43. Konstantin
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KONSTANTIN
The mix of hate and lust in her flushed face is doing awful things to me. The chain dangling from clamps around her engorged nipple makes my cock rock-hard.
I’ve never felt such growing swell of monstrous desire that gnaws at my heart than right now.
She’s afraid of you.
No. I muffle that voice with both hands, slamming it down into the depths of my soul. I’m not going to allow her to make me feel guilty.
She’s the one who chose to believe the worst thing about me.
I cling to the thought like a sailor clinging to a piece of flotsam in a storm. If I don’t, I’ll start to loathe myself for going down this road. I have too much work left to do to give up here.
Emily’s eyes widen as she stares hungrily at my cock.
“Is this how you want me to hurt you, Kitty Cat?” I ask her.
She wets her beautiful lips. “Yes …”
I stroke along the length of my cock, mixing her arousal with my precum. She writhes and tries to throw herself forward, her greedy mouth hungry to take my cock in her mouth.
She clearly loves this, all while she’s ashamed of how easily her body is submitting .
“Please!” she whines.
“Please, what, Kitty Cat?” I continue stroking my cock lazily, filling the air with obscene wet squelching sounds. “Choose your words very carefully.”
“I want your cock.”
“You’ll have to beg better than that.” I grab a fistful of her hair and give it a hard yank. She cries out, half a moan and half a scream. “Tell me what you really want me to do to that filthy little mouth of yours.”
She levels her gaze at me, hate and desire warring in her eyes, and takes a slow trembling breath.
“I want you to fuck my face with that cock.”
There it is.
Straddling her chest, I position her face carefully, and then shove the full length of my cock inside of her mouth with one hard thrust. She cries out against my thick cock in surprise as I push myself to the depth of her throat. Her hands open and close in their restraints uselessly, and her hips rise up in her chair as she struggles to breathe.
But the muffled moans coming from her nose tells me that she fucking loves it.
“You love it when I’m stretching that dirty little mouth, don’t you?”
She groans louder and sucks harder, swallowing me deeper as I punish her throat.
Spittle and drool leak from the corner of her mouth, coating her chin, her breasts, and her stomach.
My free hand reaches behind me, and tugs at the chains attached to her nipple clamps. She cries out around my cock.
“Is this how you want me to hurt you? Do you want more?”
“Mmmm.” She moans.
I yank my cock out of her mouth.
“Answer me, Kitty Cat.”
She coughs as she takes one ragged breath after another. When she looks up at me with half-lidded eyes, she whispers.
“Is that all you got?”
“Good girl.” I snarl, and shove my cock back inside of her throat. This time, she starts moving her head without me guiding her. Dark chestnut hair bounces in the fetid air around us. My balls slap against her chin with each vicious thrust, and I can feel my first orgasm building up.
“I’m going to cum down that throat of yours, Kitty Cat,” I pant as I feel my orgasm building up.
And then with a roar, I bury myself deep in her throat, push her head against the back of the chair, and cum. Spurt after spurt of semen pour forward, and the dip at the bottom of her neck sinks rapidly as she gulps me down as quickly as she can.
But it’s not fast enough.
Wrenching her head this way and that, she forces me out of her mouth and coughs, white cum dripping from her lips as she pants under me.
My hand is still in her hair, and I yank her up so that I can look into her cock-drunk eyes. The last few drops of cum dribble down her chin and join the puddle running along her body.
“That’s hole number one.” I chuckle. “And I’m just getting started.”
Before she can react, I undo the straps holding her in the chair, and yank her to her feet. She’s startled by this, but follows obediently as I drag her behind me like she’s on a leash.
Pulling her to the closest wall, I raise her arms up and cuff those into straps bolted to the ceiling above her head until she’s standing on the balls of her feet.
The position thrusts her chest out, exposing her breasts to me. As vulnerable as she is, I’m not done. I kick her ankles apart and tie them to straps on the floor. Her thighs tense as she balances on her toes, legs wide, and her pussy gleams pink in the light.
I stand back to appreciate my work.
“Are you ready for hole number two?”
Emily throws her head back against the wall, eyes still closed, and whispers. “Yes.”
She’s so slick that I push three fingers into her without any resistance. She gasps loudly, and thrusts her hips forward, rubbing her swollen clit against my palm. I watch her brows furrow from exertion and pleasure.
Two strokes, then three, and I know when I reach eight, she’ll come. I can read her like a book.
