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Adrian
I can’t do it. I know she wants me to satisfy her.
I definitely want to. My dick tents this towel so much it’s a wonder it stayed onthe towel, not my dick. But fucking a girl who is bound and my prisoner isn’t something I can bring myself to do.
If I did that, I’d be the same as Leon Poval and all his asshole clients and compatriots. I’d be the same as the horrible men who used and abused my sister while she was being held against her will as a sex slave in the basement of the sofa factory awaiting a long-term bidder.
And that thought makes me sick.
Even though it seems pretty consensual, even though I know Kat enjoyed her spanking, there’s no way I’m fucking her.
“What in the hell are you doing, Russian?” she spits at me.
She’s pissed, and I get it. I suppose I just did the equivalent of a cocktease to her. Left her blue-clitted or whatever.
“Don’t you walk away. Are you taking pictures?” she screams.
I wasn’t going to, but it’s not a bad idea. “Your father will like this one,” I say, finding my phone on the counter and holding it up. It really is a great shot with her reddened ass and the extremely degrading position.
“Don’t you dare. Okay, then” She flips her wet hair over her shoulder and ruins the photo by giving me a giant toothy smile. “Go ahead,” she says without moving her lips. “What’s wrong?”
She drops her hips to one side, contorting to roll to her back, where she opens her legs in a wide split and sticks her tongue out like she’s posing for a porn shot. She sings some song about how she could be whatever color I like.
I shake my head. “Crazy fucking girl.”
She sings more of the lyrics, pumping her hips and tossing her head about like she’s in a music video, not tied to my bed.
“What is that? What are you doing?” There’s something vaguely familiar about it, but I honestly don’t know what’s going on.
“Where have you been? It’s “Grace Kelly,” by Mika. You’ve seen the Grace Kelly challenge?” She sings some more of the song.
“What?”
She’s doing crazy spread eagles and crisscrosses with her legs like a wild siren tempting me into the sea of blankets. “On Tiktok.”
Tiktok. She’s nuts.
I set the phone down and ignore her, going to the suitcase to find dry clothes to wear. I pull on a pair of boxer briefs, then my jeans.
She finishes the song then starts up again, except only repeating the one stanza over and over at different pitches.
It’s maddening. Adorably bratty. I keep ignoring her.
Eventually she stops singing. She must realize I’m not coming back because she says, “I hate you, Adrian Turgenev. You are total shit. Seriously. I’m going to start screaming.”
I turn and point a warning finger, not getting a chance to zip my jeans.
She glares at me and sucks in a lungful of air. She’s giving me time to stop her. She wants me back over there. “Hel”
I vault onto the bed and clap a hand over her mouth when she screams. My body’s covering hers. She’s naked from the waist down, the scent of her arousal tickling my senses.
There’s both triumph and fear in her gaze.
The need to soothe her, to turn this into something sexual, to make it completely distinct from what my sister suffered makes me purr, “What’s the matter? I get that pussy all hot and wet, and now it feels too empty?”
Her bright blue eyes lock onto mine. I see vulnerability and desire in them. It’s the vulnerability that guts me.
“Listen to me.” I ease back and slowly move my hand from her mouth. “I’m getting my knife. Don’t move. Don’t make a fucking sound.”
She holds her breath, watching me retrieve my knife from my wet jeans and return to her. I cut the zip tie holding her to the bed. Her wrists are still clasped, but she can move around if she wants.
“If you want something from me, you come and get it. I’m not like your father. I don’t take from women when they have no choice.”
To make sure I’m not influencing her, I walk away, grabbing a pair of socks from my suitcase and sitting on a chair to put them on.
Kat watches me with a sulky glare.
I affect a natural stance. I’m ready if she tries to run for it, but I doubt she will. The sexual charge between us is electric. Intoxicating.
She flounces over to me. She has the air of a child who’s been made to apologize for something they don’t think they did wrong.
I make it easier for her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to sit on my lap, cupping her mons with my free hand. Her pussy is wet and swollen and my middle finger sinks inside her without me even seeking entrance.
