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"You can and you will, you're already taking me so well already, malenkaya. Just a little more, I know you can do it." His strong voice turned softer towards the end as he moved one of his hands up to cup my face and stroke my cheek lovingly. "Relax, little tigress, relax."
Running a hand along my leg, he slowly moved it around his waist. "Wrap your legs around me, baby, and move when you are ready." It was sweet that he gave me control, kind of.
His hands were loosely around my waist, with his thumbs drawing lazy circles on my skin. If I moved to pull away too much, then he steeled his grip to keep me rooted. He wouldn't let me pull away completely for a reprieve, unfortunately.
It took me longer than I'd like, but I adjusted enough to where there was more pleasure than pain. Slowly, I locked my ankles behind him and started to grind myself against him to get more pleasure from our position. It was only until my breaths drew out longer and longer with my moans that Stepan took back over.
I'd thought he'd start slow, ease us both into the motions. But no, he dug his fingers into me, pressed me down into the bed, and started to wildly buck his hips, filling the room with the sounds of our bodies colliding with each other.
Stepan showed me no mercy as he began to give me longer, deeper, and harder strokes that jerked my body with each thrust. "Oh God." I whimpered with a sobbing moan as I orgasmed.
The high of my bliss was cut short due to my senses hitting a wall because of Stepan's hand around my neck. "There's no God here, so try that again, malenkaya." He choked me harder as his pace became more punishing, slamming into me harder to where I was sure he'd bruise me.
"Fucking try that again, Hanna. Who am I? Hm? Who am I to you?" Fuck, I will have bruises from him fucking me so brutally. "If you don't answer then you're not allowed to come."
Cheeky bastard then proceeded to roll his hips into me, making his delicious dick hit my sweet spots that had stars filling my vision. My body shook in response to the new onslaught of intense, mind-numbing pleasure, and my throat scratched with my pitched moans and sobs.
It only took a few thrusts for him to push me right to the edge of the cliff again, this time dangling me off of it by a foot. I could come if I really wanted to, but my body refused to cooperate. My body clung to his unspoken threat of punishment and held my orgasm back.
Just fucking great; even my own body betrayed me by obeying him mindlessly.
Shuddering, I pushed away the wave of aching pain from my heart again before giving in to him. "My Daddy, you're my Daddy." And I wanted it that way beyond tonight, but he'll probably forget it all after getting his fill tonight.
Yesterday's trash, that's what I'll be after tonight to him.
Groaning deeply, Stepan released my neck and slammed his hand next to my head as his body hunched forward. The taste of his lips invaded my mouth the moment he pressed them against mine in a deep kiss, making me swallow his groan as he reached his release.
My scream of ecstasy became muddled and lost with his groans as my own orgasm violently ravaged my body when the tight knot in my stomach snapped painfully. "Stepan, fuck, shit, shit. Daddy!" Then an incoherent string of curses and mumbles left my trembling lips as the aftershocks of my orgasm hit me while his cock pulsated against my tightened walls, his seed spilling into me.
"That's right, I'm your fucking Daddy, and don't you ever forget that," he said breathlessly against my lips before giving me a chaste kiss.
He slid his hand behind me, pulling at the ropes until they loosened up enough for him to unravel the lengthy material from my arms completely as I came down from my high.
Tossing the rope aside, he slowly slid out of me with a sharp intake of breath through his teeth. Reaching out, he pulled the covers back and pulled them back over us after he settled down next to me. Tightly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me atop him as he lay on his back.
Holding me tightly, he busied one of his hands by groping my ass, gently molding my softness in his big, rough hand; the other slowly rubbed at my back soothingly as he rested his chin at the top of my head.
"Satisfied yet, little tigress? Or do you still want some more orgasms?" He asked with a soft chuckle, tilting his head to the side to look down at me with a caring smile.
Through my panting, I gently shook my head as I couldn't find the energy to respond verbally to him in the moment.
"No, as in you're not satisfied, or no, as in you don't want more orgasms?" Stepan asked for clarification with a cheeky smile.
"No more." I replied in a small voice with another shake of my head.
The butterflies in my stomach fluttered to my chest when I felt Stepan's lips against my forehead. "I'm going to get you some water and snacks and a cloth to clean you up." He murmured against my forehead before shifting me off of him onto the bed.
Lazily, my eyes followed him as he got off the bed and left the room momentarily before returning with a big glass of water and a small plate filled with some pirozhkis. I couldn't help but grin goofily at the sight of the food as the delicious scent filled my nose.
With a smile, Stepan sat at the edge of the bed and pulled me into his lap after setting the water and plate on the nightstand. Then, in a peaceful silence, he fed me until I turned my head away when I grew full enough. Gently, he set me back down to leave for the bathroom, where the sound of running water crackled through the air briefly before he reappeared at my side with some washcloths in hand.
Wincing, I started to push myself up fully, only to be stopped by Stepan pushing me back down on the bed with a firm hand on my back. "No, I made a mess of you, so it's only fair I clean you up." He told me with a chuckle before gently wiping at my face.
The familiar smell of makeup cleaner—my makeup cleaner—had my hand darting out to grab at his wrist. I could feel my eyes grow cold and tense as I looked up at him nervously.
"Hanna, I am not leaving you to sleep in a face full of makeup. I don't care for your burns if that's what you're worried about. I'm not some shallow bastard." The warmth his eyes held with his smile made my grip on him loosen enough to where he resumed wiping my face.
It took a few, but it clicked in my mind eventually.
