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“What’s that?” he asks loudly, slapping my ass again.
“I’m going to behave,” I reply with much more confidence.
“That’s right,” he chirps. “And you know what? Good girls get rewarded. Don’t you want to be rewarded?”
I don’t know what that means, but if punishment was that satisfying, I can only imagine how incredible it is to receive a reward from Pasha. I nod my head in response, turning around to face him again.
There’s a wicked smile on his face, and his cock is so hard that it’s twice the size as it was before. He grabs it in his hand, and his fingers, albeit long, are only barely able to wrap around his girth.
My jaw drops, and I lose my breath.
One of his thick eyebrows rises, and his smile widens. “I think it’s time you put that mouth to good use, darling.”
I drop to my knees so fast that my bones vibrate from the impact. He grabs my head, pulling me toward his cock and pressing it against my face. It extends past the top of my head, burning like a hot iron against my skin.
He rubs himself against me, groaning deep in his throat as he uses my entire face to pleasure himself. He’s selfish, and yet I love every moment of it.
He moves his hips back, and my jaw drops again to accept his cock, but just as he’s about to thrust inside, there’s a loud knock on the bathroom door.
“Hey, fuckface, hurry up in there!” The voice is slurred and angry, but Pasha remains calm.
“Use the bathroom downstairs. I’m busy,” he replies.
“What the fuck are you doing in there? Hurry up!” The man pounds his fist into the door so hard that I’m afraid he’s going to break it down.
Pasha rolls his eyes, letting go of my head and stepping back. “Some people just don’t listen,” he mutters.
I watch with a mixture of awe and terror as Pasha bends over his discarded clothes and retrieves a pistol. It’s the same one he almost killed himself in front of me with.
I should say something, but I remain silent as he charges toward the door without a single shred of clothing to cover his majestic nudity, pulling the door open and pointing the gun outside.
“Use the bathroom downstairs,” he growls before slamming the door shut again. “Motherfucker,” he grumbles, tossing the gun into his pile of clothes and turning back to me. “Now, where were we?”
“You were about to fuck my face,” I reply casually.
“Oh yes, right.” He grab my head, shoving his cock into my mouth and pressing me down on it hard. I gag immediately because of his size, but I’m not the type to tap out. Part of me revels in the struggle, like I need to prove to the world that I can handle anything. Nothing is too much.
Pasha doesn’t attempt to push my limits, though. He pulls out, waiting for me to catch my breath before entering again. His cock throbs between my lips, filling me up in a way that almost makes me afraid to take him in my pussy.
But when I reach down to touch myself, I’m still dripping wet, hopelessly aroused by his aggression and eager for more I want to be overwhelmed. I want to be tossed around and treated like his property, if only for this evening.
It makes me forget about everything. The sorrow, the fear, the addiction…everything. All I can think about is how close he is to cumming in my mouth, how full his balls feel as I reach up and grab them.
Pasha moans when I tug them, pulling out of my mouth like he’s trying to get away from me. “Fuck, darling, you’re going to make me cum.”
“Is that as bad thing?” I ask, my lips purposefully pouty as I look up at him.
“It is if I’m trying to get you pregnant,” he replies.
His statement is bold, but I’ve heard it before. I figured he wouldn’t use a condom, but I also thought he’d have the sense to pull out and cum on my face or something. He’d love the power play, the submission of such an act, but it seems he wants more from me. He really does want to put a baby in me, and for some reason it makes me even hornier.
I shouldn’t agree to something like this. It’s insane, but Pasha has a way of making even the craziest actions seem normal and natural.
He doesn’t just live in chaos.
He thrives in it.
And he’s pulled in into his world, sucking me down into the darkest form of existence where morals are flung out of the window of his supercar and consequences don’t exist. Money means nothing to him, so he lives for the thrill of it.
