20. Who You Belong To
Who You Belong To
Nadja clenched her teeth, both hands still gripping her calves.
Karl was buried deep inside her. Her tight sphincter clamped around him convulsively, a reflex of panicked resistance and greedy surrender at the same time.
Every breath trembled beneath the shocking sensation of being fucked in that forbidden place.
Karl paused for a moment. He stared down at her with bloodshot eyes.
“See?” he panted. “You can swallow me completely.”
Nadja turned her face away, her lips trembling.
Karl leaned lower and pushed her thighs a little farther apart. “Look at me.”
But Nadja squeezed her eyes shut.
Karl pulled almost completely out of her, only to ram himself mercilessly back inside the next moment.
A piercing moan tore from her, her head falling back against the pillow.
“Look at me, Nadja.” This time his voice was a dark growl.
Nadja opened her eyes. She saw the old man above her, yellow teeth bared, his hot breath striking her face with triumph.
He began moving inside her.
Her tight ass contracted around him, raw and burning. The pain of being stretched stole her breath again and again.
Nadja moaned in torment.
Her hands clung to her calves and pulled her legs even farther apart, as though her body had long since conspired against her.
Karl saw it. One corner of his mouth twitched upward. “That’s it,” he said hoarsely. “Your ass is starting to obey.”
Nadja shook her head. But her legs remained open.
Karl pulled back and entered her again. Every thrust felt as though he were driving another nail into her trembling flesh.
“Remember this feeling,” he said. “Not Markus. Not your husband.”
Nadja panted.
Karl leaned closer, each word hitting her face with his hot breath. “I’m the one who opened you here.”
A strangled moan escaped Nadja’s throat.
Karl thrust again. “I’m the man who took you there. The one who taught you what this kind of pleasure feels like.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “No…”
“Yes.” Karl pushed deep inside her and stayed there, forcing her to feel his entire length. “Your body knows it. This hole knows it. It remembers me.”
Nadja sobbed. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. But her hips answered him of their own accord.
Karl sucked air sharply through his teeth and began thrusting in a merciless rhythm.
“You need to remember that,” he said. “Every time you lie on this bed. Every time your husband holds you. Every time you look at that picture over there.”
Nadja turned her face away. But his words still entered her ears. Under her skin. Straight into the place where he was fucking her without mercy.
Karl grabbed her chin and forced her face back toward him.
“I left my mark inside you.”
Nadja moaned. “Quiet… please be quiet…”
Karl made a throaty sound and drove into her even harder.
“No.” His voice grew heavy with arousal. “I want you to hear it clearly. You’re my horny breeding sow.”
Nadja’s face burned with shame. This time, she couldn’t answer.
Another thrust. Deeper. Pain and pleasure devoured each other, spreading through her lower belly as dark heat.
Karl lowered his mouth close to her ear. “Say it.”
Nadja shook her head. “No…”
Karl thrust again. “Say it.”
Nadja opened her mouth, but only a moan came out.
Karl held her hips firmly and rammed himself deep inside, making her entire body jerk upward on the white sheet.
“Who do you belong to?”
Nadja breathed quickly, her vision blurring. “No…”
“Who?” Another thrust.
Nadja sobbed. Her body answered before her mind could.
Her ass tightened around him, and her empty pussy below twitched again. Hot wetness ran into the cleft of her ass, mixing with every thrust from Karl in obscene wet sounds.
“To you…” Her throat tightened.
Karl pulled back, then drove inside again with all his strength. His eyes stared at her, bright with greed. “Say it.”
Nadja trembled beneath him. “I belong to you…”
The words were barely more than a whisper, strangled between breath and moaning.
Karl groaned hoarsely. His hips drove even deeper into her, as though that confession had broken the final dam inside him.
“That’s right,” he panted. “My horny breeding sow.”
Nadja squeezed her eyes shut. A moan tore from her mouth. This time she could no longer deny it.
