"Good girl." He tosses them aside and turns me around, bending me over the dresser. "Watch yourself in the mirror. I want you to see what you look like when I fuck you."
I brace my hands on the dresser, looking at our reflection. Me in the green velvet dress, hiked up around my waist. Him behind me, already working his belt open.
"You look like a fantasy," he says, pulling his cock out. It's already hard, thick and ready. "Like every dark dream I've had for the past year come to life."
He runs the head of his cock through my folds. I'm already wet.
"So ready for me," he murmurs approvingly. "Your body knows what it needs."
"Konstantin, please."
"Please what?"
"Fuck me. We don't have time for teasing."
"We always have time for this." But he's lining himself up, pressing against my entrance. "Watch yourself. I want to see your face when I fill you."
He thrusts inside in one smooth stroke. I cry out, my hands gripping the edge of the dresser.
"Fuck, you feel good," he groans, his hands gripping my hips. "Still so tight. Even after three days of me stretching you out."
He starts with hard, fast thrusts that make my breasts bounce in the dress. I can see everything in the mirror. The way his face contorts with pleasure. The way my own mouth drops open. The absolutely obscene sight of his cock disappearing into me again and again.
"Look at you," he growls. "Taking my cock so well. Your pussy was made for this. Made for me."
I reach between my legs, find my clit. The combination of his cock pounding into me and my fingers working my clit has me climbing fast.
"That's it. Fuck, you're clenching around me. You're close."
"I'm going to—"
"Come. Now. Soak my cock."
I come with a strangled cry, trying to keep quiet even as pleasure crashes through me. He thrusts twice more and then buries himself deep, filling me with another load of cum.
We stand there for a moment, both breathing hard. Then he slowly pulls out. I feel his cum immediately start to leak down my thighs.
"Konstantin, I need to clean up."
"No." His voice is firm. "You're going to dinner with my cum inside you. You're going to sit next to me, smile at my family, and feel me leaking out of you the whole time. And you're going to remember exactly who you belong to."
My face flames.
"Perfect." He stands, adjusts himself, and grabs my panties from the floor. But instead of handing them to me, he pockets them. "You're not wearing these tonight."
"I can't go to dinner without underwear."
"You can. And you will." He fixes my dress, smoothing it down carefully. Checks my hair. "Perfect. You look perfect. No one will know I just fucked you."
"Except you."
"Except me." He kisses me deeply. "And that's all that matters."
7
Konstantin
The dining room is transformed.
