I'm touching myself in an abandoned warehouse with a man who's been stalking me for months, a man who just held a gunto my head, a man who claims he owns me now. It should be terrifying. It should be traumatic.
But it's not.
It's the most intense thing I've ever felt.
My fingers move in circles, building the pleasure, the heat burning in my veins. And all the while, Ilya watches me with those dark, intense eyes, like I'm the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.
"You're beautiful," he growls, his voice rough. "So fucking beautiful. I've imagined this so many times, but the reality is better than anything I could have dreamed."
His words send a spike of arousal through me, making my fingers move faster. I'm close already, wound so tight from fear and adrenaline and the sheer intensity of the situation that it won't take much to push me over the edge.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he demands. "I want to hear it,kotenok. Tell me.”
"I'm thinking—" I gasp as my fingers hit the right spot, "—I'm thinking that I should hate you. That I should be disgusted by this. But I'm not. I'm—oh God?—"
“What?” His voice is a growl, rumbling through the air. “What are you, Mara? What do you feel?”
"I'm aroused." The admission comes out on a low, keening moan. "I'm so aroused I can barely stand it. I want—I need?—"
His jaw tightens. "What do you need?"
"You." The word is a sob. "I need you. Please, Ilya, I need?—"
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, my back arching off of the concrete as it whips through me, my thighs splaying open and my arousal dripping onto the floor beneath me as I come harder than I think I ever have in my life. I can feel myself pulsing, clenching, needing to be filled, to be fucked…
There’s a rough sound of metal meeting concrete as Ilya tosses the gun aside, and then he’s on top of me, pushing myhand away as he yanks down his zipper and frees his cock with one swift movement.
His hips tilt forward as he thrusts all the way inside of me in one hard stroke, slamming himself against me, and despite how wet I am, it’s still a stretch. My back arches as I let out a yowl of pain and arousal, my legs trapped in my tangled jeans as he presses me down against the floor, his hand knotting in my hair as he pounds himself into me. It’s fast and hard and fierce, his cock slamming into me as if he wants to leave an imprint of himself there, his mouth on mine in a punishing kiss.
I’m being claimed. Taken. Ravaged. There’s no escaping the relentless devouring of his mouth, the slam of his cock into my body again and again as he groans against my lips, and I don’t want to. I want him to take me, dissolve me, make me his.
But if I’m going to belong to him, I’ll have to find a way to make him mine, too.
The thought slides through my mind in the instant before Ilya tilts his hips, angling himself so that his pelvis grinds against my clit on every downstroke, and all rational thought flees my head. “You’re mine,” he snarls against my mouth, into my ear, his hips keeping up their relentless thrusting. “Come on my fucking cock,kotenok. Come for me, Mara. I want my cock dripping when I take every single one of your fucking holes.”
I scream as another orgasm tears through me, pleasure like I’ve never experienced in my life rippling through my body in response to his filthy mouth, to the Russian curses he growls in my ear as I start to clench around him. His mouth tears from mine, drops to my throat as he thrusts all the way into me, sucking hard at the flesh as I feel him swell and throb, the hot rush of his cum spurting into me as he moans my name against my neck.
For a moment, I think it’s over. That we’ll… I don’t even know what we’ll do now, where we go from here. But then he slidesout of me, and I can feel that he’s still rock-hard, that for what we’re doing here, one fuck won’t be enough for this man who is obsessed with me beyond all reason.
His hand grips my hair as he rises, straddling my chest as he angles his thick, hard, slick cock down toward my mouth, still leaking droplets of cum. “Lick it,” he orders, his hand cupping the back of my head as he lifts it towards him. “Clean yourself off of me,kotenok,and my cum, too. Lick me like a kitten, and when I’m slick from your mouth again, I’ll take your ass.”
Fear jolts through me at that, and I jerk back, but I can’t get far with his grip on my head. “Wait… no… I’ve never…”
Ilya grins, feral and possessive, as he strokes his cock with his other hand and presses it against my full lower lip, glazing it with the remains of his cum. “Good,” he rasps, his icy eyes bright with delight. “Then that hole will be mine and only mine,kotenok. Now lick me clean.”
There’s no use in fighting. I don’twantto fight. I’m so horribly aroused that all I want is to come again. Pinned on the warehouse floor, his cock dragging across my mouth as I taste my arousal and his on my lips, my pussy dripping his cum and aching for more, I’ve never felt more filthy and degraded… and I’ve never been more turned on.
I look up at him, eyes wide as I start to lick, swirling my tongue around his cockhead until I’ve lapped up every drop of his cum still dripping from his tip, and cleaned my arousal from him. He angles his shaft across my lips, moving his cock and stroking himself lazily as I lick him, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he tilts his head back.
“I’ll never get tired of your mouth,kotenok,” he groans. “Such a sweet, perfect, filthy mouth. I could let you lick me for hours before I chose which hole to come in. Maybe tonight I’ll put you on your knees while I work, let you lick me until I’m ready to give you my cum.”
His eyes glitter as a moan escapes me, my pussy clenching on nothing at the thought. “You like that, don’t you, filthy girl? You want to be owned, claimed, used. You want to be my little fuck toy, pampered and spoiled and kept full of my cum.”
A whimper escapes my lips, and he groans, pushing his cockhead against my lips. “Open up, sweetkotenok. Take my cock and suck it until I’m ready to fuck your ass.”
I part my lips as he invades my mouth, stretching them around him. I can still taste myself on him as he slides his cock over my tongue, pushing it into the back of my throat as I choke on his length, arching my neck to take him as he rocks his hips forward.
“Fuck,” Ilya groans, thrusting shallowly between my lips. “Fuck, that’s so good. Touch yourself,kotenok. Rub your clit while I fuck your face.”