Karl smiled, satisfied. He himself had long since been at his limit. Nadja was one hell of a specimen.
Every part of her body drove him insane. The way she had ridden him, the way she had moved her hips and swallowed his cock with her pussy, had nearly made him come. But he had clenched his teeth, held himself back, suppressed every wave.
Now it was paying off. This woman was broken.
Karl’s breath came in ragged bursts above her. His silver-haired chest rose and fell violently. The slap of flesh against flesh echoed loudly through the room.
Nadja sank into a tangled mass of sensations, having just spoken the worst words about herself and being dragged even deeper down by pleasure.
Karl moved faster, his thrusts ruthless. Nadja’s entire body trembled. The mattress creaked beneath them, sinking and springing back.
“I’m about to come,” Karl panted.
Nadja’s mind suddenly cleared. Her eyes flew open.
“Then come in my ass, if you must,” she panted, resigned, taking the lesser evil.
Karl didn’t stop. He gritted the words through clenched teeth. “My seed belongs in your pussy.”
He kept panting, his face red, his old body trembling, but there was nothing left of the pleading, hunched manner he sometimes showed.
“No!” Nadja screamed in panic, tightening her stomach as though trying to pull away from him. “Not today. I’m not safe.”
Her morals might be broken, she had let herself be degraded to the bone — but the last spark of sanity in her refused to risk a pregnancy in her own marriage bed, of all places.
Karl heard her. His hips stopped for half a beat.
The urge to empty himself inside her roared through him, but his cold, calculating mind switched on in time. He had already gained too much today. If he tore through this boundary too, the door he had worked so hard to force open would close forever.
At the last moment, he held himself back with an angry growl. “Damn it — my seed doesn’t belong in your dirty ass.”
His voice was raw. His gaze dropped to Nadja’s red, swollen lips. Then he said: “Your mouth.”
Nadja understood immediately. She nodded. So quickly that the frantic eagerness itself humiliated her.
Karl pulled his cock completely out of her with a wet sound.
He crawled heavily upward. His thin body trembled, his breath catching in bursts in his throat. The deep-red, gleaming flesh jutted directly in front of her face.
“Open.”
Nadja looked at him. Her lips parted obediently.
Karl jerked himself a few quick times and then let out a hoarse growl.
Thick, sticky cum burst out in heavy spurts. Some slapped against the corner of Nadja’s mouth, her cheek, her chin. The largest gush struck directly into her open mouth.
Hot. Salty. Bitter. The sharp taste filled her mouth.
Nadja squeezed her eyes shut, her stomach heaving at the foreign, humiliating flavor. She felt like nothing more than a container for an old man’s semen.
Yet at that exact miserable moment, her hand moved almost on its own between her thighs, and her fingers rubbed frantically over her swollen clit. That unbearable shame itself became a deranged source of arousal.
“Swallow,” Karl ordered.
Nadja closed her mouth. The heavy load lay on her tongue.
Karl’s gaze remained hard on her. Her entire body shuddered. Then she swallowed audibly.
Her throat contracted. She almost gagged. The bitter fluid slid down her throat. The nausea faded. Only a hot, burning trace remained.
Karl dropped onto the mattress beside her. He was the exhausted old man again: bony, thin, wrinkled, his chest pumping violently.
Nadja wiped the sticky film from her cheek with the back of her hand. His bitter taste still lingered in her mouth.
Her gaze fell on his slowly softening cock, a cloudy drop still hanging from the tip. Nadja’s eyes lingered there a moment longer than necessary. Her throat moved. She swallowed dryly. Then she flinched and quickly turned her face away.
Nadja lay motionless on the rumpled sheet. Her gaze moved to the wedding photograph in its wooden frame above the bed.
This time, she didn’t look at herself in the picture. She looked only at Markus. Her husband’s face was smiling. Radiant. Trusting. And completely unaware.
A single tear slipped from the corner of Nadja’s eye and ran silently across the pillow.