Chapter 17 #5
The first touch of his tongue against my clit was a jolt of pure electricity straight to my clit. My thighs clenched and I pulled my legs together as much as I was able to, but then he pinned them open even wider. My back arched off the bed, a jolt of pleasure surging straight to my core.
He didn’t tease. He didn’t hold back. He devoured me.
His tongue was a wicked, clever instrument, lapping and circling, then flattening to press hard against my clit before dipping lower to taste my entrance.
He was relentless, like a starving man at a feast, and I was the entire banquet.
My body was a taut bowstring, vibrating with a tension so intense it was almost painful.
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them immediately to stroke that magical spot deep within. My mind shattered, thought dissolving into pure sensation as my orgasm crashed over me.
I hadn’t thought it was possible to come that hard again so soon, but I was very wrong. This one was different. Slower. Deeper. It was a long, rolling wave of bliss that started in my toes and crested in my womb, leaving me a shaking, panting mess in its wake.
He didn’t stop though. His tongue continued its assault, his fingers still stroking, drawing out my pleasure until I was begging him to stop in a series of breathless, incoherent pleas.
He finally lifted his head, his mouth glistening with my arousal, a look of dark satisfaction on his face. He crawled up my body and braced himself above me, his arms caging my head in. His erection was a hard, heavy pressure against my belly, and I gulped a little at the size of it.
“You look so beautiful when you come for me,” he growled, pressing his cock a bit harder against me, and my hips rocked against him just the slightest bit.
I couldn’t speak. I could only stare up at him, my chest heaving, my body a quivering, helpless mess. I was completely ruined, and he hadn’t even been inside me yet.
He lowered his head, his lips finding mine in a gentle kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, a musky, intimate flavor that sent another jolt of heat through me. He kissed me until my head was spinning, until I was aching for him all over again.
Then he pulled away, climbing off me and standing at the foot of the bed where I could see him clearly. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion.
The sight of him stole my breath away. He was all hard muscle, tattoos, and tanned skin.
His chest was broad and dusted with dark hair that narrowed to a happy trail disappearing into the waistband of his trousers.
The muscles of his abdomen were a defined landscape.
He was power personified and just the sight of him made my pussy clench.
My gaze dropped to the buckle of his belt. The soft metallic click as he undid it was loud in the quiet cabin. He slid the leather from the loops, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Then he undid the button on his trousers and lowered the zipper.
He pushed the fabric of both pants and underwear down over his hips.
And I froze.
I couldn’t stop staring.
He was… immense.
He stepped out of his trousers and kicked them aside, standing before me completely naked and unashamed.
His cock stood out from his body, long and thick and impossibly hard, the plum-sized darkened head beading and dripping with pre-cum.
He was by far the largest of his already huge brothers and my pussy fluttered almost like it was nervous for what was to come.
My eyes were wide, fixed on him. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t breathe.
He saw the shift in my expression and the edges of his lips turned up in amusement. He climbed back onto the bed between my bound, spread legs, like a panther stalking its prey. He crawled up my body, caging me in again.
He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. The warm puff of his breath sent a shiver down my spine.
“You thought that little brother joke was funny,” he murmured. His voice was all dark delight and menacing promise. “But my cock is going to leave you very, very sore, princess.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I can take it,” I whispered, but it sounded weak even to me. I was trying to muster the bravado that had gotten me into this mess, but it was failing me in the face of the intimidating reality of the size of his cock.
He laughed, a rough, breathy sound that held no humor. “No, princess,” he corrected, his thumb stroking my cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture. “This is going to actually hurt. Do you know why?”
I shook my head, unable to speak, my eyes locked on his.
“Because I’m going to make sure it does,” he growled.
“I’m going to make sure every inch of me is branded into you, so that every step you take tomorrow, every time you sit down, you’ll remember who stretched you so wide and pushed into you so deep, you thought you’d split in two.
You’ll remember who claimed you. Not Viktor. Not Mikhail. Me.”
