“I think you forfeited that treatment when you betrayedme, didn’t you? Little liars don’t get their pussies licked until they scream.”
Leks brushes his knuckles over my clit. I’ll take whatever he has to give me. No matter how much it hurts.
“Such a shame not to taste this pretty cunt. Although it seems your slutty pussy has done well enough with only a knife for foreplay. You’re soaked, Natalia. A soaked little slut who’s desperate for the cock of the man who’s left her tied up here all afternoon.”
I should be scared. I should feel helpless. Yet the more control Leks takes from me, the more I need him inside me.
“Do you understand what you’re asking for, Natalia? You want me to fuck you, right here, with no control over the situation?”
I nod my head.
I watch hungrily as Leks pulls off his pants and wraps his hand around his cock. He smirks darkly when he sees how my eyes widen at his body.
“I’ve turned you into a cock-hungry whore, haven’t I? You’ll never be able to get enough of me, Natalia. I was your first, and I’m going to be your only. Even if we’re not married anymore, you’ll be my slut forever.”
I let out a strangled sob at that. Leks feels just as good as he normally does, but everything is wrong.
“It’s sad, isn’t it?” He cups my cheek gently, brushing his thumb across my face, before his face turns back to darkness. “I can’t stay with a traitor, Natalia. Your vows are worth nothing to me if your actionsprovethat you are a liar.”
If he would just let me explain… I try to mumble a protest but I’m so aroused that I can barely hold a coherent thought together, let alone argue through a gag.
Leks rubs his cock over my clit, then notches himself at my entrance.
My protests fade away. All I want is him, inside me. Everything else can be sorted out later. Right now, we have to talk to each other in the best way we have — with our bodies. With our mutual longing, that edge of almost desperation that is present whenever we’re together.
“This is all you are to me now. Not my wife. Not even my lover. Just a set of holes that I can use whenever I want.”
If that’s all Leks wants from me… I don’t think I have it in me to resist him.
I would be his chained-up whore if it meant he would touch me, if it meant he would act like he did when he loved me for even one second.
There’s no slow beginning.
There’s only fervent, raw need as Leks grips my hips and forces his cock inside me with a hissing groan.
I want to pull him closer. I want to kiss him. I want to wrap my legs around him, rake my fingernails down his flexing back muscles, feel the ripples of his abs as he thrusts into me.
Instead, I clench my hands into fists in an attempt to absorb the intensity of the sensation.
“Fuck, Natalia. That cunt…” He loses himself. I lose myself beneath him as he fucks me like I mean nothing to him. “I might be able to divorce you, but I’ll never be able to go without this.”
Another tear spills from my eye.
“What did you expect?” He growls, his voice growing rough and strained as he pounds me.
“Did you think I could love you after what you’ve done? I can’t, Natalia, but I can fuck you. I can fuck you just the way that slutty little pussy wants.”
He brings his thumb to press at my clit.
“Whose is this?”
“Yours,” I try to say through the panties gagging me.
“Whose are these?“
He squeezes my breasts roughly.
“Yours,” I make another attempt to speak through the gag.
