Chapter 13 #2
“See,” I purr, satisfied, licking my lips and thinking of all the ways I want to reward her for obeying. “This is lesson one, Alyona: there is a thin line between pleasure and pain.”
“Oh,” she says, hands still cupping and squeezing her breasts, eyes starting to lose focus.
“If it were me,” the words come out in a murmur, “I’d use my teeth. Put my mouth on you. Make you moan as I suck, bite, and tease.”
The way her body trembles as I speak has my cock jumping to attention again, swelling against the rough material of my pants. Thoughtlessly, I palm my growing erection, and Aly’s eyes drop to my crotch.
“See what you do to me? Silly girl. All this time you thought men didn’t notice you.”
A long, slow stroke pulls blood to my dick, makes it stiffen and pulse. There’s no way she doesn’t see it. Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink, her fingers roll her nipples again, and she arches her back.
“They notice. They want you. I’ve wanted you.”
I let my eyes drift over her naked body. The combination of unexpected pleasure and her guard dropping away has loosened her up. Aly’s thighs are still pressed together, but I can see the dark triangle of her pussy, trimmed nice and tight and pretty. Just for me.
“Use your hand—no, just one. Put it between your legs. Feel how hot you are, Alyona? That heat. It’s what I want. I want to cup your pussy and feel you get wet on my fingers. But now, I’ll just have to watch.”
Her breath becomes uneven when she cups her sex. With pursed lips, she looks at me, waiting for direction.
“Have you done this before?”
“A little,” she admits, the confession drawing a groan from me. “I don’t watch porn or anything; I just know what feels good.”
“Show me. Show me what feels good.”
Her hesitation is shorter this time. Propped up on one elbow, she spreads her thick thighs just slightly. Aly reaches forward and slides two fingers over her clit. When they slide back, her pussy glistens with moisture, and her lip’s part.
“That feels good?”
She nods.
“Good. Keep going. Do not put your fingers inside yourself. Do you understand?”
She nods quickly, fingers skating back and forth, pussy getting slick as I watch.
When I unbutton my pants, the sound is loud in the quiet room. Aly’s fingers falter.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.”
She goes faster. It takes only seconds for me to undo the zipper, lift my hips, and lower my pants. I take my cock out and give it a long, slow stroke.
Aly’s breath catches.
Her eyes are glued to my dick. I smile at her, a slow, teasing smile that says, I know.
She glances up at me quickly and licks her lips. A thought crosses my mind. In another world, a world where she truly is mine, I’d be pressing the swollen head of my dick to her mouth, then her tongue, tapping it there and telling her to kiss it.
“If I was on the bed with you,” I say instead, consciously making myself recall that she’s a virgin—that such rough treatment won’t do— “I’d make you sit there and hold your pussy open for me while I ran my dick over your clit until I was covered with your juices. Until you were begging me to fuck you.”
A whimper escapes Aly’s lips, and her fingers slip down to her very center.
“I told you not to do that.”
She snatches her head away, panting, and I squeeze the head of my cock in my fist. Trying to slow down the pounding pulse through the thick vein on the underside. My balls tighten at the look of innocence and curiosity on her face.
“Get on your knees.”
When she does, that insecurity slips across her features again. Her eyes become dull, and she brings one arm up to cover her breasts, the other skimming her full belly. I shake my head.
“Arms down. On your knees, Aly. Look at me.”
For the first few moments, I don’t let her touch herself. Instead, I make her watch as I stroke my cock just the way I like it. Slow and tight, trying to imitate what it would feel like to be inside her. To push into that warm, hot, tight pussy, to have her first.
She’s mine, that traitorous voice in my head whispers, though it’s a lie.
She can never be mine. Not really.
The thought makes my pace pick up, stroking faster and breathing more uncontrolled as I take in her naked body.
“Touch yourself,” I command. “Push those fingers into your pretty pussy. That’s right. Use your other hand to play with your clit, Aly. Just like that. Does that feel good?”
The words come out in an endless rush, taunting as I watch her, devour her, cock hot and hard in my fist.
She makes sweet, little begging sounds. Her eyes close and her back arches as she knuckles as far into her pussy as she can.
“It’ll never be as good as me touching you,” I tell her. “I can touch places you can’t reach. I could make you come on my fingers, Aly, if you wanted to…if you asked nicely.”
She lets out a gasp, using her fingers to tease her clit as if it’s too much. Her other fingers are still deep inside her, making wet, sloppy sounds as she fucks herself in front of me.
“Fuck,” I grunt, standing and feeling my cock bob up against my abdomen. Aly’s eyes open and widen now that I’m standing.
There are only inches between us.
“Closer.”
She crawls closer on her knees, working hard to balance, whimpering again.
“Right there. Stay right there and keep fucking yourself for me, Aly. Good girl. Is this what you want?”
I stroke myself firmly, unapologetically, the tip of my cock drips with precum slipping down mere inches from her tits. She licks her lips, nodding. That’s good enough for now; I’ll make her beg someday… before I take her.
“Perfect. Just like that. Do you like it when I watch you?”
Her eyes flash at my words, and a triumphant feeling swells in my chest. I made her feel this good. This confident.
“You like how hard you make me, Aly? Do you want me to push my cock in your throat so you can swallow me when you come? I want to feel you moan with those pretty lips wrapped around me. Yes. Just like that.”
Her hands are moving faster now, breathing desperately. She pushes her chest out and her tits just barely brush my cock as I stroke faster, harder, imagining her hot mouth on me, and the way she’d whine.
“Come for me. Right now.”
It takes a second, but I see the tremble go through her—from the top of her head to her very toes. She lets out a surprised gasp, fingers buried deep, clit sensitive as she plays with herself. She comes just like that, on her knees with her head tipped back.
I can’t stop myself. Cum shoots out in heavy ropes, landing on her breasts and dripping down her skin, belly, and onto the bedspread. I curse in Russian, a ball of heat tightening my gut as it just keeps coming and coming and Aly moans, slumping down further, mouth dropped open.
“Fuck,” I curse quietly, jerking on the last stroke. It’s so good it almost hurts. That sweet pleasure-pain I was telling her about earlier, that I want to make her feel.
She’s catching her breath on the bed. Staring up at me with heavy, satisfied eyes. But when I look back, her gaze drops away.
She closes her legs achingly, and lean to the side to search out her robe.
Our fingers brush as we both find it. She jerks back. I straighten, hold it out to her, tuck myself away surreptitiously.
“This doesn’t happen again,” I say finally, the lie thin even to my own ears.
Aly lets out a shaky laugh that sounds close to tears, the robe clutched to her chest.
I turn away before I can do something irreversible, before I forget every reason I have for restraint. I leave her there, knowing with brutal clarity that I have already gone too far.
Outside her door, my hand hovers for just a moment before dropping to my side.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to walk away from her now. I only know that I have to try.