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Before I can adjust to his absence, a stern smack lands on my rear. The sharp sting brings me back to the harsh reality. His touch leaves a burning reminder on my skin, a vivid declaration of his control.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice is a menacing growl, emphasizing the threat in his touch. “Did you believe you could provoke me, make me lose control?”
“I didn’t…I…” The words die in my throat, replaced by a muffled moan as his hand meets my skin again. The heat from the impact spreads across my cheeks, making me wince, but it’s quickly replaced by an undeniable pleasure that settles deep within me. It’s a sensation I can’t comprehend, a jumble of fear, desire, shame, and a desperate yearning that leaves me shaking.
“No?” he repeats, a mocking tone to his voice. His hand comes down again, the sound of it meeting my skin echoing in my ears. A gasp rips through my throat, the sting quickly morphing into a spark of pleasure that sends a shockwave through me.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I find myself writhing against him, caught in this intoxicating cycle of pain and pleasure. I’m confused, my mind rebelling against the sensations that his touch is stirring within me. The treacherous part of me that’s giving in to him, that’s yearning for his touch, is becoming louder with each passing moment.
“Yes!” I gasp, the word slipping out before I can stop it. It’s not a conscious admission, but it hangs in the air between us, potent and undeniable. My body wants this, craves this. And I’m torn between wanting to push him away and pulling him closer.
His hand meets my flesh again, harder this time. The sound of skin on skin echoes in the room, followed by another sharp sting that ripples through my body. Despite the pain, my flesh reacts instinctively, a strange pleasure mingling with the discomfort.
His grip on my throat tightens, his hand strong and unyielding. The potent mix of fear and desire surges through me, leaving me submissive to his touch. His dominance, his control over me is undeniable, and despite everything, a part of me yearns for more. I find myself caught between terror and desire, each smack bringing a fresh wave of conflicting emotions, pushing me further into submission.
“Look at you, all wet and willing,” he mocks, his tone dark and satisfied. “All this for what? To get into my party, into my life, under false pretenses?”
Sliding away from my burning ass, his fingers take on a life of their own as they seek out my heat again, dipping and swirling against my sensitive nub with a torturous rhythm. I’m drenched, my body responding to his touch in ways I never thought possible. My inner thighs are slick with my arousal, and I can’t help but whimper at the pleasurable torment.
“Fuck! Fuck, no…Luka,” I beg.
“So, Sonia, or Sophia, or whoever the fuck you are,” he murmurs, the sound vibrating against my skin. “You’re dripping like a desperate whore, playing this deadly game. Just to get into my bed?”
My mind is spinning, my thoughts a turbulent whirlwind of fear, lust, and desperation. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. His touch is relentless, his fingers moving in perfect circles around my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my veins.
God, is this really me?
Is this what I’ve been reduced to? Gambling with my life for this? For him? Is the thrill of this chaotic bliss truly worth it?
An intense crack against my rear jolts me back to reality, the biting sting evoking a sharp gasp and a surprised lurch from me. Still, my body is a traitor, a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me with each impact. The bewildering mix of sensations is driving me to the brink of insanity, ushering me closer to a precipice I’m not sure I’m prepared to fall off.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His mockery is emphasized by another severe blow.
“Uhmm…fuck!” I moan out, my hips moving in rhythm when he finger-fucks me again.
“Did you plan all this? To lure me in, get me all riled up and eager to fuck you?”
In my heart, I know the truth. I’m playing with fire, getting dangerously close to the flame. But with every flick of his fingers, every damning word that spills from his lips, I find myself caring less and less about the consequences.
Because right now, caught between life and death, between fear and pleasure, I realize that I’ve never felt more alive.
“Admit it, Sonia,” he hisses against my ear, his breath hot and intoxicating. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to pin you down, fuck you senseless?”
No!
This is not what I planned, not what I wanted. But here I am, moaning under his touch, lost in a storm of pleasure and pain, fear and desire, confusion and need.
Through gasps and moans, I fight to form coherent words, to plead my case while under his ruthless touch.
“I’m…I’m not…not Sonia,” I stutter, my voice barely a whisper.
“Oh? Is that so?” His fingers don’t cease their relentless assault, driving me closer to the brink of release. “Then who the fuck are you, really?”
“Soph…Sophia,” I manage to choke out between gasps. “I don’t know Sonia. I…I took her place…at the party.”
He tilts his head as he digests this information. “And why would you do that?” he growls, suspicion lacing his every word. But his touch doesn’t falter; he keeps the rhythm on my clit with ruthless precision, keeping me teetering on the edge.
