Maggie #2
Another slap stings my ass, and this time my nipples harden with pleasure. I hear a drawer open behind me, and nervous anticipation curls in my stomach.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he says, his voice calm enough that I somehow trust it.
I hesitate for just a second, then lower myself and press my cheek to the mattress, doing what he asks. A cool metallic click closes around my wrists, and I let out a slow breath as realization sinks in.
Lord help me.
I should probably be more alarmed by how much I like this. He reaches under me and cups me, his finger sliding through my folds. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him slip his finger into his mouth.
“You taste so sweet,” he says. “Fucking perfect.”
He lines the tip of his cock up with my pussy, pressing it against the entrance. Holding the short chain between the cuffs, he pulls gently until my arms are held firmly in place behind me. Then he leans down over my body, close enough that I feel the warmth of his breath against my ear.
“Mine,” he growls.
My body tenses before he thrusts fully into me.
He fucks me hard, keeping my arms in place and my face pressed into the mattress.
A helpless sound escapes as sensation rushes through me, leaving my body trembling.
My thighs shake harder the longer he keeps me there, every touch and rough command pulling me deeper until I can barely think.
“Take it,” he says against my ear, his voice dark and rough. “All of it.”
I want to. I want every reckless, dizzying second of it. I push my ass back, meeting each thrust.
His arm wraps around my waist, and he lifts me off my feet, pinning me against the cool glass of the window. With my breasts pressed to the glass, he holds me there as he continues to fuck me with wild thrusts.
I don’t think my body can handle much more, but the thought of him stopping feels even worse. “Don’t stop,” I whisper breathlessly.
“I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you,” he says, his breath hot against my cheek. “Now I can’t get enough of you.”
My wrists are still locked together behind me, the metal biting into my skin, the chain of the handcuffs clinking every time Alexei thrusts. I can’t move. I can’t push back. I can only take what he gives me.
The force drives my hips harder against the window, my nipples dragging over the slick surface. It hurts at first but quickly turns into an electrifying pleasure that shoots down my spine and curls my toes. I moan, the sound muffled by the glass, turning into a desperate whine as he grinds into me.
“You feel so fucking good, kiska,” he says, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, sending shivers racing across my shoulders.
He grips my waist, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he pulls back and thrusts forward again.
The impact jars my teeth, and my body jolts against the window.
I feel completely exposed, even though no one can see us through the tinted glass.
The thought makes me clench around him, wetness coating his cock.
“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m begging for at this point. Mercy? More? Harder?
He adjusts his stance, changing the angle so the head of his cock drags over that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
I cry out, my knees giving way, but Alexei’s arms tighten, holding me steady like he’d never let me fall.
The cuffs clink when I move, sending another rush of excitement through me.
My head spins from the way he touches me, like he already knows how to unravel me until there’s nothing left but him and how he makes me feel.
“Alexei,” I breathe. “I’m…I’m going to come.”
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he moves even faster, stealing the air from my lungs. Pressure builds in my stomach, my entire body trembling as the cool glass and the cuffs make every sensation more intense.
Suddenly, he pulls away, and the loss of him leaves me breathless and disoriented. Before I can gather my thoughts, his hand slides into my hair, his fingers tightening gently at the roots as he draws me back from the window and against his chest again.
He carries me to the bed and tosses me onto my back, my hair spilling across the sheets as I try to catch my breath. He braces himself over me, his ice-blue eyes moving over my flushed skin. He grabs my ankles and pushes my legs wide open, exposing my wet, swollen pussy.
“You undo me, Maggie.”
“Alexei…” I breathe, his name falling apart on my lips like that’s answer enough.
He grabs my legs, hooking my knees over his elbows and folding me nearly in half. My cuffed hands press harder into the mattress, straining my shoulders, but the stretch only makes everything more intense.
He pushes inside me again, slow this time, and agonizingly deep.
I watch his face, the strain in his jaw, and the way his eyes bore into mine.
He’s taking his time now, savoring control.
He leans down, capturing my lips in a brutal, possessive kiss, swallowing my moans as he begins to fuck me again.
His rhythm is deep, grinding in circles that hit every nerve. The friction is incredible, his body pressing against my clit with every thrust. I’m so close it hurts.
“Come for me,” he growls against my mouth. “Let me feel you squeeze every drop of cum from my cock.”
That’s all it takes. My back arches as far as it can, a cry ripping from my throat as my orgasm hits. I spasm around him, clamping down tight. Wave after wave of pleasure leaves me shaking and gasping, stars dancing behind my eyes.
He fucks me through it, drawing it out until I’m sobbing, overstimulated, and trembling. Only when I stop shaking does he let go, his own release taking over. He buries himself deep, groaning as he pulses inside me, filling me with his hot, sticky cum.
He drops down beside me and pulls me close, gently easing me off my wrists while we both try to catch our breath. Neither of us says a word. We lie tangled in warm sheets, my cheek pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
My whole body feels loose and shaky, like he kissed every thought out of my head and left me floating. I should probably feel embarrassed, but all I can think about is how safe I feel in his arms, which somehow feels even more dangerous.
Alexei moves beside me and reaches for the cuffs, his fingers gentle as he unlocks them from my wrists one by one.
The cool metal falls away, and he rubs his thumb over the faint pink marks before lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles.
The tenderness hits me harder than anything else tonight.
“There,” he murmurs. “Better.”
I nod a little, suddenly too full of emotion to trust my voice.
He pulls the blankets over us and draws me back against his chest, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. One strong arm wraps around my waist while his fingers move slowly through my hair. Between his steady breathing and the warmth of his body, my eyes finally close.