Chapter 33
Sweet memories are there to distract you and help you escape from reality. They give us faith in the sincerity of actions and make us trust the illusions. They are my sanctuary. They become my purpose.
My breathing was heavy and obscenely loud. I couldn’t keep it down because new emotions, a whirlwind of sensations and curiosity about what he’d do next took me over, depriving me of oxygen and common sense.
The silk scarf cut the blood flow to my hands. I could feel them getting numb.
His right hand stroked my buttock, then slowly moved to my burning, wet core.
My whole body felt raw. Every touch of his aroused me, it seemed. The sheer intensity of his gaze would have made me cum, had I been facing him.
His fingers caressed my clit. I arched my back, pushing harder against his erection. The scarf strained, cutting into my hands painfully.
He was stroking it languidly, circling around. Then he moved lower, to my aching core.
“You’re so wet, vita mea . Do you want me that bad?”
I shook my head because my tongue wasn’t listening to me and my head was spacing out.
He lightly slapped my clit and I cried out, arching my back and rubbing even harder against his hard-on.
I could no longer feel my hands .
“If you keep being this stubborn, I would take your ass instead of your pussy.”
I felt a surge of anxiety, replaced by a hot wave of arousal.
My nipples got so hard it hurt.
His lips brushed against my ear and I leaned closer.
“We’ve got to learn to crawl to start walking. Didn’t you say that yourself, vita mea ?”
What?
He entered me with two fingers and I cried out from the sharp, unfamiliar sensation, immediately moaning as his thumb began to press on my clit.
I pursed my lips, trying to keep quiet. All thoughts escaped my mind, as if I’d never even had them.
My whole body craved his touch. It screamed for his hands to go over every little part, not missing an inch.
His fingers were driving me crazy, the heat of his body, his deep breath and his overwhelming scent pushing me to the limit, making me give in and start begging for him to enter me.
My heart was pounding in my chest as my body was flushed with heat.
My arousal was so intense, it made me writhe in tantalizing pain. The bubble of ecstasy ballooned, getting bigger and bigger.
My ass was pressed against his cock as his fingers kept penetrating me. It was getting harder to breathe. My sensitive folds got used to his fingers and I no longer felt pain. All I could feel was the tsunami rapidly drawing near.
His lips came close to my ear and he whispered through my hair, “You love my fingers fucking you so much. Such a hypocrite you are, vita mea .”
I wanted to retort, but his fingers suddenly pulled out of me, and I gasped loudly.
“Miss me already?”
His wet fingers stroked my lips .
“I will take you to my world, but first, get a taste of your own. Open your mouth.”
I didn’t flinch as his fingers entered my mouth.
“Suck,” he ordered in a cold tone.
I yielded and began to suck, licking his fingers with my tongue. I didn’t understand how it could be so humiliating and so arousing at the same time.
“I know it feels so hot it’s hard to breathe.
Your stomach’s swelling up with lust like it’s going to burst. Your heart’s racing, ready to fall at my feet.
Your nipples are burning, yearning for my touch.
The throbbing between your legs feels raw.
I want you to remember yourself like this.
I want you to remember how your body groans and calls for me.
How fucking bad it wants me. It belongs to me now.
I’m the only one it’s gonna cry for, and I will be the only one to sate its hunger. ”
With every word he said, a wave of arousal was about to overwhelm me. I took quick breaths, fighting it along with my urge to moan.
He pulled his hands away and I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. I was on the brink of ecstasy.
He was right. The excitement was so strong it made me suffer. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him to finally quench my thirst.
I felt his tip press against my slit. He began sliding it up and down, lathering my slick juices over the swollen folds and the sensitive flesh around them.
My pulse picked up sharply and I held myself back from groaning like a madwoman.
“Do you like it?”
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t going to speak to him anymore. Not here and not like this.
He let his cock grind on my clit, and a telltale groan escaped my throat. I bit on my lower lip right away to shut myself up already.
“You’re so hungry. I’m glad to be the first to sate your hunger. ”
After these words, I felt him enter me slowly and I moaned, pressing my hand to my mouth to try and muffle the sound.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can feel your walls gripping my cock,” he croaked.
This sent a new wave of searing lust down my abdomen.
