Page 2 of Unholy Tsar

“Then maybe I should teach you what true salvation feels like.”

Suddenly, he pushes away from me, but before I can protest, he drags my top up and over my head, then spins me around.

“Place your hands on the wall,” he commands, but he doesn’t wait for me to follow through. Instead, he grabs my hands himself and slaps them up above my head. “Keep them there.” There’s a note of warning in his voice that sends a thrill of fear through me, and I nod frantically, not trusting my voice.

“Good. Now, let’s see what we have here…”

He unhooks my bra with expert ease and flings it somewhere behind him. Now I’m standing in front of him, naked, except for my thong. He, on the other hand, is still fully dressed. A shiver rolls down my spine at the vulnerability of it all, and then my gaze drifts to the front door where I know his guards are stationed. If any of them were to come in right now, there would be no doubt as to what we’re doing…

“Nobody would dare come in,” he says, reading my mind, his warm breath fanning the back of my neck.

Another shiver passes through me. How did he know what I was thinking? Before I can voice the question, he plasters his large body against mine, pressing me into the wall.

His erection throbs against my ass, and fuck if I don’t push back against him wantonly, all worries flying off. “How responsive. It’s like your tight little body was designed especially for me and—” His words cut off with a groan when I roll my hips against his cock. “Little tease.”

Smack. The sound of his hand coming down hard on my ass startles me more than the hit itself. I jump, my hand instinctively reaching to soothe the spot. He didn’t even give me any warning.

“Hands on the wall,” he growls, and I hesitate. Then I do as he says. “There. Just like that. Can you keep them there for me?” He caresses my ass softly. The tender touch and the praise both go straight to my head.

“I… I can…” I moan, feeling drunk.

He hits my ass again, but this time I’m prepared. I sink into the sting as he caresses the hot spot, kneading it with his giant knuckles. Slowly, the pain transforms into heat and spreads through my body. My cunt clenches tightly around nothing, aching for something to fill it. Another slap. More kneading. And another. And another. Each strike sends me into a state of euphoria. More… More…

“Look at you, pushing your hips back into my strikes. You love it.”

“I… I’m just trying to be a good girl,” I mindlessly respond. His hand tightens around my butt cheek.

“You’re going to have to throw these panties out. They’re soaked.” I glance back, but it’s too dark for me to see anything. “But that’s just fine. I can buy you a—" He trails off, his hand moving at his waist—presumably to take off his pants. I wiggle impatiently.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, rubbing the small of my back. He’s not going to take off my thong? My excitement grows as I eagerly spread my legs, wondering how he’s going to fuck me if I’m still wearing panties.

A moment later, he gathers the material in one hand and pulls it aside, then the wide crown of his cock kisses my cunt. “Ohhhh.” I moan.

He positions himself behind me until his back is pressed against mine, then he licks the shell of my ear and thrusts into me sharply. A scream rips out of my throat at the immense pleasure, the force of his thrust sending me up on my tiptoes.

He bites out a curse in what sounds like Russian, and even that sends me spiraling higher and higher. “Your pussy is strangling my cock, Malyshka. You’re so greedy for it.”

I whimper, dropping my head against the wall, wishing there was something I could hold on to. Anything.

“This is insane…” My words are so quiet I doubt he hears them. Hell, I can hardly even hear myself think.

Now that he’s inside me, he lets go of my panties and uses that hand to grip my hip. The other trails around my waist, straight to my clit. He rubs it between his index finger and thumb just as he starts thrusting his cock in and out of me. Sensory overload.

Tiny spasms tear through my body.

“You can take it,” he assures me.

“I… you… this…” I try to form coherent words, but they come out as a jumbled mess. Then he shifts his hip until his cock drags against a secret spot inside me that sends my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Fuck, how is he so good at this?

“So tight and wet…” He rubs his thumb harder and faster against my clit, and I push my hips back against him as unintelligible sounds are wrenched from my lungs. Too much pleasure. It’s too much. Sweat slicks down my back, our skin slapping as he fucks into me with a relentless rhythm.

“Fucking hell, your pussy is tightening up on me. Are you about to cum, Malyshka?”

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes.” I chant, my hand leaving the wall to grip my hair as I lean my body into his chest. He accepts my weight with a low grunt but doesn’t stop his assault on my clit or his deep, hard thrusts.

He’s a fucking machine.