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 with–won’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.