“And you’re dripping for this bastard, aren’t you?” My hand dives under the slit of her dress, clawing up her thigh—soft, trembling, slick with sweat—and I graze her panties, damp lace clinging. She jolts, a whimper husking out.
She twists, jerking against me, and my cock throbs harder—painful, begging.
“I said, let go!” Her breath’s quick, shallow, her body humming with that mix of dread and desire. She’s cracking, and I’m gonna split her wide.
“No. The rules are simple, my dear—I am the rule.” My thumb jams her lips, forcing them apart, and she’s panting, tits heaving.
“Strip. Off. Now.”
She glares, defiance flickering, but her hands move—shaky, clawing the buttons. The dress peels away, sliding down, and—Christ—she’s in black lace, tits spilling over the bra, nipples stabbing through like they’re daring me to bite. It hits the floor, and my cock jerks, a searing surge up my spine.
“Now, take off those panties.”
“N… No.” She bites her lower lip, trying to hold back tears.
I grab her wrists, yanking them above her head, my thigh wedging between hers—her heat seeps through my pants, scalding me.
“You don’t tell me no, Isabella.”
My free hand rips her panties down—wet, sticking—and I shove three fingers into her, circling her clit, rough and slow. It’s swollen, slick, pulsing under my thumb, and she’s dripping down my wrist, a sticky flood.
“Fuuuck.” Her hips buck, grinding into my hand. “I hate you,” she chokes out, voice breaking.
“Liar.” I spin her, bending her over the bed, ass up—round, pale, begging—and slap it—hard. The crack echoes, her yelpslicing through me, and I thrust two fingers inside her, pumping—wet, tight, gushing. My dick’s a steel beam, throbbing with every slick sound.
“Beg for my cock.”
“No.”
“No?” I smirk.
She tries to hold out, but I won’t have it. I slap her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red welt on her smooth skin. She gasps but still refuses. I thrust my fingers into her again, rough and deep, then pull them out, landing another sharp slap on her ass. The sound echoes, and she cries out, her body trembling. I repeat the punishment, slapping her ass until it’s red and raw, thrusting my fingers into her wet pussy each time until she finally breaks.
“Please,” she sobs, spreading wider—thighs quaking, pussy glistening. “Konstantin—please.”
I unfasten my pants and release my cock; it’s already thick, heavy, leaking a bead of precum as I rub it against her clit, slow, teasing. She whimpers, hips jerking, and my balls tighten, a hot surge I choke back.
“What do you want? Say it.”
“I want… I want you to fuck me,” she gasps, voice raw, and I could thrust in—deep, brutal, claim her ‘til she screams—but I don’t. Not yet. I want more. I want her shattered.
“Good girl,” I growl, stepping back. “But first, you got to earn it first. Touch yourself—exactly like that night you broke in. On my bed, fucking your fingers, dreaming of me.”
Her eyes widen, a flush exploding down her chest—excitement sparking, no dread—and her hand slides down, fingers brushing her clit, swollen and slick, then circling, slow, deliberate.
“I—” she starts, but I cut her off.
“You wanted me,” I rasp, voice thick with the memory—her sprawled on my sheets, legs splayed, moaning to my portraitlike a desperate little thief. “What did you imagine, Isabella? Tell me.” My cock throbs, a relentless pulse, and I stroke it once—slow, fighting the urge to ram into her.
She moans, fingers plunging deeper—two, then three—her pussy sucking them in, wet, sloppy sounds filling the room—her shoulders relaxing, anticipation turning to need.
“You—fucking me,” she pants, hips bucking, eyes locked on mine. “Hard—pinning me down, splitting me open.”
“Keep going,” I snarl, voice gravel-rough, stepping closer, looming over her. “Did you want me to punish you? Slap that ass raw, tie you up, make you scream?”
My dick’s screaming too, balls tight as I watch her—juices slicking her thighs, her fingers pumping faster. I lock my eyes on her—my own hand moves with desperate need, gripping and stroking my cock in a fervor that matches hers.
“Yes,” she moans, thighs trembling, spreading wider—excitement driving her voice, her hand. Her eyes slide down to my cock, eyes wide when she sees the size of it.