Pain and pleasure were in a tug of war as his hard cock pushed through my heat, filling me.
I tried to hold back my moans, but it was a losing battle that I no longer had the strength for, and I gave in.
My knuckles turned white from gripping the bedpost so tight.
I didn’t have time to get adjusted to him when he entered me roughly, and I screamed. His right hand grabbed me by the hair.
“I like hearing your sweet screams.”
He entered me with renewed vigor, pulling my hair, and I cried out again.
My screams soon turned into loud moans filling the room. I felt euphoric from the immense pleasure the pain brought me.
“Louder.”
He pulled out abruptly and pushed back in.
My moans got louder.
“I said, louder.”
He entered me again, his thrusts rough and hard.
His groin slapping against me, my moans and his breathing made the wave rise, taking my attention away from the pain between my thighs and his grip on my hair.
The pain only added spice, turning addictive.
I wanted to feel it again. The pain and arousal were a crazy mix.
They were a perfect match. Like good and evil. Like me and... him.
I could barely breathe. I could feel my orgasm building up. There was no way to escape or get rid of it. It was too big. I could feel it.
His lips leaned closer to my ear.
“Wanna cum? ”
I didn’t reply.
“You don’t, then.”
He pulled out of me quickly and I let out a deep moan that sounded like a frustrated wail.
He slapped my ass hard and I screamed. The burning sensation from the slap to the ass merged with surging lust, bringing out a disturbing desire to feel them together again.
His absence felt like an irretrievable loss. I wanted him back in. Wanted him to touch me. Craved his touch. My whole body ached for him faithlessly.
I threw my thoughts aside along with my pride and rasped out,
“Yes.”
His grip on my hair tightened.
“Louder.”
“Yes,” I nearly screamed.
His right hand caressed my neck.
“I love when you beg me. Who am I to deny you, vita mea .”
After these words he entered me roughly, and my eyes went dark from the crazy wave of desire. When I heard his low groan, I felt my walls begin to clamp up around his cock.
“Fuck, Zoe.”
He growled through clenched teeth.
Arousal became unbearable. I lost control over my body and gave in, drowning under the rogue wave of much-needed release.
I felt it washing over me, making me a part of it. It took my body, until there was nothing left. I merged with him. We became one.
I felt nothing but wild ecstasy flowing all through my body. It’s like I left my body and Zoe no longer existed.
It seemed to last forever. It seemed to me that these feelings would never leave. How could it be a simple deal if I enjoyed it so much ?
I’d never experienced anything close to that in my life. I knew there was no way back. I would never be the same again. This was going to change me once and for all.
I caught myself craving those feelings again. It was addictive, like the hardest drug.
After an indefinite amount of time, I opened my eyes and found myself lying in the bathtub.
Eric turned the water on and I saw his gaze fall from my eyes to my chest. My nipples got hard and began to ache.
His gaze was a blazing abyss.
Why wouldn’t he touch me?
My brain woke up and began fighting my body. I wanted him to leave, but I didn’t. I wanted him to touch me and I didn’t. I couldn’t decide which side to take.
I really wanted him to wash me. At least that way I could feel his touch again.
The image of him half-naked sent a new wave of excitement down my stomach.
His abs. Strong arms.
I wanted his big hands to squeeze my breasts until it hurt. For his lips to touch my neck, kissing and biting it hungrily. I wanted to lean against his naked flesh, not the cold bathtub.
I saw him freeze, watching me. He knew about my struggle. I could see it in his eyes.
With every breath I took, my pulse got steadier and my brain began to work better.
It took me some effort to look away from him and choke up my dark desires.
I knew I’d never forgive myself if I gave in to them.
“I want you to leave.”
I watched the water fill the bathtub when I heard the door closing .
My body went limp, as did my brain. My eyelids were growing heavy and the water was getting too warm.
My eyes shot open and I found myself lying in bed. My body was dry, toasty and covered with a blanket.
I had to get back to my room.
I’d leave.
I was just going to wait for him to come back.
Wait for the money.
And then I’d go back to my room.
Yes.
That’s the plan.
I wouldn’t stay here.
I would not sleep in his bed.
I was just going to rest my eyes for a bit, until he came back.