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I swallow hard, unable to speak. I feel his cock drop away from me, and for a brief moment, I think he’s going to let me go, until I feel his hand on my ass, dragging his fingers through the cum there.
“I enjoyed the other night,” he murmurs, leaning close. “Knowing my cum was inside of you while you rode my fingers. Should I let you come again, do you think?”
I cry out as he suddenly shoves two cum-covered fingers deep inside of me, holding me there against the door with his thumbagainst my asshole. He laughs as I tighten reflexively around him.
“Maybe I was wrong not to fuck you tonight. You seem to love my cum inside of you. I could get it so much deeper with my cock, fill you up so much more–”
“No!” I twist under his grasp, trying to get away, to get his fingers out of me. “Stop! This is too much. I shouldn’t have let you do it the first time–”
“But you did. And it made you come.” He pumps his fingers inside of me and then yanks them out, wiping his hand over my ass and thighs where he’s drenched me in his cum. I feel his fingers push roughly between my legs again, smearing his cum over my clit, my pussy, pushing them inside of me again until there’s not an inch between my thighs that isn’t soaked in his cum.
And then, as I feel panicked, tears welling up again, he yanks my dress down, the fabric clinging wetly to my cum-drenched skin.
“Get the fuckout!” he snarls, his voice raising to a shout as he steps back. “Now, before I change my mind and fuck you the way I should have.”
I don’t wait a second longer. I don’t even look at him. Humiliated, covered in cum, and still shaking from my own orgasm, I wrench the door open and rush into the hall, letting it slam behind me.
This time, I run. And I don’t stop.
Mikhail
As she runs out of the penthouse, I’m shaking.
Somehow, I manage to get myself back into some semblance of order, tucking my cock back in and adjusting my clothing as the adrenaline pumps through me.
It’s a heady thing, the thrill of humiliating the woman I want to use for my revenge. I can still taste her on my tongue, sharp and sweet, and I can feel myself throbbing with the satisfaction of what I did to her, the pleasure of it from beginning to end.
The feeling of the first victory.
She’d come to me, wanting help, and I taught her a lesson. Taught her that she can’t just show up wherever she pleases, demanding things, disobeying. That there are rules in this world, even for former spoiled Bratva princesses.
What now, though?
As the thrill ebbs, something else replaces it. A reminder that I might have gone too far, too soon–and something else, too.
Something that makes me furiously angry all over again.
A flicker of guilt.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
It’s unfamiliar to me, this possible feeling of regret for something I’ve done, for a punishment I’ve enacted. She deserved it for stepping out of line in that way, for assuming that I could be at her beck and call. She’d done such a good job up until now of pretending to be so unsure of our arrangement, so hesitant, but I knew the spoiled, entitled side of her would make itself known eventually.
And it had.
So why shouldIfeel guilty?
Why the fuck should I feel anything but satisfaction.
Anger surges in me, at her and at myself–her for making me doubt, and myself for allowing her to get under my skin at all. I’ve been working towards this for so long, spending effort and money, and Ideservedtonight’s pleasure.
The first taste.
The last, if you don’t do something about how she left.
“Bladya!”I curse aloud, spinning on my heel and stalking to the bedroom. The blood is roaring in my ears, my hands clenched into fists as I pace, trying to think it through, if I really had handled things poorly.She deserved it, deserved it,I think over and over, the words on a loop in my head, but even as I think it, I know that I might have sacrificed a sweeter ending.
I can take her captive anytime I want. It wouldn’t be hard to snatch her. But I wanted to drop the bombshell when she was sweet and malleable, wanting me on her own, begging me formore without having to be forced. I wanted to break her apart in a different way than I had tonight, and I realize with an infuriating certainty that I jumped the gun.
