Page 37 of Bought By Sin

MILA

Icame so hard that I almost passed out. Feeling Lev so deep inside me, making me so full and stretched, was an experience I had given up on ever having. I never imagined having an orgasm. Stuck in this existence of contracted servitude, I never thought I’d be in the position to allow myself the vulnerability to embrace something so profound as that.

As I lay here under the bulk of his hot weight on top of me, the cushion of the sparring mat at my back, I caught my breath and slowly came back down from the high. The elation. That soulful goodness of such an intense relief.

He had asked me what I wanted then set about tricking me into thinking that it mattered. All so he could fuck me senseless.

On the heels of that bitterness that swept back as rational thought returned to me, I struggled to accept that version of reality.

He had fucked me senseless. He had made me feel like I mattered with the grip of his hand on mine and the utter heat and passion in his eyes as he watched me writhe beneath him and take his dick.

But I couldn’t be sure whether it was a trick or not.

The only other time a man had been in me was so long ago that it felt like a distant nightmare. I recalled how that man had pulled out and left me in the barren desert landscape, though. Just walked away and left me there with blood and cum dripping out of my body, an ache and terror ripping up my heart.

The only devastation I felt now was the pressure of Lev’s cock inside me, stretching me, but not to the point of discomfort. The only raw ache I could sense here was the friction of his beard against my face from kissing me so hungrily.

This wasn’t the same.

Lev wasn’t that nasty man five times my age who’d raped me under the desert sky, the sun burning so hot and fiercely like it too was judging me for being a filthy girl, used and discarded and never the same again.

“Fuck.” Lev moaned as he leaned up to face me. “I doubt you’re going to tell me that you want me to crush you and not let you breathe.”

Before I could find a reply, he snaked his arm around me and did the opposite. He pulled me to him as he lowered and kissed me. Once. Hard and hot, but not with that same race to come.

Then he slipped out of me and got up.

Don’t panic.

This isn’t the same.

This isn’t…

I wasn’t sure what this was. Maybe Lev wanted to use me as his personal sex slave, like that old man had when I was first sold to the Cartel?

When I tried to sit up, Lev extended his hand to me. He had yet to pull up his shorts. His dick stood erect, so long and thick and shiny from our juices. Unashamed to let me look, unhurried since no one else was here, he waited for me to take his hand.

He furrowed his brow as I hesitated to get up. “If you’re getting it in your head to try to pull me back down to the mat and pin me, I’ll make more of a mess.”

I shook my head, taking his hand. “I have no idea what’s going on in my head.”

I was so stupid to cave like that.

I was shocked that it could even feel like that.

I was horrified with how lost and clueless I was now.

Feeling horrified to be this naked and with his cum dripping down the insides of my thighs, I scanned for where I could go. Where the bathroom was, because nothing looked familiar. Nothing felt familiar. Like I’d been transplanted into a new person, one who’d gone from hell to heaven, I was dazed and confused. As I reached down to pull my shorts and panties back up from where they were tangled on one ankle, he used one hand to tug his T-shirt off. He wiped his dick with it, but then he handed it to me. “Hold on. Clean up first. The best you can, at least. I don’t think you want to shower here.”

I numbly took his shirt but dropped it, so bewildered. He tucked himself back into his shorts and picked it up. “Easy, Mila. I see the panic in your eyes.”

“Is that what it is?” I asked as he stepped closer and gently wiped the dry part of his shirt between my legs. I shook on my knees as he touched what was so sensitive from his brutal pounding that felt like magic.

“Panic, regret? I don’t know.” He paused, his fingers on my side. “Fuck…”

I swallowed hard and balanced myself with a hand on his chest. What? What now? What did I do? What do I do?

“This belongs in here,” he whispered. His head hung down, almost like he wanted to kiss me as he shoved his finger into my body, like he wanted to push his cum back into it.