“Is this what you need, malysh?”
She whimpers.
“Say it.” I sound like a dick, but it’s important to me. The line between me and men like Poval seems thin and blurry. I’ve captured a girl against her will. I have her tied up and mostly naked. I need to prove to myself I’m not the exact same as the monster I’m trying to hunt.
I lightly trace around her clit with my finger, and she squirms, her head falling back on my shoulder.
“I need you to finish what you started.” She still sounds petulant.
I hold her throat back against my shoulder, still rubbing between her legs with my other hand. “You want me to fuck you, malyshka?”
“Tak.” The syllable sounds close enough to the Russian yes that I understand her.
“I’ll take care of you.” I press my finger inside her again, pumping with a slow pulse. “How do you want it?”
She doesn’t answer. I get it. She’s obviously into being dominated. Giving me direction probably feels like topping from the bottom. I only know these terms because my buddy Pavel is into this shit.
“Hard and rough, Kateryna? Is that how you like it?”
She whimpers because I pick up the speed of my finger dipping in and out of her.
“Because I don’t do gentle.”
Not entirely true, but maybe with her it is.
“You want it on your knees or on your belly?” I haven’t forgotten the way she offered herself up to me a few minutes ago. “Because you’re definitely getting it from behind.”
“Enough talk,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
I pull my finger out and give her pussy a slap. “I decide what’s enough.”
She moans loudly.
I pull her knee open over mine and slap her pussy repeatedly, light and fast. “We’ll make this simple. No fancy words. You tell me stop; otherwise, I do what I want. Yeah?”
She nods against my shoulder.
“Say it.” I slap her pussy again.
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” I lift her off my lap. “Go and get on the bed.” I suppose it’s one last test. I’m making sure she uses free will to put herself in position. That she really wants this.
She goes over to the bed and climbs onto her forearms and knees, her ass high in the air, making an appealing target. I walk over and run my palm lightly over her ass. It’s red from the spanking I gave her against the door. Slightly heated to the touch.
I lift my palm and deliver another hard spank. She doesn’t make a sound. “I don’t like to hurt women, but I could definitely get used to spanking you,” I tell her.
She says nothing but holds perfectly still.
“You are a very good girl, waiting for your fucking like this. You look so beautiful.” I push my shirt up her back to reveal her breasts hanging down, and I pinch and roll the nipple of the one closest to me. “You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”
She lifts her head up, like she’s surprised.
“Has no one told you that before?” I continue to pinch and squeeze her breast as I deliver another slap to her ass.
She hesitates, and I think she’s not going to answer, but then she says, “No one I believed.”
I don’t like that, for some reason. It implies a lack of confidence, which I didn’t suspect her of. From what I saw at the rave, she knows she’s hot. She works it. She enjoys toying with men, trying to get something she seems to crave.
I fist her wet hair and squeeze, pulling it taut at the roots. “You believe me, Kateryna?”
She tries to look up at me, but with my hand in her hair, she can’t, so I release her hair.
“Hmm?”
There’s a pretty blush on her face like it pleases her to hear I’m in love with her rack. “I want to.” I catch that vulnerability again, and it hurts my chest.
Fuck. She’s going to get attached. I’m already far too entranced by her. And there’s only one horrible way this relationship ends. With her father in a pool of his own blood and me holding the gun.
I don’t mind wrecking my soul to get my vengeance. I don’t care if I spend the rest of my life in prison or even if I die. But now it seems like I’m going to ruin this girl. And that was the one thing I was hoping not to do.
I didn’t want her traumatized like Nadia. I didn’t want her hurt.
But in my need to take care of her, to protect her from trauma, I’ve created a new weak point: her heart.
Not that her heart wasn’t already bound to be broken by losing her father, but to have it done at the hand of a man she’s been intimate withwon’t that completely destroy her?
But she’s looking at me with those cornflower blue eyes. I can’t pull back or stop now. I have to finish what I’ve started.