Her ribs rise and fall, her neck pulsing as my cum rolls off her. The smell of sex hangs heavy between us. My cock is furious at me for holding it back from entering her. I won’t let her have that yet.
Give her a taste of what she wants. That will loosen her tongue. “Go ahead, Kitty Cat. Come for me. It’s right there. Go on … That’s it … I feel how warm and wet and inviting your pussy’s getting. It’s practically on fire. Come for me. Do it. If you don’t, I might never let you come again.”
I barely finish the last word before her pussy squeezes my fingers. She bends her spine as much as she can, given the restraints, and shakes as the orgasm uproots itself from her body.
“FUCK!” she shrieks. I was telling the truth that no one would hear her in this place. But she’s so loud that I wonder if she might shatter the walls with her voice.
Breathing in big gulps, she goes limp in the chains. Her eyes watch me from behind her sweaty chestnut hair and her hooded brow, and her dazzling sapphire eyes glare at me .
“You should be thanking me.” I tell her, drawing my fingers from her pussy.
She holds my gaze quietly.
I lick my fingers clean, waiting for a reaction, but she keeps glaring. “You taste sweet for someone so dirty.”
Wrapping her nipple chain in my fist, I tug it until she squeals. I feel control slipping out of my body. My cock is leaking, and I shove the tip inside of her dripping hole, stroking myself inside of her. She cries out in pleasure, louder than before, her voice cracking like she’s falling down a cliffside.
“This hole was made for me to ruin.” I snarl as I start to fuck her with reckless abandon, pulling back all the way before slamming myself to my full length with each thrust. She yelps each time our hips touch. “All of you is made for me to ruin. You wanted this, Kitty Cat. You wanted me to hurt you, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“Yes …” Emily pants …
“You like it when I use you.”
“Yes …”
“You’ve always wanted me to use you.”
“Yes …”
There’s no more insult left on her tongue, but I can still feel the fight in her body.
Savageness fills me as I fuck her with the tempo of an automatic rifle, I feel my own anger rising. How dare she agree that I was always going to use her.
I told you that this marriage was real!
I swore to you!
I loved you!
The last thought hits me like a clap of thunder, and for a moment, I nearly think about pulling out of her. I nearly think about freeing her from her restraints, to hold her in my arms and kiss away the pain that I’m inflicting on her body.
But I’m in too deep now. I’m too far gone to do anything other than fulfill her command for me to hurt her.
To destroy her.
I reach up to squeeze her breasts. My teeth nip at the sensitive skin along her neck. Her pussy squeezes me with every thrust, and slowly, her voice comes back to life as one moan after another punch out of her throat.
She’s on the edge of shattering, and the temptation to tip her over it is powerful. I can rip her apart if I want to … but I can’t, even as the darkest corner of my mind urges me to do exactly that.
What’s stopping me?
Because I love her …
Emily … My beautiful, perfect Emily. The girl I pulled from a lake. The one I chose to be my wife, to share my world, to risk opening myself up to in a way I’ve never done with anybody.
And I’m destroying her.
Roaring, I cum inside of her pussy. I pull my cock out and slump against the wall beside her. My seed drips down silently onto the floor. Her rib cage shifts near my ear. I can hear her ragged breathing … and the furious racing beat of her exhausted heart.
“Is this what you wanted?” I whisper. “Have I hurt you enough?”
Whether it’s a question or a plea … I don’t even know anymore.
Emily opens her eyes, and the fire in those dazzling sapphire-blue eyes remain unextinguished.
“No ….” she whispers and shakes her head, her chestnut hair sticking to her sweaty neck. “Not even a little bit.”
“Stop lying,” I beg.
She goes quiet, her breathing faltering. A small, strange smile plays over her tired face.
“You’re right. I was lying.”
I knew it. I knew it! Grabbing her by her jaw, I bring her lips an inch from mine. The way she flinches makes me think she wants me to kiss her.
Because I want nothing more than to do exactly that.
I want to kiss away the pain I caused her, I want to tell her I’m sorry for bringing her down here, and I want to tell her that it’s not the bratva that’s important but her.
“You haven’t even started to hurt me,” she snarls.
Her sapphire eyes shine with a strength she has no right to. It leaks from her as if she were crying, but no tears stain her cheeks.
“Do you want this to end?” I ask, my heart begging her to say yes.
“No,” she hisses. “I told you to destroy me. And that’s exactly what you’re going to fucking do.”