My fingers find my slick, oversensitive clit immediately, rubbing in small, tight circles as Ilya rocks his hips forward again and again, fucking my mouth in a slow rhythm as I feel him throb against my tongue. I can feel another orgasm building when he thrusts into my throat a final time, holding himself there as my muscles spasm around his cock, and then pulls himself free, moving back to kneel between my thighs.
With one swift movement, he jerks my jeans the rest of the way off, tossing them aside before hooking two fingers under the edge of my panties and pulling them all the way to one side.
“I’m going to fuck your ass like this, Mara,” he growls, tugging me forward so that my knees are bracketing his hips, “so I can see your pretty face and watch you finger your clit while I take you. I want to see how much it hurts when I open you up, and I want to see how good it feels when you make yourself come while I have my cock buried in your tight little asshole. I want to watch you while you come for me, Mara.”
I moan helplessly as he pushes my hand aside, nudging his wet cock between the folds of my pussy and rubbing his cockhead through the cum dripping from me, all the way up to my throbbing clit. He pushes the tip against it, smearing my clit with his cum as he rubs it, and my back arches, fingers scrabbling against the concrete as I cry out.
“I could make you come like this,” he growls. “Or I could let you use my cock like a toy, rub yourself with it until you come against my cockhead. I’m going to do all of that with you,kotenok. There’s a whole world of pleasure waiting for you, now that you’re mine.”
He drags his cock through the mess of his arousal and mine, slicking his length with it, and then I feel him dragging it down lower, down to the tight hole that I’ve never played with or allowed anyone else to touch.
“Mine,” he growls, his gaze dark and intent on mine as he presses his blunt tip to the tight ring of muscle. “Only ever mine, Mara.” His eyes drop to my swollen, abused pussy. “Touch your clit,kotenok. And don’t stop until you come.”
And then he pushes.
Hot pain lances through me as my fingers roll over my clit and he slides the tip of his cock into my ass, the resistance almost too much, his swollen tip far too big. I scream when he breaches me fully, the tip popping inside as I frantically rub myself in search of pleasure to balance it. And it works.
Oh god, it fucking works.
Pleasure burns through me along with the pain as he pushes himself into my ass inch by inch, his jaw tight, his rippling abdomen flexing with the effort as he groans aloud.
“Oh god, your ass is so fucking tight around my cock.Fuck, kotenok, I won’t last long…” He tips his head back as he sinks deeper, ragged moans of pleasure spilling from his lips. “Christ, Mara, every fucking hole is the best I’ve ever fucking had.”
An answering moan tears from my lips at that, my back arching as I rub my clit faster, the feeling of him filling my ass morphing into a strange pleasure as I adjust to it. “I need more,” I whisper, my eyes teary with pleasure, and Ilya’s face darkens.
“More?” A feral smile crawls across his lips, and he reaches down, hooking two fingers into my pussy as he sinks into my ass to the hilt. “My greedy girl. So fucking perfect. I can’t wait to see you come again.”
And then, as he starts to drag his cock out and then slams it back in, he keeps his fingers hooked in me, fucking me in both holes as I frantically rub my clit.
The pleasure is excruciating. It’s beyond imagining. I feel so full, so thoroughly fucked, and moans spill from my mouth, punctuated only by his name as he fucks me, slowly at first, and then harder. He slams into my ass as he fingers me, cursing in Russian, his eyes dark and his muscles flexed as he holds back, waiting for me, waiting for…
“Fuck, Ilya, I’m fucking… I’m coming…oh my fucking god!”I scream his name as the orgasm rips through me, my ass clenching around his thrusting shaft as my pussy grips his fingers, my clit throbbing under mine, and I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams. I hear a burst of Russian spill from his mouth, followed by my name, and then he’s coming in my ass, the heat filling me, and my orgasm won’t fuckingstop, another set of spasms triggered by the filthy, humiliating realization that Ilya has fucked me in every hole.
I’ve never been so thoroughly taken, so completely claimed, and I know I’m his.
He leans forward as I shudder and grip him, pulling his fingers free of my clenching pussy, and he pushes them into my mouth as his lips find my neck, biting my throat as his cock pulses inside of me. “Mine,” he snarls again, against my skin,and then he rises up, leaving a mark that I can feel on my throat as he looks down at me, still buried inside of me.
I’m covered in sweat and cum, filled with it, tasting it, and I nod mutely.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and I feel him throb inside of me again.
He slides out of my ass, slowly, tucking himself away and zipping up before tugging my panties back in place. He cups my pussy for a moment, his fingers pressing against the holes he’s filled, and then he reaches for my jeans, dressing me with a tenderness that brings tears to my eyes. I’m exhausted, wholly used, and I’m startled when instead of pulling me to my feet, Ilya lifts me into his arms.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, lowering his head to press a kiss to my forehead. “Let’s go home.”
He walks out of the warehouse, cradling me against his chest, and all I can think is that if I don’t find some way to free both myself and him of this addiction, I’ll spend the rest of my life like this.
A willing prisoner, begging for another high.
25
MARA
The warehouse disappears behind us as we drive back toward the city, back toward the penthouse and whatever comes next. And I sit in the passenger seat, my body still throbbing with the aftermath of what we shared.
I look over at him, at his profile in the dim light of the car, and I see the satisfaction there. The certainty. The knowledge that he's won.
I could let him win. I could stop fighting.
