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Just when I think things couldn’t get any more tense, Dominik pulls me in closer until our hips are aligned. I can feel his huge cock through his pants, pulsing against my ass as he fights the same temptations as me.
My panties are going to be flooded in a matter of minutes if I don’t get myself under control, but I’m too far gone to turn my thoughts around now. I’ll just have to control myself for the night, at least until we’re out of here. Maybe I’ll masturbate in the bathroom.
Dominik has other plans, and he makes them known when he starts to play with the waistband of my leggings, teasing along the edge as he waits for my response.
God, why does this have to be so hard? I should be able to restrain myself when we’re in a shared space with strangers, but all I can think about is feeling him slide into the depth of my pussy.
I don’t react, but I don’t stop him either. He knows I’m not sleeping, so he takes this as an invitation to start working my pants off my hips, then pulling them down to my mid-thigh. I’m exposed now, at least if someone takes our blanket off, but the thrill of doing something so wrong and indecent takes over my judgment.
His hand parts my legs, and he plays with my soaking wet panties as he teases my slit. He knows how wet I am now, so maybe he knows I’ve been thinking about this since we left the house.
Wasting no time, he slowly unzips his pants, working them down just enough to pull his cock out of his boxers. We’re both practically clothed, which somehow makes this even hotter to me. The impatience, the inability to behave - it all swirls in my belly, intermingled with my pure desire.
I feel him adjust my legs a bit, and it hardly takes any effort at all for him to slide right in all the way. I’m so wet that I fear it will show through my leggings, but right now all I care about is the all-encompassing need to be fucked hard and fast.
Knowing that he can only do so little as slowly pump his cock in and out of me is torture. I’m terrified that we’re going to get caught, but I don’t want him to stop. Every noise that I hear makes my heart skip a beat, draining the blood from my face as I wait for someone to come remove us.
I want to press myself into him harder, but I heard the bed creak when we first got into it. The last thing I want to do is alert anybody to any noise over here. I’m paralyzed by fear, but I’m still melting into the bed as Dominik continues to thrust ever so slightly.
He can’t talk down to me now, and he can’t spank my ass for his own pleasure. Right now, all he’s doing is connecting with me. There’s no aggression, no punishment to be had. Despite the lack of friction, I’m enjoying this just as much as any other time that we’ve had sex.
Thirty minutes go by, and I can hear Dominik struggling to suppress his breathing as he gets close. I love how he sounds when he’s trying to fight it – always as if he knows he already lost.
When he presses his cock as deep as he can, holding it there for a moment, I know that he’s about to cum or already has. He has a very specific way of holding my hips when he cums, and it’s been mostly the same every time. I love knowing that I’m learning his body like this.
After he pulls himself out and puts his cock away, I still have all of his semen and my own fluids all over my thighs. I’ll have to make sure nobody sees me walk to the bathroom to change in the morning.
31
MIKA
Ihardly sleep for the entire night that we’re in the hostel. There’s a draft coming in from one of the windows above us, blowing over the concrete floor and turning it ice cold. I’m still sticky from what happened last night, and I can hear someone over on the other side of the room talking. They could be talking to themselves, in their sleep, or on the phone with someone, but it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t like that someone else is awake at the same time as me.
After a long night of begging my brain to let me sleep for just a couple of hours, I manage to drift off at about four in the morning. Given how little sleep I’ve been getting, I know it’s still not enough to sustain me and the baby. We’re looking at days of traveling and we don’t even know where we’re going.
At seven AM, Dominik wakes me up gently by stroking my shoulder. The sun is coming through the drafty window, and everyone else is packing up to go their separate ways.
“Where are we going to go?” I ask, my eyes still blurry from my poor sleep quality.
“Long term? Not sure. But today, we’re going to go see someone who might be able to give us some guidance,” he replies confidently. “He’s the one who practically raised me from the time I was twelve onward. He wouldn’t tell us to do something that would get us killed.”
Killed.
For my whole life, I’ve been desensitized to the word. Kill, murder, whatever. It never meant anything to me. But now that I could be the one being killed, it has a quality about it that reminds me of cold, bloody meat. That’s what I could be if we don’t escape the Bratva.
After I’ve inconspicuously changed my pants, Dominik and I pack up and get back on his motorcycle. With the daylight, I’m a bit less paranoid, but I’m still going to hold him close, no matter what.
Fortunately for me, the ride is much shorter than last night. However, the neighborhood that we stop in feels even more hostile than the last.
“Dominik, where are we?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder at an old man standing at a bus stop with a strange look in his eye.
“This is where I grew up. It’s my old neighborhood. I know it looks really bad, but it’s mostly just people who are too poor to move closer to the city. I know most of them,” he replies as we continue down a cracked, overgrown sidewalk.
I look around, and I can’t imagine growing up in a place like this. Even though I was surrounded by violence growing up, the violence was chosen specifically for the person who crossed a line. In places like this, I’ve heard of people getting killed in drive-by shootings. Frequently.
He leads us down a path that ends at a huge, abandoned parking lot behind the hospital that it used to belong to. Some of the windows of the hospital are broken, and seeing it in such disrepair makes me wonder what it takes for an entire city to forsake a hospital.
“Are we going over there?” I ask, pointing at a dark alley separating the hospital and a large brick building.
