Chapter 24 Mara #3
I feel a gush of arousal, my fingers slipping as I rub my clit faster. I want to come, the need tightening low in my stomach, and the hunger in his face only makes it worse.
I'm touching myself in an abandoned warehouse with a man who's been stalking me for months, a man who just held a gun to my head, a man who claims he owns me now. It should be terrifying. It should be traumatic.
But it's not.
It's the most intense thing I've ever felt.
My fingers move in circles, building the pleasure, the heat burning in my veins. And all the while, Ilya watches me with those dark, intense eyes, like I'm the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.
"You're beautiful," he growls, his voice rough. "So fucking beautiful. I've imagined this so many times, but the reality is better than anything I could have dreamed."
His words send a spike of arousal through me, making my fingers move faster. I'm close already, wound so tight from fear and adrenaline and the sheer intensity of the situation that it won't take much to push me over the edge.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he demands. "I want to hear it, kotenok. Tell me.”
"I'm thinking—" I gasp as my fingers hit the right spot, "—I'm thinking that I should hate you. That I should be disgusted by this. But I'm not. I'm—oh God—"
“What?” His voice is a growl, rumbling through the air. “What are you, Mara? What do you feel?”
"I'm aroused." The admission comes out on a low, keening moan. "I'm so aroused I can barely stand it. I want—I need—"
His jaw tightens. "What do you need?"
"You." The word is a sob. "I need you. Please, Ilya, I need—"
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my back arching off of the concrete as it whips through me, my thighs splaying open and my arousal dripping onto the floor beneath me as I come harder than I think I ever have in my life.
I can feel myself pulsing, clenching, needing to be filled, to be fucked…
There’s a rough sound of metal meeting concrete as Ilya tosses the gun aside, and then he’s on top of me, pushing my hand away as he yanks down his zipper and frees his cock with one swift movement.
His hips tilt forward as he thrusts all the way inside of me in one hard stroke, slamming himself against me, and despite how wet I am, it’s still a stretch.
My back arches as I let out a yowl of pain and arousal, my legs trapped in my tangled jeans as he presses me down against the floor, his hand knotting in my hair as he pounds himself into me.
It’s fast and hard and fierce, his cock slamming into me as if he wants to leave an imprint of himself there, his mouth on mine in a punishing kiss.
I’m being claimed. Taken. Ravaged. There’s no escaping the relentless devouring of his mouth, the slam of his cock into my body again and again as he groans against my lips, and I don’t want to. I want him to take me, dissolve me, make me his.
But if I’m going to belong to him, I’ll have to find a way to make him mine, too.
The thought slides through my mind in the instant before Ilya tilts his hips, angling himself so that his pelvis grinds against my clit on every downstroke, and all rational thought flees my head.
“You’re mine,” he snarls against my mouth, into my ear, his hips keeping up their relentless thrusting.
“Come on my fucking cock, kotenok. Come for me, Mara. I want my cock dripping when I take every single one of your fucking holes.”
I scream as another orgasm tears through me, pleasure like I’ve never experienced in my life rippling through my body in response to his filthy mouth, to the Russian curses he growls in my ear as I start to clench around him.
His mouth tears from mine, drops to my throat as he thrusts all the way into me, sucking hard at the flesh as I feel him swell and throb, the hot rush of his cum spurting into me as he moans my name against my neck.
For a moment, I think it’s over. That we’ll… I don’t even know what we’ll do now, where we go from here. But then he slides out of me, and I can feel that he’s still rock-hard, that for what we’re doing here, one fuck won’t be enough for this man who is obsessed with me beyond all reason.
His hand grips my hair as he rises, straddling my chest as he angles his thick, hard, slick cock down toward my mouth, still leaking droplets of cum.
“Lick it,” he orders, his hand cupping the back of my head as he lifts it towards him.
“Clean yourself off of me, kotenok, and my cum, too. Lick me like a kitten, and when I’m slick from your mouth again, I’ll take your ass. ”
Fear jolts through me at that, and I jerk back, but I can’t get far with his grip on my head. “Wait… no… I’ve never…”
Ilya grins, feral and possessive, as he strokes his cock with his other hand and presses it against my full lower lip, glazing it with the remains of his cum. “Good,” he rasps, his icy eyes bright with delight. “Then that hole will be mine and only mine, kotenok. Now lick me clean.”
There’s no use in fighting. I don’t want to fight.
I’m so horribly aroused that all I want is to come again.
Pinned on the warehouse floor, his cock dragging across my mouth as I taste my arousal and his on my lips, my pussy dripping his cum and aching for more, I’ve never felt more filthy and degraded… and I’ve never been more turned on.
I look up at him, eyes wide as I start to lick, swirling my tongue around his cockhead until I’ve lapped up every drop of his cum still dripping from his tip, and cleaned my arousal from him.
He angles his shaft across my lips, moving his cock and stroking himself lazily as I lick him, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he tilts his head back.
“I’ll never get tired of your mouth, kotenok,” he groans. “Such a sweet, perfect, filthy mouth. I could let you lick me for hours before I chose which hole to come in. Maybe tonight I’ll put you on your knees while I work, let you lick me until I’m ready to give you my cum.”
His eyes glitter as a moan escapes me, my pussy clenching on nothing at the thought. “You like that, don’t you, filthy girl? You want to be owned, claimed, used. You want to be my little fuck toy, pampered and spoiled and kept full of my cum.”
A whimper escapes my lips, and he groans, pushing his cockhead against my lips. “Open up, sweet kotenok. Take my cock and suck it until I’m ready to fuck your ass.”
