harshness of his Russian as he threatened to force his cock into my tight pussy one day soon sent me over the edge.
“Damn you,” I sputtered as I could feel an orgasm uncoil and rise from within me. “I hate you.”
I hated him with every fiber of my being for adding the ultimate degradation of forcing me to come from his assault.
“Should I make my bad girl lick my fingers?” he threatened.
Tears slid from the corners of my eyes into my hair as I imagined him once more forcing me to my knees to endure the intimate act of opening my mouth so I might taste myself on his hand.
“Please stop.”
“Beg me.”
“Please. I’m begging you. Please… please… please… no more.”
“That’s how my malyshka should always beg me.”
He pinched my nipple through my dress. My orgasm was so fierce it knocked the wind out of me. The weight of my whole-body collapsed into his grasp. He released his arm, so I might fall back onto the bench. The leather felt cool against my hot cheek.
I cried out in fear as I stretched out my arms to hold on to the bench.
As the final ripples of my orgasm still racked my body, he slid his wet fingers out of my pussy.
When he stepped away, my knees buckled and my hips shifted to the right. I curled up into the fetal position. I could feel my arousal drip out of my pussy to dry on my inner thigh.
I watched through half-closed lids as he picked up my torn thongs. Hunching down, he twisted the silk fabric into a knot which he then forced between my lips. My eyes widened in panic.
Giving my outer thigh a kiss, he then forced my knees open till my body rolled onto my back.
He rubbed his cheek against my inner thigh as he inhaled deeply.
“My turn,” he growled as his left hand grasped the end of the leather belt still secured around my throat.
His tongue swept over my pussy before pushing between the lips with the tip.
I moaned around my panty gag as my fingers clawed at the leather bench.
Using his other hand, he spread me open and licked again, this time flicking my sensitive nub.
My body jolted as my hips rocked upward.
I could feel the vibrations of his groan. “This pussy is so sweet and all mine.”
A man had never… touched me… let alone licked me down there before.
It was nothing compared to using my hand.
The feeling was overwhelming. I couldn’t breathe.
The sensations were too intense. It didn’t take me long to come a second time.
Digging my fingers into his hair, I pulled as my thighs clenched around his head.
Dizzy and disoriented, every limb felt both weighted down and as if I were floating at the same time.
Weakly reaching up, I pulled my panties from my mouth. I hardly recognized my own thin and raspy voice when I asked, “Now will you let me go?” My own thoughts scattered yet still focused on my one driving need to get as far away as possible from this dangerous and powerful man.
Now more than ever, I realized he would be the end of me. I didn’t stand a chance against him, not when he could do things like this to my body with only the touch of his fingers and tongue!
What would happen if we ever fucked ?
Gregor brushed back the hair from my tear-stained cheeks as he pulled my dress down over my hips to cover me. “No.”
Then everything went black.