Then, he wrenches me from the tree, pulling on my arms, and has me kneeling on the forest floor. Except, my knees don’thit wet earth and brambles. No, they land on a massive piece of black fabric, like a male’s jacket.
My gratitude is short-lived as he presses my chest and face to the fabric, my ass up in the air. I try to escape again, worming against the ground, but I don’t even make it an inch away. With the flimsy fabric of my thong, he ties my wrists behind my back. I have no control of my movements.
I’m helpless. Immobilised by two rough hands on my hips. A sharp sting lances through my ass cheek as my captor smashes his hand against my ass in quick succession.
“That’s for giving your number to that dimwit in the auditorium,” he growls.
I don’t remember what he’s talking about, my brain too focused on the pleasure spreading through me. Fire blooms where he keeps hitting my ass with a harsh spanking. I bite my lip. I refuse to show him my pain. I refuse to ask for more. Because the sting blooms into a warmth that has liquid heat leaking out of me.
Nothing escapes his notice. The masked man’s tongue glides against my thigh until he reaches my pussy and swipes it all the way up, from my clit to entrance to asshole. I can’t hold it this time. I moan. Still wiggling to escape, yet pressing back against his mouth.
“I knew you’d taste like my salvation,” the man breathes and seizes my cheeks, spreading them to give himself access to my pussy. When he dives in again, nothing will stop him. I cry for him to stop, I beg him to release me.
And he feasts.
He eats me out like he’s starved for the taste of my cunt, and nothing has ever tasted better than me. When I’m cresting to my orgasm, he pinches my clit painfully.
“You’re not coming anywhere but on the cock of the monster you’re trying to escape.”
In my peripheral vision I can tell that the half mask is back on his face when he straightens up. His large body looms over my helpless frame, one of his hands bruising my hip while he opens his zipper with the other and frees his cock. Terror and anticipation melt into one cocktail of pure adrenaline.
I hiss when he enters me in one harsh stroke. I barely register the knife freeing me from my restraints until he lifts me up, a hand on my tits and the other in my hair, pulling my head back. He takes me on hands and knees like two animals who can’t help themselves, and I arch, pressing back against him.
The way he fucks me is feral and wild. Each thrust hits me deep and has me moaning with intense pleasure.
“That’s it. Cry for it. No one’s coming to save you,” he rasps, the mask barely muffling his panting breaths.
I close my eyes, lost to the sensations. His thick cock hammers inside me without relenting and his rough hands grab and knead my flesh. I don’t even try to flee anymore, letting him ride me brutally.
“Fuck, Lu, I’m gonna come. Come with me. Touch your clit.”
Toma releases my hair and grabs my hips. I fall down on my elbows and use the leverage to touch myself. My fingers glide around where we’re joined and I moan. I want to see it. Next time, I want to see him fuck me within an inch of my life in a mirror.
“You make me feel so good, Toma,” I tell him and he moans, low and visceral. I smile at the knowledge that he likes the praise and keep showering him with it.
His cock swells inside me just as I clamp down on it, and he lets out a guttural moan as spurts of cum flood me. I cry out my orgasm, barely holding myself up, legs trembling and chest heaving.
When the waves recede, Toma lifts me up in his arms, making me sit on his thick thighs. His cock slips out but hereplaces it with three fingers, keeping his cum inside me. His arm bands across my chest while the heel of his palm circles my clit, his fingers seated and pressing against my inner walls.
“Give me one more,ružica moja.”
“I’m too sensitive.”
I groan when he doesn’t let go. And let myself obey his soft order. My second orgasm is deep, spreading from my pussy to my lower abdomen. I throw my head back against the crook of his neck. Toma laps at my pulse point, sucking to leave a mark. My climax slowly ebbs away and leaves me boneless.
When we’re breathing normally again, he helps me up and kisses me fiercely. His lips claim mine and pour something I don’t want to name yet straight into my veins. He devours me, and I let him. My monster has come to claim me and it’s futile to resist him.
I shiver. Toma freezes. He bends down to retrieve the jacket he laid on the forest floor for me and puts it on my shoulders, on the dry side, before carrying me bridal style back into the mansion.
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TWENTY-ONE
TOMA
Ishouldn’t have listened to Lucie. Running naked through the woods in October was a very bad idea. Now, my girl is sick, in bed with a fever and a bad cough and I’m a shit nursemaid.
“This is overkill,” she grumbles as I put the bowl of chicken soup in front of her. Even in her fuzzy pyjamas, with glassy eyes and a runny nose, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
