13. Chapter Thirteen #2
I start to press my legs together. Friction is what I need. Release.
This pent up arousal has lingered since last night and I’m in desperate need of more. Mikhail has awoken a part of me I never knew was even buried. I never knew even existed.
I gasp when his fingers touch my thighs. My body is burning for him.
My arms are propping me up on the couch so I don’t get too lightheaded. In this position, I can still see the people around us. They watch with hunger in their eyes. They watch to see me get claimed.
I can’t help but notice that my arousal grows even more, knowing I’m being watched. That I'm the center of attention.
Then Mikhail rips my panties down and exposes my backside to the room. I gasp when the cool air touches my skin. It helps counteract the burning of my body. Cool and warm. Pain and pleasure.
Mikhail lightly spanks my backside but it doesn’t hurt. He knows I like it. It’s a reminder of who’s in charge here. Of who’s in control.
“What did she feel like?” Lucy asks, leaning forward in her seat. “When you fucked her for the first time?”
“She felt warm and snug. It was the best pussy I’ve ever put my cock into.” He spanks me again. I rub my legs together.
“She likes it,” Lucy murmurs.
“Of course she does. She’s naturally submissive. She loves that I have power over her. Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back slightly. Mikhail keeps his hand out of reach. He’ll touch me when he wants to. Not the other way around. As I’ve learned, begging gets me nowhere. It only delays the process as he waits even longer when I beg.
“Good girl.” He grips each of my inner thighs and spreads my legs wider. “Keep your legs open, baby. I want to touch you.” He slides his finger right up my hot slit, making me moan. My hips roll back on instinct.
“Is she still sensitive from last night?” Lucy asks. “You said it was her first time.”
“It was. And she is, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasp out as Mikhail flicks his finger over my clit.
“But she can still take my cock. She loved taking it. Tell them, Natalya. Tell them how much you loved being claimed by me.”
I swallow hard. “I loved it.”
“What was it like?” Lucy asks.
Mikhail presses his entire palm against my vulva, rubbing me harder. My hips buck into his hand. I’m desperate for more but he pulls back just enough so I can’t find my release yet.
“Answer her question,” Mikhail tells me.
“It was like…” I gasp when he gently tugs on my nub. Rolling it and flicking it between his fingers.
“Yes?” Lucy asks, leaning forward in her seat, eyeing me over eagerly.
“It was like waking up for the first time,” I manage to say.
“How interesting. What do you mean by that?”
I moan. “Please. I can’t talk.”
Mikhail pulls his hand away from my vulva and spanks my backside hard with it. “You will talk. You will answer Lucy’s questions.” He brings his hand back between my legs, rubbing me again.
“I never knew I would be this desperate for it,” I force out. It’s distracting what Mikhail is doing to me. I want to relax into his touch and let him take me to new heights but he wants me to put on a show. So a show I must put on.
“Tell me more,” Lucy says.
“It felt like I was truly being claimed for the first time.”
“Did you love it?”
“Every minute,” I gasp as Mikhail rolls my nub between his fingers. He presses down harder, giving me the friction I need.
“It’s so fascinating,” Lucy says. “I haven’t been a virgin since I was fourteen. I’ve forgotten what a first time experience can be like.”
I stare at her in shock. She was just a kid. I guess not everyone was as sheltered as I was growing up.
Lucy laughs. “Your girl is surprised,” she says to Mikhail. “How cute. How innocent.”
“She was never allowed to date growing up. It’s how she became this perfect creature you see today. A combination of innocence and pure sex.” He rubs my nub harder and harder, getting me closer and closer and closer.
My hips buck and arch back and seek out his hand with everything inside of me.
“I think she’s had enough,” Mikhail muses, pulling his hand away. I whine, which makes the other people in the room laugh. “She needs this.”
I can hear his zipper move down and then the rustling of clothes before I feel his erection against my inner thigh. Just remembering how it felt inside of me excites me even further.
The energy in the room changes. The people become more hungry, just like I am. They want to see my husband claim me.
Mikhail grabs my hips and anchors himself and without any warning, thrusts his hips forward.
He enters me in one motion, making me moan.
Then I wince. There’s still the tiniest bit of pain.
It doesn’t help that my body is still sore.
I feel swollen and puffy but also ready for this. It’s pain and pleasure all over again.
“Poor baby,” Lucy says. “She’s sore.”
I gasp, clutching the couch.
“She can take it,” Mikhail grits out before he starts to roll his hips around. He doesn’t thrust in and out of me. Instead, he allows his length to remain inside of me, pressing into all crevices of my inner walls. It makes the moment more intimate somehow. More loving.
Mikhail reaches between my waist and the couch and presses his hand down on my clit. I can’t help but moan.
This is all much more exciting than I thought it would be.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “Take my cock. Take all of it.” He removes his hand from my nub and places it back on my hips.
That’s when he begins to really take me.
He starts to thrust in and out of me, relentlessly taking me without mercy. He knows I’m sore but Mikhail has always enjoyed mixing pain with pleasure. This is just another example of it.
I’m not sure how much more I can take. My body is full and tired and alive and excited all at once.
