I took advantage and lined myself up, pressing the wet head against that puckered hole.
My bonus round.
Chapter 73
Iskra
He was a monster. A sick, depraved—
“No. I really need to go,” I gasped, suddenly regretting every cup of tea I’d had that morning.
“I know you do,” he crooned, rubbing my thighs with the unhurried patience of a man entirely unbothered by my predicament.
My muscles were beginning to ache from being pinned to the table.
“But I’m not stopping,” he said, pressing deeper.
The problem was that holding my bladder meant clenching every muscle in my lower body simultaneously. Which was not helping anyone. I winced as he forced the head of his cock inside.
“That hurts,” I hissed, glaring at him.
“You know what to do then,” he said, with a shrug.
“Your trousers,” I said, desperate to make him see sense.
“I have spare clothes down here.” He glanced toward the corner without breaking his rhythm.“Sergei could get messy too.”
The words registered somewhere. The horror grew because he said it so casually—the spare clothes, the drain, the whole arrangement—as though he had planned for every contingency. Which he had. Of course he had.
I clenched my jaw.
I was not going to piss myself.
The sudden stab of pain followed as he pushed deeper—radiating outward, blooming everywhere until I couldn’t locate a single point of origin.
“Vadim,” I implored, my voice dropping.
“You know this works for me,” he said.“It makes you so much tighter. It feels as though you’re trying to strangle my cock with your asshole.”
“I’m going to fucking—” I began, and then remembered. All of it. Every single thing he held over my head.
“What are you going to do to me,dorogaya?” he murmured, gripping my thighs.
The word stopped me cold.
Dorogaya. His beloved.
I had never heard him use it before. The shock of it was enough—I let my guard down for exactly one second and he thrust hard, embedding himself fully, and I felt the hot stream run down between my legs before I managed to clench again.
“Damn,” he breathed, eyes dropping to my pussy.“That’s hot. Do it again. Soak my dick.”
This was wrong. Depraved. Vile.
He pulled back and before I could register any relief he slammed forward—using his cock like a battering ram, hard enough to force me open, to make holding on impossible.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned.“Let it all out.”
I was still shaking my head when he began to move in earnest. I closed my eyes and let go. The sound of him, the feel of his trousers against my skin, the heat of it—I relieved myself. Thoroughly.
