6. Kira #3
I moaned but I couldn't respond to him. I loved it. I wanted more of it, and I knew I should hate him, not want him.
"Oh, come on, Princess… Tell me you like being fucked on my table." He smacked my ass again hard and I jolted, clamping down on him. "Yeah, like that," he growled, then straightened. "Say it… Say this is what you wanted me to do to you tonight."
Soft moans and whimpers came out but no words, and still he continued fucking me. The way he pinched my body between his and the table was almost painful. I'd likely have bruises, but I didn't want him to back away for a second. I was so close again.
"Say it now or I stop," he ordered, but I was on the edge, ready to tip over. I had to have it. I needed it.
"Yes!" I groaned, pushing back so he'd go deeper. "Yes, this is what I wanted." In a way, it was absolutely what I had intended, but I hadn't wanted it until he started doing it and then nothing else in the world would've made me happy at all.
"Come again," he demanded, still working my clit. "I want to feel you milk my cock while I'm buried inside you."
The second orgasm hit even harder than the first. My whole body seized up and I clenched around him, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through me.
I screamed an unintelligible, desperate sound, and he kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I thought I might black out from how good it felt and how little I breathed.
He didn't slow down. If anything, he fucked me harder, chasing his own release now. "That's it, baby. Take every inch. I'm going to fill you up so full, you'll feel me for days."
I was still coming down from my high when he started to lose control. His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping against my ass with wet smacks. His hand slid up my back and gripped my shoulder, pulling me back onto him with every stroke.
Then he buried himself deep one last time and came with a guttural groan, cock throbbing as he spilled inside me. Pulse after pulse flooded me, so much so that I felt it leaking out around him as he stayed buried to the hilt.
His body shuddered, breathing hard while the last of his release emptied into me. I was delirious with endorphins and alcohol, closing my eyes so the room would stop spinning, and I almost forgot the entire point of this exercise. Nikolai was just that good at being bad to me.
When he finally pulled out, he kept one hand on my hip like he wasn't ready to let me go yet.
Cum dripped down my thighs, but I straightened and pulled his shirt back down around my body, turning to wrap my arms around him.
But before I even got a word out, Nikolai grabbed my bicep and pried me off his body.
He stooped and picked up the boxers I had kicked off and thrust them into my hand before saying, "Put them on."
My jaw dropped but I didn't argue with him. I wouldn't throw all that work away just because he was a bit callous after sex. Last time sex was over, he locked me up. This time, I was hoping for the opposite.
So instead of listening to him and putting the boxers on, I stepped closer again, grabbing his slowly deflating dick and stroking it. "Niko," I purred, feeling his body twitch at how sensitive his cock was. "Come on… You don’t have to be so rough. You like me, remember? We can get along…"
His hand wrapped around mine on his dick and he scowled at me. "What are you doing?"
"I was just thinking we could do this the right way, okay? I mean you and I have a good thing, right?" Batting my eyelashes, I stroked him again. "We can start over, go back to the way it was. I'll message you and you message me and we'll plan dates. I just need my phone and a ride home and—"
He laughed a loud, deep, booming noise until I felt my cheeks burning and I pulled away from him. He tucked his dick away and zipped up then took a few steps away from me.
"You actually thought throwing yourself at me would make me change my mind so you could go home?" When his eyes narrowed, I felt exactly as foolish as he insinuated I was with that sour expression. "Get dressed… Go to your room."
"No! You pig!" I flung the boxers at him as he turned away, but he caught them and marched back over to me, grabbing my bicep.
"Yakov!" he bellowed, shoving me into the hallway without any pants on. Then he threw the boxers at me. "Take her to the room now!"
I stumbled, nearly falling over, but I managed to snatch up the boxers as I heard Yakov's boots on the floor approaching. I scrambled to put them on and was barely decent as he rounded the corner.
"Yes, sir," Yakov said, stopping by me.
"You asshole! You idiot! I hate you!" The slew of insults didn't stop, not even when Yakov picked me up kicking and screaming and flung me over his shoulder.
It was humiliating. My entire plan had backfired.
It was like he saw me coming a mile away, just the way I feared, and now not even my body could serve as a means to end this torture.
I pounded Yakov's back and screamed at Nikolai the entire way to his room, knowing my chance at getting out of here in one piece just diminished again.