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“Don't talk to me!” I urge him, but it seems to bother him, as I feel him suddenly push into me, and I let out a sharp scream as his penis painfully fills me.
“I don't take orders from you, I give you orders. Understood?” He scolds me without raising his gaze, yanking at the restraints binding my hands immobilized behind my back.
I catch him watching the scene from the front row, his image, gazing at our intimacy as they merge, with his shirt in his mouth and his hair tousled, stirring a deep sensation within me. I instinctively part my legs even further, widening the angle of access as I arch my back, raising my butt higher than my chest. Seizing the opportunity, he enters me completely, yanking at the bindings around my wrists like a leash.
“Slowly!” I whisper between my teeth, pressing my face against the cold granite.
“Take it!” I feel him entering fully and inhaling deeply, his abdominal muscles moving beneath the raised shirt on his torso.
I grit my teeth and breathe erratically. He slips his hand under my arms, pulling my back against his firm chest. With his free hand, he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at our reflection in the mirror while he possesses me completely, stretching me.
“Where is your dignity now, little piggy?” he grins near my ear, releasing one of my breasts from the cups of my dress and firmly grasping it, all while continuing to watch the degrading reflection in the mirror.
He couldn't wait to ask me that.
I refuse to answer, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of his lips trailing up my neck, gently biting, feeling myself tighten entirely around him.
“Hold on!” he urges after removing his teeth from my neck and releasing my hands, which I quickly prop against the edge of the sink, as Manasseh begins to move.
I feel myself turning upside down, and my body knows nothing but the sensation of his hard and forceful penetrations. When my eyes close, I feel him pumping tirelessly at full intensity. My palms press against the cool granite edge, and I lean my head back, gazing at the ceiling. But I feel dizzy and I lean forward, his large hands gripping my hips like a rudder, amplifying the impact, raising the tension in my womb. With every repeated collision of our skin, my breasts sway, and in this moment, I want to kill this strange feeling in my chest that grows larger, like a void sucking in all my feelings of hatred towards him.
I look at my disheveled reflection in the mirror, as I am claimed by Manasseh, who seems frozen in a trance, as if he had been waiting for this moment for far too long, now overwhelmed beyond his awareness. I feel his cock becoming harder, and his hurried movements announce that the end is near. I expect him to pull out, but his fingers dig deeper into my hips, and he thrusts powerfully into me, the streams of hot cum filling me entirely. The tension within me explodes into a thousand shivers, making our bodies tremble in sync. The bathroom is filled with our moans, the scent of heated bodies, and the palpable arousal that hangs in the thick air.
“Stay in my life, Becca,” he whispers, still leaning against my back with a forehead full of sweat, but I feel him completely different than before.
His invitation is sincere, and my answer escapes my lips before passing through the filter of reason.
“Alright,” my body speaks for me, and before I realize it, I've made a deal with the Devil. “But you must promise to stay away from my family.”
I flinch as Manasseh withdraws his still-erect penis, feeling his cum trickling between my legs. Still dizzy, I straighten my back and blink as I sense the strange stickiness between my thighs.
“As long as you behave” He tucks his erection back into his pants, and I begin to wonder if there's something wrong with him, as it shows no sign of subsiding even after his orgasm.
“I'll be wise, not well-behaved,” I smooth my hair behind my ears and look for something to wipe myself with.
“That's alright too. I'm tired of easy women who fall at my feet after a few sweet words. You're different. That's why I chose you. You make everything more interesting.”
“Do you still think we're playing some fucking game here?”
“Life is like a game of chance,” his eyes sparkle as he runs his freshly washed fingers through his wet hair.
“By your side... more like Russian roulette,” I roll my eyes, and Manasseh chuckles amused.
“I’ll admit, for a moment you fooled me, but I should have known you didn't sleep with Caius.” He hands me some napkins, and starts fastening his belt, the atmosphere becoming strangely relaxed.
“How did you figure it out?” I tear off a piece and start cleaning up.
“You're so predictable, Becca. I've known it since you claimed you gave him head. If that had happened, the entire room would have known that sadistic Caius was left dickless. Businessman Caius Moncler is an old goat, but you are scarier,” he takes a cigarette from the pack, leaning against the window frame. “Now, tell me, what did you do to him?” He places the cigarette between his lips and lights it.
“Let's say he got a taste of the stun cane before he could even wield the whip for the second time. I should have stuck it in his ass.”
Manasseh erupts into laughter, and I furrow my brows.
“The thing is, Becca, you're just as crazy as I am. You're just stubbornly denying it,” he boasts, and I find myself growing uncomfortable in this cozy post-sex atmosphere.
“We're nothing alike, and we certainly didn't become best friends just because we fucked.”
“We can't be friends, Becca,” he gazes at me with the same intensity as before. “We're mortal enemies.”