I part my lips as he invades my mouth, stretching them around him. I can still taste myself on him as he slides his cock over my tongue, pushing it into the back of my throat as I choke on his length, arching my neck to take him as he rocks his hips forward.
“Fuck,” Ilya groans, thrusting shallowly between my lips. “Fuck, that’s so good. Touch yourself, kotenok. Rub your clit while I fuck your face.”
My fingers find my slick, oversensitive clit immediately, rubbing in small, tight circles as Ilya rocks his hips forward again and again, fucking my mouth in a slow rhythm as I feel him throb against my tongue.
I can feel another orgasm building when he thrusts into my throat a final time, holding himself there as my muscles spasm around his cock, and then pulls himself free, moving back to kneel between my thighs.
With one swift movement, he jerks my jeans the rest of the way off, tossing them aside before hooking two fingers under the edge of my panties and pulling them all the way to one side.
“I’m going to fuck your ass like this, Mara,” he growls, tugging me forward so that my knees are bracketing his hips, “so I can see your pretty face and watch you finger your clit while I take you. I want to see how much it hurts when I open you up, and I want to see how good it feels when you make yourself come while I have my cock buried in your tight little asshole. I want to watch you while you come for me, Mara.”
I moan helplessly as he pushes my hand aside, nudging his wet cock between the folds of my pussy and rubbing his cockhead through the cum dripping from me, all the way up to my throbbing clit.
He pushes the tip against it, smearing my clit with his cum as he rubs it, and my back arches, fingers scrabbling against the concrete as I cry out.
“I could make you come like this,” he growls. “Or I could let you use my cock like a toy, rub yourself with it until you come against my cockhead. I’m going to do all of that with you, kotenok. There’s a whole world of pleasure waiting for you, now that you’re mine.”
He drags his cock through the mess of his arousal and mine, slicking his length with it, and then I feel him dragging it down lower, down to the tight hole that I’ve never played with or allowed anyone else to touch.
“Mine,” he growls, his gaze dark and intent on mine as he presses his blunt tip to the tight ring of muscle. “Only ever mine, Mara.” His eyes drop to my swollen, abused pussy. “Touch your clit, kotenok. And don’t stop until you come.”
And then he pushes.
Hot pain lances through me as my fingers roll over my clit and he slides the tip of his cock into my ass, the resistance almost too much, his swollen tip far too big.
I scream when he breaches me fully, the tip popping inside as I frantically rub myself in search of pleasure to balance it. And it works.
Oh god, it fucking works.
Pleasure burns through me along with the pain as he pushes himself into my ass inch by inch, his jaw tight, his rippling abdomen flexing with the effort as he groans aloud.
“Oh god, your ass is so fucking tight around my cock. Fuck, kotenok, I won’t last long…” He tips his head back as he sinks deeper, ragged moans of pleasure spilling from his lips. “Christ, Mara, every fucking hole is the best I’ve ever fucking had.”
An answering moan tears from my lips at that, my back arching as I rub my clit faster, the feeling of him filling my ass morphing into a strange pleasure as I adjust to it. “I need more,” I whisper, my eyes teary with pleasure, and Ilya’s face darkens.
“More?” A feral smile crawls across his lips, and he reaches down, hooking two fingers into my pussy as he sinks into my ass to the hilt. “My greedy girl. So fucking perfect. I can’t wait to see you come again.”
And then, as he starts to drag his cock out and then slams it back in, he keeps his fingers hooked in me, fucking me in both holes as I frantically rub my clit.
The pleasure is excruciating. It’s beyond imagining.
I feel so full, so thoroughly fucked, and moans spill from my mouth, punctuated only by his name as he fucks me, slowly at first, and then harder.
He slams into my ass as he fingers me, cursing in Russian, his eyes dark and his muscles flexed as he holds back, waiting for me, waiting for…
“Fuck, Ilya, I’m fucking… I’m coming… oh my fucking god!
” I scream his name as the orgasm rips through me, my ass clenching around his thrusting shaft as my pussy grips his fingers, my clit throbbing under mine, and I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. I hear a burst of Russian spill from his mouth, followed by my name, and then he’s coming in my ass, the heat filling me, and my orgasm won’t fucking stop, another set of spasms triggered by the filthy, humiliating realization that Ilya has fucked me in every hole.
I’ve never been so thoroughly taken, so completely claimed, and I know I’m his.
He leans forward as I shudder and grip him, pulling his fingers free of my clenching pussy, and he pushes them into my mouth as his lips find my neck, biting my throat as his cock pulses inside of me.
“Mine,” he snarls again, against my skin, and then he rises up, leaving a mark that I can feel on my throat as he looks down at me, still buried inside of me.
I’m covered in sweat and cum, filled with it, tasting it, and I nod mutely.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and I feel him throb inside of me again.
He slides out of my ass, slowly, tucking himself away and zipping up before tugging my panties back in place.
He cups my pussy for a moment, his fingers pressing against the holes he’s filled, and then he reaches for my jeans, dressing me with a tenderness that brings tears to my eyes.
I’m exhausted, wholly used, and I’m startled when instead of pulling me to my feet, Ilya lifts me into his arms.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, lowering his head to press a kiss to my forehead. “Let’s go home.”
He walks out of the warehouse, cradling me against his chest, and all I can think is that if I don’t find some way to free both myself and him of this addiction, I’ll spend the rest of my life like this.
A willing prisoner, begging for another high.