A terrifying thrill coursed through me.
He moved, settling himself between my spread legs.
The broad head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I gulped nervously.
The sheer size of him was daunting. He was right.
This was going to hurt. I was already so sensitive, so swollen from the two orgasms he’d already forced from me, and he hadn’t even pushed inside me yet.
Another rush of arousal flooded my pussy.
For a moment, he just held himself there, a hard, unyielding presence against my most sensitive flesh. He braced himself on one arm, his other hand coming up to cup my breast, his thumb stroking the taut, aching peak.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I did. His eyes were burning with desire.
“You were such a good little tease,” he murmured, his thumb flicking over my nipple, sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core. “You liked seeing me squirm. You liked having the power.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear again, his voice a possessive whisper.
“Maybe one day, I’ll even let you hurt your hand spanking my ass,” he said. “But today, princess… today I’m the one who’s in charge.”
His free hand moved between my legs, his fingers parting my folds, spreading my wetness over the head of his cock. My hips bucked involuntarily, almost like my body was pleading with him.
“I think you like being bullied like this,” he whispered. “I think you like being tied down and spread open, exposed and at my mercy. I think you’ve been waiting for someone to put you in your place since the moment you walked into our lives.”
Then he began to push inside.
Fuck.
Oh. Fuck.
He was so big.
The initial stretch set my body on fire. My back arched off the bed. My hands clenched into fists, the silk ties biting into my wrists.
He didn’t stop. He pushed forward, inch by thick, unrelenting inch. He was splitting me open, the burn so intense it was teetering on the edge of true pain. My entire world narrowed to the feeling of him entering me and claiming me from the inside out.
He stopped when he was halfway in, giving me a moment to adjust. His breathing was ragged, the muscles in his arms and neck taut with the strain of holding back.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “So fucking tight and wet. You feel incredible. I can feel your pussy spasming.”
I couldn’t say a single word. I could only pant, my body trembling, trying to accommodate the sheer, staggering size of him.
He leaned down, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my throat. “That’s it,” he murmured against my skin. “Relax for me. Let me in.”
He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, sinking another few inches deeper. A shocked, mewling sound escaped me, half-pain, half-pleasure. The stretch was unbelievable, sending a deep, aching burn radiating through my entire pelvis.
“Shh,” he soothed, even as he continued to press deeper. “Almost there, princess. You can take it. I know you can. Be a good girl for me. Take my cock inside you.”
Without warning, he drove the rest of the way home, burying himself to the hilt in one hard, fast final thrust.
My vision went white. A strangled sob tore from my throat as the muscles of my body went taut and my pussy clenched around him.
The burn was exquisite, a perfect, agonizing pleasure that was almost too much to bear.
I felt so full, so utterly possessed. He was everywhere all at once, filling me, stretching me, and branding me from within.
He paused again, letting me adjust to the overwhelming intrusion. He rested his forehead against mine, his breath hot and ragged.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred.
Then he started to move.
His rhythm was slow at first, a deep, grinding roll of his hips, withdrawing and returning, seating him impossibly deep inside me with every thrust. He was watching me, his eyes dark and intense, cataloging my every reaction.
I knew he could feel my pussy fluttering around his cock, and I could see it in his eyes. He knew I was enjoying this just as much as I was pretending to hate it.
He built a devastating rhythm, each thrust a little harder, a little deeper than the last. The burn of the initial penetration melted into a deep, throbbing pleasure that made sounds I’d never heard escape from my own mouth. My hips lifted to meet his, a silent, desperate plea for more.
He chuckled, the sound dark enough to make my stomach tighten. “Look at you,” he growled. “So eager for my big cock. You take it so well, princess.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. The shame of it was potent, a heady mix of humiliation and a dark, thrilling pride that sent a surge of arousal straight through to my core.
He shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts, and the head of his cock rammed against my cervix. A startled cry tore from my throat, and he hit that spot again and again, in a steady, maddening rhythm that sent jolts of electric sensation sizzling through me.