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I force myself to do as he says, sucking a deep breath between my lips and releasing it slowly. Immediately, my muscles start to relax, and as they do, the pain begins to ease, growing more manageable with each exhale. As I focus on calming myself down, Ilya begins to press further inside me. His girth stretches me impossibly, forcing my pussy wide and reminding me of the first time I ever tried to do the splits. It’s painful, but like my other muscles, as my body slowly adapts to the stretch, it starts to feel good too.
As Ilya pushes inside me to the hilt, I can hardly believe I’m capable of fitting all of him. I feel so full of him I could cry, and at the same time, my pussy clamps around his hard length as if begging for more. A deep groan rumbles from Ilya’s throat, and my clit throbs in response. Then he slowly starts to ease back out of me, leaving a devastatingly hollow ache in his wake.
I whimper, pressing my lips together to stop myself from begging him to come back. And a moment later, he’s doing just that, pressing inside me more quickly this time. It still hurts–taking in the full width of his hard cock, and at the same time, tingles of growing pleasure ripple through my body, intoxicating me far more than the alcohol I’ve had tonight.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ilya rasps as his movements grow more rhythmical.
I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing in his mind. All I can think about is the way his cock makes my body sing. Despite already having come from him going down on me, I’m on the verge of another orgasm, and I have no control over it. Normally, that might terrify me–the lack of control. But trapped between Ilya’s powerful arms, I’m impossibly turned on by the sense of vulnerability. I want him to take me in every and any way he sees fit. If this is what sex is like, I don’t ever want to stop.
“Are you ready to come again,moya feya?” Ilya asks, his lips tickling my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp, my pussy throbbing in response.
“Then ask nicely,” he purrs.
“Please let me come,” I beg, the words jumping from my lips before I can assess what the real implications of them are.
Ilya drives into me more intentionally, his hips grinding against my clit as his cock presses against a hidden spot deep within me that turns my legs to jelly. My back arches off the bed, pressing my breasts against his muscular chest as my lips part in a silent scream of sheer pleasure. And this time when I come, the force of my release is only intensified by the feeling of his hard cock buried inside me.
My pussy throbs around him, gripping him again and again as my clit twitches, and my hips rock forcefully against him. My wrists jerk against my cuffs, and I wrap my fingers around the cold metal, clinging to them as I try to keep myself from floating off the face of the earth.
Ilya growls against the tender flesh of my neck, his motions increasing in pace and intensity as he truly starts to fuck me now, and I’m so far gone that all I can do is brace against the bars of the headboard as he pounds into me. My overly sensitized nerves buzz with fresh excitement as I realize I’m probably going to come for a third time tonight.
And from Ilya’s guttural sounds, I think he might be on the brink as well. Sharp energy zings through me at the thought that him coming turns me on. I’ve never really considered it before, but knowing that it feels good to fuck me is empowering. Emboldened, I start to rock with him, ready to make him enjoy this every bit as much as I have. Ilya thrusts harder in response, reawakening a hint of the pain I felt at first. But knowing what’s to come only makes the pain more pleasurable.
One of Ilya’s hands shifts from the bed to capture my breast, and he massages it roughly. His finger and thumb find my nipple and pinch lightly, eliciting a cry of surprise as my pussy throbs in response.
“Come for me,feya,” Ilya growls, and I obey.
Sobbing with the strength of my overwhelming release, I shudder, trembling beneath his large mass as my walls tighten like a vise around him. Ilya’s cock swells in response, then starts to throb, pulsing inside of me as he orgasms. His hips jerk forward with each burst of cum, bruising my entrance, but I hardly notice I’m so consumed by a tingling euphoria that leaves me gasping for breath.
Slowly, he stills as the aftershocks of our orgasms subside, and the world starts to come into focus once more. Ilya’s breaths come hard, his strong chest pressing against mine, his hard abs flexing with each exhale. And when his eyes meet mine, a scintillating satisfaction burns like an inferno within their depths.
Easing out of me, Ilya seems to know just how tender I am, and with the absence of his cock, I feel the raw ache that takes his place. I’m going to be sore tomorrow. But in all honesty, I would take the pain for that level of pleasure any day. And twice on Sundays.
Climbing from the bed, Ilya removes his condom before reaching down and pulling his boxers back up over his hips. Only then does he turn to the bed to release my hands from their cuffs. I don’t mind waiting. My limbs are so weak with satisfaction, I’m not sure I could use them anyway.
“Well,moya feya, did you enjoy yourself?” he asks teasingly as he stretches out beside me once more.
“Hmm,” I respond, nodding as my eyes droop closed. “Very much.”
“Good.”
I open my eyes and turn to look at Ilya, who’s watching me closely.
“If you agree to be mine, I will always make you feel good like that,” he promises. “But most of the time, it won’t be anything like tonight. I didn’t want to scare you or hurt you any more than necessary when I took your virginity, but giving your body to me will mean testing the limits of your pain and pleasure tolerance.”
“There’s a limit to how much pleasure a person can tolerate?” I ask skeptically.
Ilya’s eyebrow raises pointedly, making my heart flutter. “I think it’s best if you spend another night with me to experience what this will really entail. Then you will understand what I expect. I was more gentle since it was your first time.”
I wet my dry lips and swallow hard. “Okay,” I murmur.
Ilya gives a curt nod and rises from the bed once again. “Get dressed,” he commands, pulling on his own clothes. “I’ll take you home. Are you working tomorrow night?”
His tone is more businesslike now, and I sit up quickly, pulling the bedsheets up to cover my breasts as I try to wrap my mind around the sudden shift. “Yes, but I’m done at nine, so I could shower and be ready by ten.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up then.”