I grasp her shoulder and push it up to roll her backward. She rolls to her side, but I pick up her hips and prop her up on her knees again. “No,” I say sharply, like she’s displeased me. “You keep that ass in the air, so I can spank it.” To emphasize my words, I give her three hard slaps. Then I push her top shoulder open again. “Now twist and give me that breast. I’m going to show you how much I like it.”
I lower my head and suck her nipple into my mouth, then swirl my tongue around it and pull off. I grip it roughly and twist, but my words temper the action. “So pretty.”
She lets out a shaky moan.
“Are you wet for me, Kateryna?” I ask. I haven’t touched her pussy since she came to the bed.
“Yes,” she warbles.
“Let me see.” I climb around behind her and rub my fingers between her legs. Her honey coats my fingers, slick and sweet. I use it to circle her clit then dip my finger again and trail it over her asshole. “You want to get fucked here?”
“No,” she says immediately, her anus squeezing beneath my finger.
“You might like it,” I tell her and slap the place where ass meets thigh. I grab a pillow and shove it beneath her hips. “Lie flat, malyshka.”
She slides forward to her belly and opens her thighs. I stroke again, putting my thumb over her anus as my two fingers glide over her lubricated slit. It feels so dirty. So right. I give her ass another slap then murmur, “don’t move.”
I get a condom out of my wallet and return. She hasn’t moved an inch. Kateryna is obedient as hell when she wants something.
“I’m putting on condom.” My accent sounds thick.
“I have an IUD,” she tells me.
I slap her ass. “You should still demand protection.” I’m pissed off all over again about those mudaks who wanted to take advantage of her at the rave. Kateryna needs to raise her standards.
I take off my pants and shove down my boxer briefs, roll on the condom and position myself at her entrance. There’s a voice nagging in the back of my head, trying to get control of me. It’s telling me this is a mistake. This is the moment where I go too far. To a place I can’t take back.
But I’m drunk on hormones now. I need Kateryna as badly as she needs me, and pulling back or pulling away has become an impossibility. I press into her slowly, easing in because I’m big, and she’s tight. Inch by inch, I feed my cock into her until I’m fully seated.
I stroke her hair back from her face then fist and release it, giving her a firm scalp massage. “You good?”
She presses back against me. “Yes.” She sounds breathless.
I ease back then slam in again. The pillow lifting her hips gives me a good angle. I can get deep inside her and hit her G-spot on the way.
“Tak…tak,” she moans, apparently already on the way to satisfaction.
The pleasure is mutual. I haven’t had a girlfriend since I left Russia to find Nadia over a year ago. I’ve had a few hookups but nothing hot like this. Nothing so unapologetically kinky, so over-the-top sexy.
And Kateryna is by far the hottest girl I’ve been with.
I play with grabbing fistfuls of her hair and releasing it, sometimes tugging her head up to make her arch her back for a few strokes, then letting her back down to recover. I hold her nape down like she’s pinned to the bed. I play with one nipple while bending her backward with a hair tug.
She’s pliant. Enthusiastic. Every time I do something forceful or dominant, her pussy gushes for me. She apparently loves being mistreated.
I apparently enjoy being her abuser. The thought disturbs me, but I push it away. I can feel my own pleasure coming to a head. Surging forward to claim victory.
I ride Kat, slapping in harder and faster. I hook my hand in front of her neck to bow her backward while I fuck her. “You like it when I give it to you hard, malyshka? Hmm?”
“Tak,” she cries.
“You take it like a good girl, don’t you?”
She lets out a sobbing breath and squeezes my dick with her internal muscles. I can’t hold back any longer. I rock into her with hard, forceful strokes, shaking the bed and making it bang against the wall.
“Yes!” Kat cries.
My vision turns hazy. The room swims and spins.
I give a shout and come, plunging deep inside her to fill the condom. She gives over in perfect tandem, her muscles milking my cum as she flutters and spasms her own release.
“That’s it,” I murmur, slowly rocking in and out to wring the last aftershocks from her. “Good girl.”