Her fingers tighten on the pillow, her asshole clenches and releases.
I stop flogging and trail the tassels lightly over her reddened skin between her ass cheeks, against her pussy. I swing it and lightly whip her pussy.
She squeaks. I flick again. And again.
Then I drop the flogger and rub over her slit with my fingers.
So wet. Incredibly swollen. Very inviting.
If I cared more for her pleasure, I would drag this scene out like I did at Black Light. But part of me is still angry. So I consider my own desires first.
Right now, I want to fuck my new attorney until the room spins. I unzip my pants and free my straining erection.
“I am clean,” I tell her, my voice rough with desire. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was with you.”
I didn’t mean to tell her that. I’m not sure why I did.
Annoyance with myself makes me shove into her without waiting for her agreement, for her acknowledgement of my plan to enter and ride her bareback.
“I haven’t either,” she gasps as the force of my thrust pushes her forward.
I catch her hips, my heart suddenly lodged higher in my chest.
I shouldn’t be surprised at her admission, considering what I found on her laptop. It’s more that she willingly shared it with me.
But my thoughts start to unravel because being inside her hot, wet channel feels better than I remember. Better than any fuck I’ve ever had.
Can it be because I know she’s carrying my child? Something primitive and caveman in me finds it so appealing?
Or is it that her body is just so much more welcoming under the influence of all the hormones? Either way, I revel in the way her flesh seems to hold my cock tight as I arc in and out of her.
I grip her long blonde hair and wrap it in a fist, using it to lift her head. “You’ve needed this,” I tell her, my own raging lust making me cocky as hell. “Needed my big Russian cock fucking you senseless. Didn’t you, beautiful?”
She only mewls in reply. I didn’t expect her to agree. “You thought you’d given this up forever, didn’t you? Is that why you’ve been watching Russian porn?”
She bucks her hips in surprise, and I tighten my grip, increase the tempo of the fucking. “You needed a good Russian spanking?”
“Shut up!” she snaps.
I’ve embarrassed her. I don’t mind. I am being a mudak, I know. In the heat of the moment, I’m letting my own hurt show.
“Fuck you, Ravil.”
I chuckle. “As you wish, beautiful.” I slam in harder and harder, closing my eyes to savor how good it feels. Lightning strikes the base of my spine, my thighs shake as my balls draw up with the need to come.
I reach around and rub her clit roughly a couple swipes, but I’m too close. I need it so goddamn badly. I cup her nape to hold her in place as I fuck her hard and fast. I shout as I come-roar, actually-and reach around to give her clit my full attention.
She comes almost immediately, her channel squeezing and releasing around my cock, drawing out more and more of my seed.
“Blyat, Lucy. Blyat.” I stroke my hands all over her body, gratitude following fast on the heels of my pleasure.
Forgiveness.
Affection, even.
I wait until her orgasm has passed and she’s regained her breath before I ease out and get a washcloth to clean her up.
She doesn’t wait but walks past me into the bathroom. I hand her the washcloth, and she points to the door. “A little privacy?”
I shake my head. “Be nice or I’ll use my belt next time I punish you.”
Her eyes flare, but I’m certain it’s half with excitement. I walk out and shut the door. Let her have her privacy. She’ll have very little of it here with me.
I will own her every minute. Monitor her every communication, control her entire existence.
So yeah, if she wants to rinse off alone after I fuck her, she can have that tiny win.
There won’t be all that many.
Lucy
MY LEGS TREMBLE and my ass tingles with heat. Mostly, I just feel pleasure. The post-orgasmic languor of heavy limbs and bliss.
All those nights watching Russian porn trying to get myself off, I never got any satisfaction. Even when I did bring myself to orgasm.
But I’ll be damned if I tell Ravil that he satisfied me.
Asshole.
I partly hate myself right now for letting him do that. It’s just that he’s already proven himself a careful and attentive lover. And this pregnancy has me so damn horny.
Besides, I’m a feminist. I don’t believe that sex is the only power a woman has-a gift to be given or withheld. That’s bullshit. A remnant of patriarchal rule. Not one we need to subscribe to.
That sex was for me, even if it did look degrading.
And I got what I needed out of it.
And if he happened to enjoy it, too, well, good for him. It might help our negotiations.
I use the toilet and then turn on the shower. As I’m stepping in, Ravil knocks lightly and opens the door. He holds up my cosmetic bag for me to see and sets it on the counter before backing out again and shutting the door.
A chill runs down my spine remembering that man packed my things today. Moved me in with him. His threat to take me to Russia for the duration of the pregnancy is believable enough that I’m scared. He obviously has a great deal of money and connections. He doesn’t care about laws. He does what he wants.
Takes what he wants.
This is the type of man I wanted out of my son’s life.
But unless I come up with a way to get rid of Ravil, that won’t be possible.
I’m not capable of murder. So that leaves prison. I need to use my time here to observe and collect evidence of crimes. I could build a case and hand it over to the district attorney. Get Ravil put away.