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“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I whisper, my hand sliding along his cheek, still meeting every thrust with a violent roll of my hips as he drags me down onto his cock again and again.
And then I tangle my hand in his hair, gripping it painfully as I bite him again.
He snarls against my mouth, his speed increasing, his hands bruising on my flesh as I cut at his lip with my teeth. I drag my mouth downwards, biting at his neck, sucking, my other hand planted against his chest as my nails dig in. I want to claw, to hurt, to draw blood, and it seems to drive Mikhail into a frenzy as he grabs my hair in one tight fist, yanking my head back so he can look up at me as he pounds his cock into me.
“You fuckinglovethis,” he hisses.
And then he grabs me around the waist, pushing himself up so that we’re chest to chest, me straddling his lap as he bounces me atop his cock, his hand still fisted in my hair.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want it,” he rasps, his mouth very close to mine, his arm holding me down so that all I can do is grind down on him, feeling him fill me up, as deep as he can go in this position. “I can feel how fucking wet you are, how crazy this makes you. How fucking good it makes you feel.”
“It makes me crazy because Ihateyou, you fuckingbastard,” I hiss, swiping to claw at his cheek as he slams upwards into me again.
He grabs my wrist, grinning as he swings me onto my back, thrusting hard and fast now, slamming his cock into me with a force that I know will leave us both bruised tomorrow. Mikhail stretches my wrist over my head, grabbing the other as I try to claw at his chest, pinning me down as he drives me closer and closer to another orgasm.
“You can hate me all you want,kotenok,” he murmurs. “But your body wants mine. No one has ever made you come like I do, I feel it. You’re going to come hard on my cock, and when I’m done filling you up, I’m going to make you lick it off me, so you can taste just how much you want me.”
He thrusts again, throwing his head back with a groan as he swells inside of me, so close to his own orgasm that I know he’s holding on by a thread. “Keep hating me, just like that,kotenok,” he purrs as I clench around him. “It feels so fucking good.”
Mikhail lets go of my wrists suddenly, his hands gripping the headboard as he fucks me, my legs wrapped around his thighs, pulling him deeper despite myself. “Claw me all you like as you come,kotenok,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. “It will just make me come that much harder, too.”
I’m so fucking close, and I can’t stop it. He reaches down between us with one hand, fingers rubbing my slick, hard clit, and I know I’m lost.
I scream when the orgasm hits me, in pleasure and frustration and anger, the release flooding me as I spasm around him, arching upwards, my nails burying in the flesh of his back and dragging downwards. I hear his roar of pleasure, feel his skin parting under my nails as he slams into me once more, cock throbbing and spurting as he fills me with his cum.
His hand wraps in my hair, holding me in place as he bends down, kissing me roughly as I feel the hot rush of his climax. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, shuddering. “I fucking love filling you up with my cum,kotenok. I’ve never come so hard, so much, with anyone–”
His hips jerk again, shuddering, and I can feel that he’s still coming, his cock hard, swollen and hot inside of me. “I should fuck you again, just like this. You could keep me hard,malysh. I could keep my cum inside of you just like that, long enough to put a baby in you,kotenok.Mybaby.”
He shudders, hips flexing against mine as he holds me still beneath him, his cock still rock hard inside of me. “I think I might like that,” he purrs, looking down at my frozen expression, fear suddenly flooding me as the very real worry that that might have already happened fills me all over again. “I could keep you forever then. You would never leave.”
I can’t speak. I’m still shuddering with the pleasure from my climax, and I feel him lean into me, pinning me beneath him as he starts to thrust again, slowly. I realize, as he moves, that he’d been telling the truth. The thought of me having his baby, of flooding me with his cum until I’m so full of it that I can’t help but get pregnant, kept him hard even after he came.
I start to squirm under him, pushing at his chest, but Mikhail just chuckles, pushing my tangled hair out of my face almost gently as he thrusts, slower now, as if he’s savoring the feeling of his cock buried in me just after he’s come.
“You’re not going anywhere,malysh,” he murmurs. “You’re going to take my cum again, until I’m finished for tonight. But don’t worry.”
He leans down, kissing me almost tenderly as he rocks his hips against me, and despite myself, I feel myself tightening around him, pulling him deeper. “I’ll make you come too,kotenok,” he murmurs. “You can come as many times as you want, for me.”
* * *
I lay there afterwards, in a confusing tangle of emotions, as Mikhail sleeps next to me.
He’d been so sated and exhausted after the second time that he’d passed out almost immediately. He hadn’t cuffed me or put me in the cage, and as I lie there catching my breath, I wonder why. He’d been so careful before.
It feels like a good sign. It feels like a sign that his obsession is finally catching up with him, that he believed me wanting him tonight means that I won’t leave even if I have a chance to.
Which is, of course, ridiculous. I lie there thinking of my options, if there’s some way to escape while he’s passed out next to me. I glance over at the shredded remains of the cotton dress with some regret, thinking how easily I could slip it on if it were still whole. There are other clothes somewhere around here–possibly the dress I wore the first time we left the house in the closet in this room.
If I did it silently enough, I could dress, look for the money, and slip out. But there’s a lot of things that could go wrong between now and then.
He drugged me, once. What if there’s more of that around here?
I don’t know how good I am at being stealthy, but I also know I can’t just lie here and do nothing until he wakes up again. I can’t squander my chance.
Minutes tick by until he finally shifts away from me on the bed, lightly snoring as he rolls onto his other side, and we’re no longer touching. I take that opportunity to slowly slide to the edge of the bed, moving as carefully as I can so that there’s as little chance as possible of waking him.
His clothes are on the floor next to the bed, discarded during the second round of sex. I slowly crouch down, reaching for his pants carefully. I know there’s no keys in them to make noise, I’ve seen him drop his keys in the dish downstairs, but I’m still terrified of making too much noise and waking him.
