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I should stop her. I should get her up and whip her bloody with my belt for her impertinence, her arrogance, her fuckingdisobedience. But it feels too fucking good. She’s taken almost all of my cock into her mouth, her nose very close to my abdomen, her throat tightening around my oversensitive tip. I feel her hand under my balls, cupping, rolling them in her palm as she bobs her head on my cock, her tongue still circling around the shaft as if she’s determined to lap up every last trace of our combined arousal.
“Natalia–” The word comes out choked, and I start to pull back, to yank my cock out of her mouth.I’m the one in control. I’m the one who decides who comes and when. This ismyfucking game.
But then, her lips reach the base of my cock, deep-throating it better than anyone has ever taken it in my entire fucking life, and my mind goes blank.
It’s as if she doesn’t need to come up for air. She bobs shallowly on it, massaging my cockhead with her throat, swallowing around it as her tongue circles the base, flattening to slide down and lick my balls as she fucks my cock with her throat. It feels incredible, the best fucking blowjob of my entire life, and I can’t think any longer. I can’t stop her. I’d meant it when I said I wasn’t going to come again, that that’s not what this is about, but I can’t quite remember what the point of it was at the moment.
My knees are trembling, my hand braced against the door, my teeth clenched against a guttural groan of pleasure, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that in a matter of moments Natalia is going to suck every drop of cum out of me.
I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to, and right now–although I know I did want to, for some reason–I can’t remember why I would.
I can feel myself shuddering, my balls tightening, my entire body going rigid as my cock throbs with the oncoming rush of my climax, and I groan aloud, feeling Natalia’s throat clench around me as I harden and the first hot spurt of my cum coats her tongue–
–and in the midst of the pleasure, I feel a sharp, crushing pain as her teeth sink into my pulsing shaft in the same moment that her hand squeezes my balls, and I let out a roar of pain.
I jerk away from her, stumbling backwards, my cock still spurting cum as I look down in horror at the teeth marks set into my stiff flesh. Natalia rocks back on her heels, laughing as she wipes her mouth, and I lunge for her before she can go for the doorknob, my hand twisting in her hair as I drag her to her feet.
I can’t think. All I feel is blind rage, pain, and the strange sensation of my cock still throbbing with pleasure, my ruined orgasm dripping from the head as I rear back, slapping Natalia hard across the face.
“You think you can trick me, littlesuka?” I hold her head back as she looks up at me defiantly, still laughing. “You think this will go better for you, because you did that?”
She doesn’t say anything, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she glares at me, her cheek red from my slap. I can feel myself starting to tremble with anger, and I reach down with my other hand, shoving my cock back into my joggers with a wince of pain as I turn, dragging her through the living room with me by my hand in her hair.
“You won’t get another chance to escape,” I growl at her as I stalk into the kitchen, still holding her tightly. “You’ve made this so much worse for yourself.”
She lets out a small gasp as I shove her down into one of the kitchen chairs, reaching for the coil of rope I’d bought at the store earlier. I wrap it around her, intentional in where I place it–across the top of her small breasts, around her ribs, her hips, across her thighs, leaving her pretty breasts and pussy visible for my pleasure while she sits there, tied to the chair.
“You’re not going to fucking get away with this,” Natalia hisses, twisting in the chair as I tie her. “You’re making a huge fucking mistake!”
“Why?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because you’re Obelensky’s daughter?”
“I told you, you have the wrong person.” She glares up at me. “But there’s plenty of people who would care about you keeping a naked girl tied up in your house, and forcing her to–”
I raise an eyebrow at her, laughing. “I didn’t force you to do shit just now. You sucked me off and bit my cock, and you did that all on your own,krasotka.”
“I should have bitten it off all the way,” she hisses, as I tie the last knot and step back.
“There. You won’t be getting free to try to make a break for it now. You can sit there and think about what you’ve done while I make some food.”
She glares at me, twisting in the rope as I step away from her, but she doesn’t say a word. I know the rope will hold–I have years of experience tying a secure knot–and I leave her to sit there and simmer in frustration as I walk to the refrigerator to find something to make for lunch.
I know she must be hungry by now–she hasn’t eaten since our dinner last night–and I have every intention to use that as a means to try to get answers out of her. I can hear the sounds of her still squirming in the chair behind me as I make hot sandwiches, the smell of meat and cheese cooking filling the air, and the still-quick sound of her breathing from the exertion of our fight, and everything that happened after.
I’m amazed she’d been able to fight so well at all, considering the drug that would have still been at least partially in her system. I feel my cock twitch at the memory, and then a sharp jolt of pain.
She’s going to regret that.I adjust myself, wincing. She’d managed to get in her blows, but I’ll make sure she pays for every single one of them.
As soon as the food is ready, I put it on two plates, with a knife and fork beside Natalia’s. There’s a hot corned beef sandwich and chips on each plate, and I see her eyes flick hungrily to it as I set it down on the table in front of her. Her hands are bound to the sides of the chair, and there’s no way she can reach it, not even if she tried to lean down and take a bite out of it. I’ve made sure to put it just out of her reach.
I sit down next to her, taking a large bite out of my own sandwich. “Mm. Delicious. I’ve really learned how to cook over the years, you know? There was a time when I spent most of my time getting my meals out, but there’s just really something about a home-cooked meal with good ingredients that can’t be beat. And since I don’t have anyone to cook for me, I’ve learned to do for myself. Self-sufficiency really is a valuable skill. But you know all about that by now, don’t you, Natalia?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “That’s not my name.”
I clench my teeth, fighting back the sudden jolt of frustration that makes me want to reach out and slap her again. “You can keep playing this game if you want,” I tell her flatly. “But it will only make it so much worse for you, the longer you keep carrying on like this.”
“You keep saying that.” She tosses her tangled hair back, looking at me defiantly. “But I think you’ll do whatever you have planned for me anyway, no matter what I say. You have the wrong person. So, whatever. Do your worst.”
I nod towards the sandwich. I can see her struggling not to look, but her eyes flick towards it, as if she can’t help herself. “I know you’re hungry. Answer my questions, and for every one that I think you’ve answered truthfully, I’ll feed you a bite. How’s that for generosity?”
