20. Chapter Twenty
CHAPTER TWENTY
V iktor
The sun had risen an hour or two ago, and I was busy making breakfast. Tiffany had a long day ahead of her, considering it was our wedding day, so I wanted my milyy to rest a little more. I smiled, realizing I had put her through a lot yesterday.
But then I heard the moans.
After turning off the stove, I marched to the bedroom and kicked open the door. Tiffany didn’t even flinch, much less stop caressing her soft folds. If anything, she moaned louder as if turned on more because I was watching.
Her naked body writhed in the morning light like a living work of art. Her beautiful dark skin shone in the gold light, and her glorious breasts, large and heavy, bounced gently from the rhythmic ministrations and her panting breath. Thick thighs spread wide hid nothing from view. Her swollen labia gleamed with her essence, which had been spread throughout the folds by her caressing fingers.
Legs trembled as Tiffany fingerfucked herself to a small orgasm.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and grumbled, “Who said you could touch my pussy?”
She giggled like I was playing with her, but I was serious. Where was the begging? Where was the pleading? She should be fearful, terrified of what I was going to do to her next. I was displeased.
“It was mine before it was yours.”
Her sultry words made the heat rise in the room, especially when she punctuated the statement with a small tap on her plump mons.
Fuck. It was hard to stay mad at the naked goddess before me when she was exceptional in every way. I decided to apply a gentle correction instead. It’s not like I had expressly forbidden her from using what was mine. I could let this small slight go, as a simple misunderstanding. She obviously didn’t mean to be naughty.
I gave her an indulgent smile. “Now it’s mine, and you need permission before you get off,” I warned. “Remember your promise?”
Pouting prettily, she nodded.
“Then stop being a bad girl. Remove your hand from my pussy, and no one gets seriously hurt.”
“Yes, sir.” With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly complied.
I captured her wrist and pulled it toward my mouth, my eyes lowering as I took in the shiny cream coating all the way up to her knuckles. I couldn’t help myself. I sucked her juices off her fingertips, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.
“Fucking delicious,” I groaned.
Her pussy was so soaked, I could smell it wafting up to my nostrils. I inhaled and leaned forward to swipe my tongue across her throat. Tiffany drove me wild. My usually controlled demeanor went out the window where she was concerned.
After pulling Tiffany up to sit at the edge of the bed, I unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers, allowing my engorged cock to pop out and point straight at her mouth. She made me as hard as marble.
“Suck me, milyy,” I ordered. “Show me how sorry you are.”
She didn’t hesitate.
“Ah, that’s right, baby. Take it all the way in just like that. Yes, pump the base with your fist and slide your mouth up and down. You are fucking great at this, sweetie.” I felt a jolt of lightning race down my spine. “Oh my sweet, you are fucking fantastic.” If I hadn’t taken her virginity myself, I would think she was a pro, the way she had me teetering on the edge of climax.
Tiffany gagged only slightly as my warm, sticky spunk spurted into her mouth and coated her throat. She swallowed for all she was worth, and batted her eyes like she was enjoying the taste. She then removed my balls from their fabric constraints and licked every spot clean. I got hard again as her tongue dragged on the underside of my sac. From taint to tip, she worshiped my cock with her lips, licking and tasting the organ until it was rigid from want of her again.
I realized I would never get enough of her.
Tiffany squeaked when I pulled her to her feet and abruptly spun her around. I bent her face down over the mattress, then removed my belt from the trouser loops with a loud snap.
I raised the fine leather above my head, enjoying the sight of the lush blank canvas that I could color dark red whenever I saw fit.
“Touch yourself,” I directed.
I watched her lift her hips to fit her hand beneath her pelvis. Her slight change in breathing told me she was doing as I asked.
The belt came down on her backside with a loud crack. She cried out from the unexpected pain. A rosy stripe formed on her ass, but not as red as I wanted it to be.
“Keep going, milyy. This was what you wanted to do this morning, yes? To fuck your fingers?” I chuckled and lifted the belt again. “So get to fucking. You are not to stop until I say so.”
Exhilaration raced down my spine as I struck her again. She squirmed, not to get away from me, but to obey my command. Again, and again, and again, I struck until she was whimpering, and her hips barely moved.
“Naughty girl,” I admonished, lashing her again. “I didn’t say you could stop. I want to see you riding your hand hard. Ride it like it’s my cock.”
The encouragement seemed to work, and she resumed humping her hand while I whipped her ass.
“Good girl,” I groaned between smacks. “Get those fingers in that cunt.”
