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He made a contented humming noise and his finger vibrated inside her. She clawed at him, gasping.
Patiently, he withdrew his finger a bit, then thrust it back in, using longer strokes as she loosened up. She concentrated on trying not to come, wanting to wait until his cock was inside of her, but the ache between her legs and the sensations in her ass, along with the position he’d put her in made the ball of need in her belly so tight it was its own kind of pain. He shifted beneath her and the rough fabric of his jeans hit her engorged clit like sandpaper. Unable to help herself, she rocked against his leg, wantonly grinding against his thigh, desperate to come and afraid he’d make her stop.
A moment later she came. He chuckled, not so much mocking as sounding delighted. Maybe she should have been ashamed, but it was his fault anyway. She couldn’t help the way her body reacted to him.
She squirmed against him, the now lazy movement of his finger threatening to set her off again. Before that could happen, he added more lube and he worked a second finger in alongside the first. The sheer size of two fingers in her ass almost made her panic, but he stroked her back with his free hand until she calmed.
Soon after, his legs started to flex and shift. His breathing was almost as ragged as her own.
“I can’t wait anymore, slave.”
She shivered as he withdrew his fingers, the friction feeling good and subsequent emptiness making her feel bereft. Konstantin lifted her off his leg and put her on her hands and knees in the grass.
“Please, no, Master.” Her own words of refusal made her breathe faster. She shook, hoping he wouldn’t stop to check that she was okay. If he just took her now it would be perfect. Heart racing, she sank into the position he could rarely resist, with her chest on the ground and ass high and inviting. The grass was itchy, and she wished she would have thought to bring a blanket, but it would have been too hard to hide from her parents.
“No?” Konstantin barked. “You think you have a choice? Adorable.” He shifted until he knelt behind her. The sound of his jeans unzipping almost made her cry out.
Freed from its denim prison, his cock thunked against her ass. He rubbed against her, groaning, his dick so warm it was almost uncomfortable against the chill that had set into her skin. The sky was almost dark, and when she glanced back at Konstantin he was a huge, sinister outline.
“No, please!” she begged. She tried to crawl away, hoping he would grab her.
He dug painful fingers into her hip and dragged her back where he wanted her. The grass burns on her knees just made it hotter. She struggled weakly and he slapped her ass.
“Stay where I put you or I’ll make sure this hurts.”
God, he sounded so evil. She pressed her thighs together, the twinge there almost unbearable again.
“I’ll be good, Master. I’ll be a good girl.” She needed to come again so bad.
“Fuck.” He rubbed against her again, slicker now. Had he put on a condom? He’d been tested and was clean, so she wasn’t worried about that. The idea that he might not be wearing one made the sensation of him rubbing the tip of his cock against her asshole that much more tormenting.
Her Master pressed against her there, gentle but insistent. She leaned back into his invasion, pushing out like he’d told her to. His cock was much thicker than his two fingers, and perhaps she should have been afraid, but she wanted him inside her so bad she wasn’t scared anymore.
Inch by inch, he forced his way into her, thrusting and retreating, manhandling her like she was a doll that needed to be controlled. She squealed and panted, overwhelmed by the fact that he felt a million sizes bigger in her ass.
“Shh,” he warned, his voice thick. “Don’t be so loud. Someone will come.”
She felt so devastatingly full, but still there was more. When her knees gave out she almost hoped he would give up, but instead he lowered her into the grass and shoved his balled-up shirt under her hips and started again. With patience, he convinced her body to take all of him. He froze, his dick pulsing deep in her ass, as he kissed the back of her neck.
“You’re such a good girl, Varushka.” He drew a ticklish trail where she was stretched around his cock, making her squeal and clench.
It burned and ached, but when he moved inside her the mix of pleasure and discomfort made her eyes roll back. He was careful at first, starting with small movements, then he worked up to fucking her with slow hard thrusts that made her teeth rattle. Reaching under her, he played with her clit, distracting her from the ache. Their grunting breaths combined in the darkness, making them sound like rutting beasts.
Under her face, the flattened grass became damp with both tears and drool. She didn’t care about losing control as she welcomed each vicious thrust. She cried out, wishing she’d never offered this, but never wanting him to stop. As she lay under him, taking what he gave her, she understood what he spoke of when he’d talked to her about submission. He took what he needed from her, what he wanted, and in return he gave her everything.
As the discomfort lessened, her cries became high-pitched and needy.
“Are you going to come for me, malish?” He gasped and thrust into her again. “Your ass is milking my cock. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She choked, the heat that had built low in her belly feeling like it was going to melt her from the inside. In his desperation, he dug his fingers into her clit, pinching there and making her scream. A vast orgasm rose, too intense for her mind to handle. Her ass clamped tighter around him, the muscles there rippling and gripping as a violent pleasure rolled through her body.
Her master roared, thrusting into her sore ass one more time before releasing into her. The feel of him coming triggered another wave of pleasure in her, and she squirmed beneath him, reveling in the way she felt small and helpless as he crushed her against the ground. When the storm had passe
d, and she still lay pressed beneath him, he kissed the tears from the side of her face and made soothing noises.
“Shh, little one. Don’t cry. It’s done now.”
Her throat was sore from the noises he’d forced out of her. Around them the forest had fallen silent except for the tentative zing of a few awkward-sounding bugs. She listened hard. Oh god, what if someone had heard them and found them like this? What if someone was watching? More heat throbbed between her legs. Again? But surely she was too sore for that. Her Master had turned her into such a pervert.
