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He grabbed a pillow, fisting my hair and lifting my body so he could slide the softness under my stomach. I glanced at my reflection in the window, my bottom accentuated by the additional height, and my core throbbed all over again.
As he trailed his fingers down my spine, gently caressing one side of my buttocks then the other, I eased my arms over my head. The anticipation was killing me. The moment he pulled my legs apart, sliding his hand against my wetness, I moaned through the gag.
“I will love seeing your body marked, a display of my adoration for your beauty. Imagine if you wore my crest, an acknowledgment that you were mine.” Every word dripped of sexual innuendos but there was more to his statement, as if he’d been hunting me for a long time. That wasn’t possible. I didn’t know him. And he was the kind of man who could easily be remembered.
When he slid the belt down my back, crisscrossing my ass, I sucked in my breath.
The hard cracking sound as he snapped his wrist permeated my eardrums, lingering in the small space. Then as the thick leather was slapped across my bottom, a rush of adrenaline stalled the brutal level of pain. But when it coursed through me, I jerked up, fighting to breathe. Nothing could have prepared me for the blast of anguish, the breath-stealing moment forming tears in my eyes.
He pressed his hand against the small of my back, holding me in place until I calmed. Then he repeated his action, bringing the strap down four times, each one harder than the one before. I couldn’t stop moaning, my mind spinning from the strange combination of agony and bliss. When he took a few seconds, caressing my heated skin, I lifted my head, studying him intently. He was enjoying every moment of controlling me.
As he lifted his gaze, his eyes managed to pierce mine even through the glass. I tried to concentrate on the rumbling of the train, the vibrations skimming through every muscle. Every inch of my skin was extra sensitive and when he raked his nails down my back, I shivered violently.
He resumed the spanking, bringing the belt down in rapid succession. My mind had difficulty processing the moment, flying free into a warm wash of peace. That made no sense to me, but neither did the way I’d reacted to a total stranger, our banter having shifted into powerful conversations about music, books, travel, and our desires for our respective futures.
I had no idea who he was or why he was on the train. He’d said nothing about his business endeavors or family, and neither had I. And at this point, he didn’t even know my first name.
The sense of mystery had made our entanglement illicit, more scintillating than had I grilled him, learning every detail of his life. This was my one chance at fulfilling a fantasy and I was enjoying every moment.
The sound of the strap slicing across my skin floated all around me, the dampness between my legs increasing. It was crazy, an experience others would call toxic. I didn’t care. This was what passion was meant to be.
When he popped four against my upper thighs, I was brought back to reality, the force he used pitching me forward. Gasping, I chewed on the material, the gag barely able to keep my muffled screams from disrupting others. I was certain the cabins on either could hear my cries. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he tossed the belt, cupping my pussy, immediately thrusting his fingers inside. He took his time, allowing the pain to dissipate, replacing his harsh actions with another form of pleasure.
Then he yanked me onto all fours, jerking the pillow away. He took his time crawling onto the bed, positioning himself behind me. As he wrapped his hand around my long curls, he seemed pleased with himself, or maybe the reflection in the window skewed his cruel smile. That was the moment a hint of fear crawled into my system. I had no reason to be afraid of him. He hadn’t done or said a single thing to lead me to believe our encounter was anything other than a random meeting.
I had no time to mull over the possibilities, the feel of his thick cock pressed against my aching backside shifting apprehension into another wave of excitement. There was no pretense this was meant to be a romance, which allowed him to thrust the entire length of his cock deep inside.
My muscles strained to accept his thick girth, my chest rising and falling as I attempted to control my breathing. Almost immediately pressure started to build, my mind whirring with thoughts and possibilities. We were two adults, sharing the company of each other and nothing more. When I closed my eyes, he yanked on my back, pulling me into a deeper arc.
“Look at me,omorfiá,” he huffed. “Never take your eyes off me.” As he whispered other words in his native tongue, I finally realized he was Greek through and through. The thought was riveting, making the moment that much hotter.
He pulled almost all the way out, plunging into me again. I clawed the bedding, doing my best to obey him. His reflection appeared much larger in the clear glass, looming over me as if he’d become my master. I had no reason to think that way, no desire to surrender to anyone on a permanent basis.
“You’re so tight,” he muttered, the sound sending another thrill through me. As he rocked my body, developing an incredible rhythm, I pushed back against him. His expression hardened and even through the glass, I could tell the color of his eyes had changed, becoming darker.
More possessive.
My pussy muscles clamped and released, pulling him in even deeper. His thrusts became more brutal, the coil of his tense stomach pushing against my heated bottom. He dug the fingers of his other hand into my hip, the sound of his heavy breathing floating between us. I was driven into another moment of rapture, breathless wonderment keeping me close to the beautiful edge.
I was surprised when he wrapped his body over mine, the weight of his massive frame instantly shadowing mine. He slipped his hand from my hair to the back of my neck, squeezing with enough pressure my eyes opened wide. It was another moment of realizing how vulnerable I was with him, his strong hands capable of crushing my windpipe.
“Does that feel good, my sweet baby? Do you like the way I fill your sweet pussy completely?”
I nodded, holding back a moan, sensing frustration building within him. He jerked out the gag then nuzzled against my ear, nipping my earlobe. “Answer me.”
“Yes.” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Tell me what you want. I need to hear it.” He pulsed in and out, his actions far too tender for the man I already knew him to be.
“Fuck me.”
“Like this?”
“No,” I hissed. “Hard. Rough. Fuck me raw.”
He breathed into my ear, raking his teeth down the side of my neck before pulling back to the same position as before. With both hands on my hips, he resumed fucking me like I wanted, driving into me with such ferocity my body shook.
The fire roaring between us was close to exploding, the level of heat steaming the window. I longed to reach out, wiping away the fog. I didn’t want to miss a single minute, basking in the revelation of our passion. Nothing about his actions remained tender, the hard fucking exhausting. He refused to stop, his chest heaving as his cock swelled.
