A sharp, gasping cry was torn from my throat. A jolt of white-hot fire shot through me, a sudden, overwhelming wave of pleasure that was almost shockingly painful in its intensity.
I cried out and gasped for air, my body arching, my hands clenching the quilt.
Just as the pleasure started to crest, building into another orgasm, he let go.
The pure ecstasy finally reached a crescendo, leaving me panting, aching, and bereft. My clit throbbed, a desperate, needy pulse that was a cruel counterpoint to the throbbing in my ass.
“Andrei!” I shrieked in a desperate, frustrated sob. “Please!”
“Please what?” he asked, clearly amused.
“Please… let me come.”
“Maybe,” he purred, and then he pinched my clit again, harder this time, and my whole body bowed as a scream tore from my throat.
He kept doing it. Again, and again. Building me to the brink of orgasm, only to deny me the release I so desperately craved. Each denial was a new form of torture, a fresh wave of humiliation that made my pussy clench and my body tremble with a desperate, hungry need.
I tried to push my hand beneath me, to rub myself to orgasm, but he grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed.
Then, in a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the hilt inside my burning asshole. I felt the hot, thick pulse of his release, a deep, satisfying throb that filled me completely.
My body, denied its own release, trembled with frustration.
He pulled out of meslowly, leaving me feeling empty and aching. A trickle of his release slid down my thigh, a sticky, humiliating reminder of what he had just done to me.
He stood up, and I could hear the rustle of him pulling up his pants, the clink of his belt buckle. The casual, everyday sounds were a jarring counterpoint to the feral intensity of what had just happened between us.
I lay there, my face buried in the quilt, my body trembling, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I was humiliated. I was angry. I was turned on beyond belief.
He stood over me, his shadow tall and imposing in the dimly lit room.
“Now that your ass is nice and sore,” he drawled, “you’re going to takethis serious, little slut.”
I pushed myself up onto my elbows, my body protesting with every move. I glared at him over my shoulder, my eyes narrowed, my jaw clenched.
“Next time,” I said in a dangerous purr of my own, “I’ll just let you come in your pants, asshole.”
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second, a flicker of surprise in their depths. Then a smile spread across his face. It wasn’t a happy smile. It was a predator’s smile. One that promised retribution.
“Is that a threat?” he asked.
“It’s a promise,” I shot back.
“You keep making promises you can’t keep, Katerina,” he replied with a chuckle.
“I keep every promise I make,” I snarled back. “Just ask your brother.”
And with a sudden surge of energy, I flipped myself over onto my back, my legs splayed open wide in a shameless invitation.
And I started to touch myself.
I didn’t wait for his permission. I didn’t wait for his command. I slid my hand down my stomach, my fingers finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive from his rough treatment. I started to circle itin a coaxingrhythm that was designed to drive him crazy.
I was going to come right in front of him, and it was going to be just for me.
His eyes darkened, a hot, hungry fire burning in their depths. He watched me, his jaw tight, his hands flexing at his sides.He knew thatI was pushing him, testing the limits of his control, and he was loving every second of it.
“Go on,” he challenged. “Show me how you do it.Show me how you come with a welted, well-fucked little ass.”
