Chapter 6 Roxana #2
“Filthy slut,” Silas retorts smugly, his beard glistening with my juices.
“Keep testing me with that dirty mouth of yours, and I’ll fuck your lips raw.
I’ll bruise the back of your throat with my cock until you’re gagging so hard you can’t breathe.
And then I’ll make you swallow every fucking drop of my cum like your only role in life is to clean up my messes.
” His eyes glint with entertained cruelty. “Does that sound better to you?”
I start at his words, their fusion of familiar timbre with unfamiliar harshness sending a jolt through me.
“I mean ...” I chew on the inside of my cheek, mulling my response over. “It sounds fucking hot, if you ask me,” I concede after a while, and Silas chuckles. “We can do that. But ladies first. Let me come now. You’ve made your point.”
The cruel shine in his look intensifies.
“Oh, my dark darling,” he drones. “I haven’t even started making my point yet. But I’m about to.”
He swings one leg and then the other off the bed and stalks off towards the bathroom, leaving me to kick and slide my feet on the black sheet, tangling my heels in the cool, slick satin, then untangling them.
Silas returns with the soft rustle of his soles against the carpet.
He’s bringing my favourite pink rabbit in one hand and my lube in the other.
“I thought I’d let you enjoy it one last time before I throw it out,” he says.
“Do that and I’ll kill you slowly with a very blunt knife,” I retort.
Silas shrugs with an amused grimace. “You can try. But if you fail, I’m going to take that knife from you and fuck you with it,” he threatens, his voice dispassionately cheery. “Besides, you won’t be needing this anymore.” He shakes the vibrator in his raised hand.
Flicking the tub open with a click, Silas coats the silicone surface with some lube, towering over me on the bed.
“Legs apart, nice and wide,” he commands.
To which I, of course, respond, “Fuck you.”
Propped on one elbow, he leans over me and the firm pressure of his body envelopes mine in heat.
He flattens my thighs underneath his hips and pins me down, his breath burning on my chest. Then, without warning, his mouth is on my right breast, his teeth closing around the nipple, and he bites down without holding back.
I scream, convinced that he must have drawn blood. But when he retreats and I look down, there isn’t any in the irritated depression his teeth left behind.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have any idea how much that hurt?” I demand of Silas.
“I do,” he assures me, nonplussed. “Do you have any idea how much more I could have made it hurt? If you’d like, I can show you on the other side.”
He shifts his weight, deliberately slow, his face creeping inch by inch towards my left breast. I try to throw him off but can’t as much as wiggle underneath his weight.
“No!” I shriek. “Don’t! I’ll do what you want!”
There is nothing pretend about my alarm; I am scared in earnest of the agony he could put me through. But something about the fact that he wouldn’t hesitate has me biting my lip and clenching my thighs. I have always wanted him to be willing to push me to my limits, and it seems that he finally is.
Still, I’m a little relieved when he withdraws with a low, guttural grumble.
My repose lasts only until he pushes my legs out of the way and presses the vibrator against my clit.
The moment he switches it on, violent bliss rips me apart.
I arch my back, my mouth gasping for a breath that can never reach my lungs because I’m surprised my ribs aren’t snapping the way my chest has constricted.
My cunt is pulsing greedily in its unyielding demand to be filled like a hungry mouth chewing on vacant air.
A tingling oblivion descends and starts dissolving the fabric that holds my cells together, my budding culmination blinding and completely overpowering.
So overpowering that I only register the click of a button after the vibrations of my rabbit cease and my punctured high deflates. Screaming and hissing, I spew the filthiest possible swearwords at Silas.
I don’t know how many times he repeats this. I lose count as I disintegrate completely, my body melting away in sweat and tears, and the obscenities dissolving in my mouth and morphing into pleas.
“Please, please, please, fuck me already ...”
Like in mortal throes, I quake under his touch.
“Please let me come ...”
My mind falls apart, all conscious thought evaporating until I’m nothing but an animal, driven by an instinct.
“Please ...”
When he finally withdraws the vibrator for good, I buck my hips, grinding against nothing but thin air, demented in my raging need to rub my clit on something—be it Silas’s dick or a grindstone—anything as long as it would give me release.
“See, now this is begging,” Silas growls with vicious triumph in his voice, and he sets the vibrator aside.
Fuck him. Come Monday, I’m going to escape him, even if it means going back to my mother’s cabbage-reeking hovel in Brasov.
“You’ll know never to say no to me again, won’t you, dark darling?” he croons, and I’m torn between my desire for him and my urge to recoil.
His fingers trace the outline of my shin all the way from my knee to my foot, their warm, rough touch skating over my skin, before they close around my ankle.
“Y-yes.”
Shifting closer to me, he props that leg up on his shoulder before repeating the same on the other side.
The tendons in my thighs stretch when he leans closer to me.
I have started to cool down, chill burning on the small of my sweaty back—now hoisted up in the air.
But one sight of him and I heat up again.
Unruly strands of hair fall into his eyes, and his teeth are bared in a wicked smirk.
The muscles in his arms and chest are bulging as he hunches forward to grasp his cock, its veiny length rock-hard, and its tip glistening with precum.
He traces my entrance with it, deliberately slow, the gentle pressure so very hot in its trajectory through the tepid, slippery mess of my arousal.
I moan loudly, my tormented libido winning over my self-preservation instincts.
“Well, are you still saying that you don’t want me to fuck you tonight?” he asks, his voice velvet and steel.
“No! No. I want you.”
“But does it matter what you want?”
“No.”
“Why not?” he presses on, not ceasing in massaging my intimate area with his dick, teasing me on, maintaining the potency of my need.
“Because you get to fuck me whenever you want. It’s not up to me.” It’s strange, the way I tell him exactly what he wants to hear, but still I mean what I say.
“Good.” He pats my hip with his spare hand. “My thirst for you must be quenched, always. That’s non-negotiable.”
I nod so aggressively that I pinch something at the back of my neck. Seeing me, the harsh lines in Silas’s face soften.
“Very good.”
He moves his cock so that it’s aligned with my pussy without sliding it in.
It’s now perfectly poised for a breach, with only a finger’s breadth of the tip dipping into the slit.
But much as I don’t want to, much as it would have been easier to lay my palm onto a sheet of flaming coals, I stay still, resisting the urge to shift my hips.
“Very, very good,” he praises me, but something like a shadow crosses over his face; indecision or hesitation, a feeble fight that is swiftly lost. “If you keep this up and are this reasonable always, you may find that there are very few other things that are non-negotiable. If any at all.”
I say nothing to that. As he finally drives into me with a mighty thrust, bottoming out, my eyes roll back with the sheer relief of it, and a tsunami of sensation roars through my entire body almost immediately.
Sobs wrack my body, tears of a different kind than before spilling from my eyes.
The voluminous, diluted kind that cleanses and doesn’t sting, my instant deep orgasm a release in more ways than just one.
His fingers back on my clit, Silas helps me draw it out for as long as possible, encouraging me with a softly spoken “that’s it”. And riding out my full-body convulsions, I find that my resolve to get away from him is wavering.
What if saving myself isn’t what I want?