Page 31 of Forced Bratva Wife

But then, a wonderful, terrible idea bloomed in my mind.

“Don’t move.”

Parker looked over her shoulder at me, a visible whine on her face. God, I loved it.

I hurried over to where I’d taken off my pants in the closet and retrieved my belt. As I walked back, Parker’s eyes went wide. Folding the belt to create a loop, I laid a few gentle slaps across her ass—Parker’s yelps melting into moans with each one—until her skin was the prettiest shade of pink.

“Look at you wearing my marks so well.” I smacked once more, and Parker impressed me all the more as she continued to keep her position. “Good little sinner.”

Running my thumb over the subtle ridges created by my belt, I beamed at the heat in her skin. I licked across the feverish pink, making Parker whimper and quiver. Smirking down at her, I stroked over my cock, smearing my precum from the head to the base. Now, now we were ready.

Taking Parker’s hands, I wrapped my belt around them as I held her wrists to the bedpost. Drawing the free end around, I buckled it closed, binding her to the wood. She was wonderfully secured to the bed, kneeling with her hips up, and I crawled up behind her, leveling my aching erection at her pussy once more.

“Cry out for me, little one.” I smacked across the fresh welts. “I want your voice echoing off the damn walls.”

I thrust in, and Parker obeyed like my good little girl, screaming as I bottomed out. Her sweet pussy was so tight, and she clamped harder around me as I pumped in and out. The slick grip on my cock was intoxicating, and my head fell back as I started up a punishing rhythm.

Parker’s moans were near-constant, her fingers wrapped around the bedpost as I drilled into her. She bucked hard as I sunk in as deep as possible, and I reached around her hip for her clit. Stroking roughly, I rocked forward, circling my hips so I could hit every bit of her.

“Please! Please, Lev!”

She fucked against me, her body ravenous for another orgasm. I smirked, slapping lightly against her clit.

“Please, what, little one?”

Her walls squeezed, her head dropping between her arms. The next thrust brought it up again, and Parker whimpered as I slowed my pace to a crawl. Watching my cock disappear into her, I swelled with pride as I noticed the proof that I’d been the first to claim her.

Oh fuck, yes, little devil. Paint me in your destroyed innocence.

“You bastard! No!” She shoved back against me, rolling her hips to rub the head of my cock against the deepest parts of her. Her wrists pulled against the leather binding them, and I adored the red of her skin beneath the belt—adored my marks on her.

“Ugh,” Parker groaned as she tried to draw out her orgasm.

I chuckled. “Hungry, little brat.” I thrust hard, but just once. “Say it. Beg me.”

With a growl, Parker’s hips still circling to seek out any pleasure she could steal, she eyed me over her shoulder.

“Lev.” She tried to keep a bit of her pride in her voice, but I could hear the desperation bleeding through, and I cocked a brow, smirking. “Please! I want to come. Please. I’m…I’m begging you.”

Leaning forward, driving myself so damn deep, I grabbed her hair, wrapping it around my fist as I pulled her head back and whispered to her.

“That’s a good girl.”

With that, I let go of everything that might have been holding me back, pummeling her with my passionate onslaught. I fucked with abandon, with everything in my being. Deep down, I knew I had never given myself over to it like this before.

Because no one else had been her.

Parker cried out, her pussy fluttering around my cock as she fell apart. It was the best damn feeling in the world, and I bottomed out against her over and over. The telltale burn roared through my erection, my very soul, and I pushed harder, demanding every ounce of pleasure from Parker’s body.

She quivered, her legs trembling, and with my free hand—the one not blissfully tangled in her curls—I scooped under her leg, angling Parker so I could flick her clit as I reached new depths.

“Fuck!” She screamed.

My head fell back, and a growl tore through me. My dick thickened all the more, and I crashed over the edge into oblivion. The orgasm raked through me like hot coals, tearing me apart even as it felt better than any I’d had. I pumped into Parker, flooding her with my spend until her tight pussy had milked every damn drop.

The world resolidified, and I released Parker’s hair, my eyes roaming her naked body.

I could barely stand, and I let my head fall to Parker’s back as we both gasped for air. When I could, I pulled back up, admiring the way Parker hung on her wrists, utterly destroyed. She was a wicked, lovely little thing.

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