“Don’t you dare move without permission.” I can smell his arousal so close, but I don’t expect his cock resting on my shoulder. It’s hard now, purple, with a beautiful curve, and I itch to taste it.
“Sorry,” I say, biting back a smile while my heart beats like mad. I glance in the mirror again, turned on by the size difference between us. I’m still self-conscious about it at times, but he told me to enjoy it, and it was a revelation. From guilty pleasure to something I’m allowing myself. I like it, he likes it, so why should I feel inadequate?
“Good.”
I melt into him when he slides one of those big, warm hands under my jaw, keeping it in place as he rubs that pulsing dick up and down my cheek.
“I’m happy you understood your place,” Sevastyan whispers, gasping when I turn my head and lick the tip of his dick. His pre-cum is addictive, and while I couldn’t call its flavor pleasant, its salty aroma makes my stomach flip with excitement. The cock pops into my mouth, pulling at one cheek before sliding back out with a loud smack.
I can hardly remember how I got into this position in the first place, because I can only focus on this moment, on how my body is available to him, how in charge he is. As soon as his cock is out of my mouth, I try to follow it with a needy whine I don’t recognize as my own. He holds my jaw in place, not allowing me to move.
Something is realigning between us right now. A new understanding, and I’m eating it up by the spoonful.
Sevastyan cocks his head, and I swallow words of adoration when I watch his chest and face blossom with a dark flush. “When you imagined this, how was it? Slow and gentle?” he asks, tracing my lips with his slick cockhead.
I give it a needy lick but stay put. “Slow first. Then hard and rough. Pushy as fuck.” Seems arousal is loosening mytongue, and I pray to all that is unholy in gratitude for that.
Sevastyan likes that, I can tell. And as his eyes darken, so does the desire deep inside me. “I suppose you do need to be put in your place. You should count yourself lucky even speaking to me,” he rasps, and I gasp when he places his foot on my back, pressing down until my cheekbone is once again flat against the floor.
Any normal person would probably want a nice soft bed and cuddles for their first time, but I’m exactly where I want to be. On my knees and talked down to.
My brain is boiling in my skull as I reach for my cock. “I do. You can take what you need from me.”
“I can, but it’s good to know we’re on the same page.” I still when Sevastyan nudges my hand away from my crotch with his foot, to press his toes to my cock almost too hard. “This isn’t for your pleasure. I don’t want you adding to the mess you already made.”
I reluctantly put my hand back on the floor. This is torment, but it only makes me imagine how I will come when he’s inside me. I hope it doesn’t hurt. He did say he has lots of experience. I swallow my nerves in a big gulp.
With one eye, I sneak a glance at the mirror to take in my pigment-stained body, my position with my ass up in submissive offering. He’s like a giant next to me. It’s so hot.Ilook hot.
“Don’t move,” Sevastyan warns, and I wouldn’t even dream of disobeying. Today, I made my choice when I didn’t alert the stranger about my situation. Sevastyan might be a recluse, and a killer, but I belong to him now, and whether he lets me live or die is entirely up to him.
That’s the fantasy at least, because I very much want to stay alive.
My body remains still, as Sevastyan demanded, but my gaze follows him to the other side of the studio. He’sfacing the huge windows now, his silhouette a stark perfection on the background of the sea, but he returns to me the moment he finds whatever he’s been looking for.
“Does it excite you when I’m mean?” he asks, settling behind me and, fuck, just seeing him kneel in the perfect position to take me has my cheeks burning.
I lick my dry lips, and it’s almost as if I can taste the blue. It will now forever taste like arousal to me. “A… a little?” Under-fucking-statement. I was so hard today when he called me ‘piggy’.
What does that say about me?
“Let me test that,” Sevastyan says, rising, and I tremble when his foot presses my face to the floor, but not firmly enough to hurt. This is symbolic violence, and I spread my legs wider, ready for whatever he intends to unleash. Oil drizzles between my ass cheeks, and then two fingers rub it in, teasing my crack in a gliding motion.
Oh, God. It’s like a bolt of lust straight to my dick and I mewl under his foot, only arching my ass up higher. Dignity? I don’t know her. I want to feel him inside me so badly I’m about to beg, and one glance at his thick, stiff cock makes my asshole clench.
Ineedhim.
I need him in a way I’ve never needed any man. And for once... I don’t think I’m truly in danger. Maybe he’ll hurt me in the future. But not today, not when he sinks into me and then fucks me into the tiles as I watch us in the mirror.
I hope he can go twice.
I hope he doesn’t get tired of my body after this first time. That he desires me again and again.
My thoughts melt into nothingness when a finger sinks into me. It must be the earlier rimming and my arousal making me relaxed, because he slides it in without issue.Just knowing a part of him is in me has me turning my head ever-so-slightly so I can kiss his foot.
I can’t help it, I rock my ass against his hand, and he laughs, gently pulling at the rim of my hole with another finger. “Someone’s eager to satisfy me.”
The sensation of being penetrated feels odd, yet at the same time each movent has me shaking with need, because now that I’ve shed my fear, nothing’s going to stop me from experiencing how this feels. Being filled. Fucked. Used.
