Page 40 of Ravaged Innocence


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As if the thick plug in my ass isn’t enough of a reminder of what could happen if I start rebelling now.

“No.” I swallow. “I… how do you have so many muscles?” I touch his abdomen, feeling the strength of his torso. “You don’t even go to the gym.”

I glide my hands up over his washboard abs to his chest, tracing the tattoos and then moving across his chest, pausing where I can best feel his heart beating. Strong and steady.

He covers my hands with his own. “You’re stalling, Pchelka.” He grabs my wrist and spins me until I’m facing the bed. It only takes a small push to get me up on the bed and on my knees.

“I’m not stalling.” It’s a complete lie. A sharp slap crosses my ass for the trouble.

“Do you know how sexy you look like this? With my handprint on your ass, my plug peeking out from between your cheeks?” Warmth from his hand transfers to my skin, spreading like a wildfire unchecked up my spine.

He grabs fistfuls of my cheeks and spreads them roughly, almost painfully. Dragging a pillow down from the top of the bed, I bury my face.

Luka taps the plug, then moves his touch lower. Sliding his hand between my thighs, he cups my sex.

“So wet.” He rolls my clit beneath his thick fingertip. “Such a good girl. Right, Pchelka, you’re my good girl tonight?” He punctuates his question by tapping the plug with a hard thump.

“Yes, Luka.” I breathe out my answer. “I’m your good girl.” Fisting the pillow with both hands, I push my ass toward him, making the pressure he’s putting on the plug even more harsh.

“Mmmm, we’ll see.” His touch slips away, leaving behind a cool breeze.

I’m mindful of the sounds around me, his pants rustling as he removes them and tosses them away. Still not willing to look back at him, I turn my face deeper into the pillow.

The bed dips as he climbs behind me. Luka pushes on the base of the plug. With a moan, I push back at him, deepening the sensation.

“My girl likes this.” His cocky grin comes through his tone. Slipping his second hand between my thighs, he pinches my clit.

The sensation is too good to ignore. I throw my head back and moan.

“Good girl.” His voice strokes me while he pulls the plug out to the thickest part. Stretching me. The burn, the beautiful burn pushes my arousal to new heights.

“Deep breath,” he orders, but before I can obey, he pulls the plug free.

I groan. I’m empty and needy.

His fingers ease up on my clit and glide through my folds, gathering all my juices.

In the next second, he smears my arousal over my asshole. Two fingers dive deep into me, and I cry out as he spreads his fingers, stretching me further.

“I’m going to fuck this ass so hard you’re going to forget to breathe,” he says, his accent thick and heavy. “My cock is going to pound you until your voice dies.”

“Luka.” I chance a glance over my shoulder. His dark eyes capture me in their seductive depths.

“It’s okay to scream.” He lines up his cock with my asshole, my last virginal space, rubbing his fat head through the mess the lubricant from the plug and my current arousal have made. “I’ll love it when you do.”

It’s the last thing I hear before he thrusts forward. In one motion he’s balls deep inside my ass. My throat stretches around the scream clawing its way out.

He stills, giving my body a moment to adjust to his size.

“It hurts!” I yell when my brain finally gets back into working order.

“I know it does, baby.” He grips my hips; the tips of his fingers dig into my flesh. He moves one hand around our bodies until his practiced fingers find my clit. In one touch my body is on fire for him again. The pain subsides into the warm pool of pleasure his fingers sink me into.

“Good girl. Relax. The more you tense, the more uncomfortable it will be for you.” He sounds like he’s talking through gritted teeth. “But, fuck, your ass feels good.” A hard smack to my cheek punctuates his statement.

Slowly, he drags his cock back. I whimper at the prospect of being empty again, but the pain, the stretch is almost unbearable. It’s like I can’t tell which way I want him to move. In or out.

In the end, he decides for me and shoves his cock in again.

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