She cried out, shaking from her effort, crying in pain while coming on her hand. I could hear her soft pleas for mercy, while her panting breaths betrayed her pleasure.
“Mercy?” I tsked. “You just came without my permission.”
“Please, please, sir. Just fuck me until I’m your good girl again.”
Goddammit, I could come from her words alone.
I set aside the belt, retrieved cold cream from the bathroom, and came back to smother it on the angry welts. I was curious to know…
“When you’re a bad girl who has had an orgasm without permission, what kind of fucking do you think you deserve?”
She sobbed quietly into the covers. “A painful one.”
“Then tell me, Tiffany. Where does this cock need to go?”
My milyy replied so quietly, I almost didn’t hear her.
“I’m sorry? Where do you want me to put it? Speak up.”
“In my ass,” she wailed pitifully.
I kneaded her ass cheeks, rubbing away the sting with product, which caused her to moan and groan from the painful pleasure. I then slipped my cream-coated fingers into her crack. Her little rosette was still a bit swollen from the day prior.
“Softly?”
“No,” she hiccuped. “Hard. Rough.”
I lubricated her asshole, and my shaft, before pressing my rigid cock to the entrance. I pinned her into the mattress with a hand on the back of her neck. I wrapped my arm around her torso, which allowed my free hand to cup a breast and tease the nipple.
With slow and steady pressure, I penetrated her ass as she tensed beneath me. “Breathe,” I ordered. “Relax.”
She did her best to obey, and I flexed my hips.
Her scream was buried in the sheets as her tight ass pulsated around my cock.
“What a good little whore you are for me, milyy,” I groaned, allowing her only a second to adjust before thrusting again, to make sure I was in as far as I could go. “You make me feel like a teenager, with me wanting to spill my seed in two pumps.”
“Please,” she begged.
I smiled. I knew I was hurting her, but this was going to last way longer than two pumps.
Another moan escaped Tiffany as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. My mouth found her neck, as I bit and sucked on her tender flesh, relishing in the taste. I began fucking her. When I increased speed and power, I moved my hand to her clit, rubbing the swollen nub.
“Oh, Viktor,” she cried as I took her ass so hard. “Fuck!”
“I want your cum, and I want your tears,” I confessed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
I wondered if I was permanently damaging her with my brutality. Regardless, I was sure that this was what she wanted, what she needed . I could relate better than anyone. There was something cathartic about losing yourself in the pain. If you didn’t fight it, if you took it freely, you could transform it. Pride. Arrogance. Pleasure. Power.
Maybe she and I were like this because we took lives effortlessly, torturing men without guilt, before sending the victims to meet their maker. Maybe this was our way of balancing out the universe. No one is spared. We suffered too.
And again, I was reminded that I could never lose her. And though I had made her pledge her undying loyalty to me, I had to hear it again. Fuck, I might need to hear it every time we fucked. And it was good to remind Tiffany of her place.
“You. Are. Mine,” I growled in her ear. “Say it.”
She pushed back against me, panting hard. “I… I…”
“Fucking say it!” I demanded, releasing her neck to snatch her head back by the hair at her nape. I then forced myself so deep inside of her ass that I bottomed out.
“I-I’m yours,” she screamed, her voice shrill with agony.
The words didn’t soothe the beast inside of me. Images of Tiffany swollen with my child filled my head, and I couldn’t help the words that spewed forth from my mouth as I resumed fucking her, punctuating each point with a hard thrust.
“Next time we do this,” thrust “I’m going to take your pussy deep,” thrust “and fill your womb with my seed.” thrust “I’m going to breed you, Tiffany.” thrust “We’re getting married today,” thrust “and I will own you forever.” thrust “You will never be able to get away from me.”
My milyy was wailing now, hysterically sobbing, releasing all the fear and grief she carried. I was honored to witness it, to be a part of it, to be the power in her life that could bring her to hell and heaven in one trip.
But this trip was not free.
Her soul was now mine.
“You will never run. And if you try, there is nowhere on Earth you can hide where I won’t find you. You. Are. Mine.”
Tiffany screamed like a banshee, her orgasms rocking her so hard, she sounded possessed. She got off on my words, but I did not say them lightly.
“Say you agree!”
“Please, oh my god, please,” she babbled. “I agree!”
I didn’t let up. “What else?!”
“I need your cum. I need it inside of my womb.”
“And?”
“You own me. All of me. I am yours.”
Her cries spurred me on, and I raced to the finish line, leaning forward to pinch her clit hard so she would cum with me.
When I pulled out, I admired the gape I left behind, having broken in something that was a virgin passage just yesterday. My cum rested there, and while beautiful to behold, it was such a waste.