Our bodies make a slapping sound as he takes me. It makes me blush. It’s so vulgar and dirty but it’s also so right.
I can’t stop my moans and whines and gasps of pleasure. I can barely even process the sounds coming out of me. They all roll together into one.
“Tell me you like this,” Mikhail commands, grinding his hips against mine.
“I like it,” I gasp out.
“Tell him how much,” Lucy says.
“Do is as she says,” Mikhail tells me.
“I love it,” I moan. “I love feeling you inside of me.” I gasp when he enters me harder. He brings the tip of his length to my entrance and thrusts back in. Over and over. I’m powerless to stop this, not that I would even want to.
“What else?” Mikhail asks. His hand roams over my back, pressing me further into the couch and raising my hips up higher.
“I love being claimed,” I admit. “I love the power you have over me. I love this.”
“Good answer,” Lucy says with a smirk. I can’t help but feel a flash of annoyance with her. She doesn’t get to tell me if my answer is good or not. Only Mikhail gets to do that.
“I can tell your close for me,” Mikhail says. “So when I say I want you to come, you will come. Is that understood?”
“Yes!”
It’s then that he really takes me.
He grips my hips tightly and thrusts into me with all of his might. I can only stay leaning over the couch, letting him take me with everything he’s got. I’m lost in the pleasure of it. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to find myself again without Mikhail and that’s a scary thought.
That’s why I’m slightly afraid of him. He’s making me become a part of him and if I lose him, then who will I be?
He grinds his hips down, making me moan. My stomach is taut. My pleasure is on the brink. I’m ready. God, I am ready.
“Come for me,” he orders.
And I do.
I let out a sharp gasp as my pleasure rolls over me. No longer able to hold myself up, I slump against the couch as I ride out my orgasm. As Mikhail continues to take me from behind.
Once my orgasm passes, I lay there. Mikahil continues to thrust into me, sending spikes of pleasure through my tired body. I cant take anymore and yet, I want more.
“Again,” Mikhail says, bringing his hand to my nub and rubbing me like a mad man. I need the friction. I need the pressure. I need the release.
Since my body is already fragile and exposed and turned on, it’s not hard for a second orgasm to wash over me.
“Oh,” I gasp as my second round of pleasure hits me.
Mikhail growls in response and thrusts into me once more before his own release comes. He groans and shudders, filling me right up.
Once his orgasm passes, he doesn’t pull out of me right away. Instead, he leans over my body and peppers kisses along my neck, sending goosebumps over my skin.
“That was beautiful,” Lucy comments, making me tense.
Mikhail notices. “Baby? Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“Then why are you tense?”
“I can’t say it here. Please.”
He gently pulls out of me and rightens his pants before slipping my panties back up. I stand up on shaky legs as Mikhail pulls me into his arms. It feels nice to be comforted by him.
“What is it?” he asks.
I glance at Lucy and back at him. “I don’t want to say.”
“Say it.” His tone means there’s no discussion.
“I don’t like Lucy telling me what to do. Or hearing her opinions on us.”
When I glance at Lucy, I can see I offended her.
“You seemed to enjoy it,” Lucy says with a scoff.
I grip Mikhail’s shirt. “Please. I only want you.”
“I understand,” he says as his eyes soften. “I like that you only want me to be in charge of you. But you offended Lucy. Say you’re sorry.”
“I apologize, Lucy. I didn’t mean to offend you. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything about it in front of you.”
Mikhail’s hand tightens on my waist. “Careful there.”
“I’m just speaking the truth.”
Lucy rolls her eyes. “I thought we were having fun. Sharing a moment. But I guess I was wrong.”
“Is there a problem here?” a man asks, entering the room. He’s a large muscular man. Almost as powerful as Mikhail but not quite.
“Nothing,” Lucy says, even though her entire demeanor shows that she’s upset.
The man turns to me and Mikhail. “Are you bothering this woman?”
“I come here all the time,” Mikhail says. “Are you one of the new guards? I’m Mikhail Novikoff.”
The man scoffs. “I don’t care who you are. You’re bothering this woman.”
“No, he wasn’t,” I say. “I was told to speak the truth and I did and Lucy didn’t like it. I’m sorry that I didn’t like you telling me what to do, Lucy. But it’s the truth and I’m allowed to feel this way.”
Lucy’s sneer grows. “We were enjoying the moment and you just ruined it.”
“She’s upset,” Mikhail explains. “Because my wife only wants me to be in command of her. Lucy isn’t taking it well. We’ll leave now.”
“You better,” the man says. “This isn’t a place to get into fights.”
Mikhail sucks in a sharp breath and turns to the man with a smile. “If you truly knew who I was, you wouldn’t be talking to me in this way.”
“You and your woman need to get out.” The man grabs my arm and hauls me towards the door.
I know it’s a huge mistake the moment it happens.
Mikhail punches the guard so hard, the man falls right to the ground. And then Mikhail starts beating the man up. Punching him over and over and over again.
“Mikhail, stop,” I whisper. Seeing him like this is terrifying. “Mikahil, please.”
That’s when he stops and looks up at me. and that’s when I notice that everyone else is watching in horror at Mikhail’s bloodstained knuckles.
We wanted to put on a show and we did.