I swallowed, and something tightened in my stomach.
Fear or curiosity. I couldn’t tell.
“Okay, do it,” I answered, either way. “Have this rough conversation with me.”
His expression nearly collapsed with gratitude, and for a moment, my heart lit up because I’d actually managed to ease his pain and make him happy.
But then he said, “If I am upsetting you too terribly, you cannot run,zayka. You must stay and give me more chances to make it up to you after you say ‘suitcase.’ This is my most important condition. Do you agree?”
The maybe fear, maybe curiosity, lumped in my throat, but I swallowed it down to say, “Okay.”
“Okay,” Yom repeated, regarding me with solemn gray eyes.
He let out a breath.
Then he rose without warning and flipped me over onto my stomach.
“Our rough conversation will begin now,” he declared above me.
Lydia
Yom suddenly came downon top of me, flattening me to the bed with his lean yet surprisingly heavy weight. His length pressed against me like a steel beam, hard and unyielding, lodged at my core. A primal part of my mind lit up, sensing the imminent invasion, and I squirmed instinctively beneath him, my breath quickening into shallow bursts as I struggled to break free.
But Yom didn’t move. Didn’t penetrate me.
Just held me down underneath him—waiting patiently for something I didn’t understand.
Until I stopped struggling. Fighting was futile, I realized, panting. His strength surrounded me, absolute and impenetrable. Slowly, my body yielded underneath him, giving up on trying to get away.
The second I went limp, he rose, lifting his weight as though I’d unlocked some hidden command. Air rushed back into my lungs, and I heaved, trying to catch my breath.
Before I could process the sudden relief of being freed, though, his hands clamped around my waist, and with one swift, possessive pull, he yanked my hips back, positioning me on my knees.
Okay, okay…I breathed, struggling to calm my erratic heartbeat.This is okay.Hands and knees… doggy-style was a position I’d both heard of and seen before—courtesy of a perhaps unhealthy obsession with hentai back in the day when the boys at my posh private school wouldn’t so much as glance my way.
I tried to rise to my hands, but Yom’s rough palm caught the back of my neck, squeezing tight as he forced me down again. My cheek was pushed into a pillow, the tops of my breasts pinned against the rumpled sheet, while my ass stayed tipped high, exposed and vulnerable.
I felt his dick against one of my butt cheeks, dripping from the tip and pulsing menacingly as he kept me locked in this completely vulnerable position.
It seemed larger than before, as if he’d swelled. Was this turning him on? Making him even harder?
A shiver ran through my entire body. I squirmed beneath him, the line between fear and anticipation blurring in my mind.
But once again, he didn’t penetrate me. He simply held me down, his hand firm on the back of my neck, his silence like a heavy weight pressing over me, grounding me.
Gradually, my heart’s frantic rhythm slowed, and a strange resignation washed over me—a blend of defeat, acceptance, and something that almost felt like relief.Surrender, some forgotten labeling resource whispered through my head.
Only after I surrendered did he shift behind me. From the limited sightline of my prone position, I saw his leg rise, setting one foot on the bed at a calculated angle as he notched himself at my entrance.
Without a word, he drove into me, impaling me with one violent thrust.
“Yom!”
A startled groan escaped me when he filled me completely, stretching me so tight that I could feel every inch of him inside me, every vein in his long shaft. His heavy balls pressed against my back entrance as he settled in there. As if he’d staked his claim on my pussy. As if he owned it, the same as the lake house.
“What are you…?” I moaned, disoriented, overwhelmed, and struggling with the flood of sensations colliding inside me.
He didn’t respond, but I must have moved without consciously meaning to do so. He tensed behind me, his grip tightening around my neck as he pressed my face deeper into the pillow.
