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The door opens, and my heart lurches as the tall, dark shape I know and love and want to smack stands there. “Asshole.”
“I love you, too, Rose.”
Silly thing that I am, everything bursts with pleasure and life at those careless words, ones he meant under the careless tone.
He steps in, right there, between my thighs, and closes the door, flicking the lock down. He drops his gaze between my legs, where my pussy aches and throbs for him.
“Didn’t touch my property, I see. Good girl.” He slides a finger down along my slit to my asshole. “Wet anyway. Always so aroused for me.” He leans in, his breath hot on my ear. “Do you have any idea what that does to a man?”
He starts to slide his fingers back and forth through my wetness, his thumb moving up to my clit, middle finger working me as his pinky pushes into my ass, and I gasp. I want—I need—him.
Any way I can have him.
It doesn’t matter that a few minutes ago I was mad, just like it doesn’t matter that he fucked me until I couldn’t walk earlier. I want him, like I always do.
Nikolai is my drug, my reason, my heart. He’s everything.
He pulls something from his pocket; slender, rubber, red, with a pointed top and a fatter middle, the bottom flat.
I swallow.
A butt plug.
“Here’s what you’re going to do.” He pulls his hand away and unzips his pants with the other, pulling his gorgeous cock out and stroking. “Keep fucking quiet, wrap your legs about me, and do not let go.”
With that, he teases the butt plug against my pussy, pushing it into me. I’ve never seen it before, so it must be new…I stare up at him.
He grins as he plunges it into me, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. “What? I might not have been a fucking boy scout, but it doesn’t mean I’m never prepared.”
Nikolai pulls it out and holds it up, watching it glisten with my juices before he pushes it against my asshole. He doesn’t give me time, and he’s not overly gentle, but he watches me every moment, looking for any sign of pain. I know that expression, the one that’s so focused on me that he can tell what I’m feeling from a single flutter of an eyelash.
No, he doesn’t give me time or plays it gentle, but it’s done right, a slight discomfort that never spills into pain, one that opens into pure pleasure once it’s in. Then, he lines up, the fat head of his cock dripping with precum as he slides himself along my opening, the plane dipping as we hit an air pocket. I rock hard against the corner of the sink, and it pushes me on to him.
Just a little.
But he’s in control, and he enters me, stretching me. With the plug, I’m so full, too full. Nikolai isn’t a small man, and it’s hard to keep control, to do what he wants.
An orgasm hits me hard as he bottoms out. “Fuck, Rose.”
I’m whimpering behind the bite of my teeth on my lip, and he knows it. He shudders, gathering control before he starts to move, fucking up hard into me, much harder than he did at home.
This is wild Niko, savage Niko, deadly and animalistic and everything I could want. He starts to talk as he fucks me, one hand tangled in my hair.
“You dirty little girl, wanting to be fucked like a common whore.” He bites my ear, hard to make me jump. “My perfect whore. My property waited in here where anyone could see her, touch her, take her, wanting to be a member of something so base. I should bend you over and fuck you up that fine little ass with the toy still there. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I want to speak, I want to plead, I want to fight and hurl words at him, but each time he slams hard into me, he rocks his pelvis into my clit, the plug into my ass, and I’m lost to the sensations that are borderline too much and nowhere near enough.
I grab at him, digging my fingers into his hips.
“Yes, Rose,” he hisses. “Fight back, try and deny me. It only makes it worse when you do. Fuck, I want to destroy your cunt and ass. I want to mark you. Make you hurt so fucking good.”
I’m rocking up against him now. More, I want more. I want him to do all that and more. I want him to hit me, beat my ass, make me come so hard, I don’t know where I am.
He’s losing control now, and so am I. His words are filthy, beautifully vile, perfect in their depravity. He tells me all the things he’s going to do to me, and I’m here for it all, every moment.
The orgasm violently sweeps up and overtakes me, and we come at the same time. I bite his shoulder hard to keep from screaming, and I’m sure it only makes him come harder, his cock twitching as he does.
When we’re finished, he leans his head against mine, hands either side of me on the sink. He kisses me, the kind of kiss that melts bones down to gold, the kind of kiss that should be illegal, one that belongs to me and me alone.
