Page 73 of Endless Love

“So fucking wet,” he groans. “My good little dove. All nice and wet for my cock. But you won’t get that yet. Not until you tell me what I need to hear.”

He reaches for the knife again, and I shudder as I feel the cold metal slide under the edge of my panties, tracing the taut flesh of my abdomen as he cuts the fabric away. I let out a small, helpless moan as he tosses it aside, pushing my thighs wider as he traces the knife tip over the swollen folds of my pussy.

“You need to come so badly, don’t you, dove?” Ivan murmurs, his voice thick with lust. I shudder as I look down at him, kneeling between my legs, the mask still on as he tugs his glove back on and switches the knife to his left hand. Those gloved fingers stroke over my folds, a soft touch following the stinging caress of the knife, and I let out another whimper, my legs opening of their own accord now.

I can feel how wet I am. I’m drenched, throbbing, aching for him. I need to come desperately, and I can tell that he’s going to draw it out. That he’s going to make me beg.

His gloved fingertips brush over my clit, and I gasp, a sobbing sound tearing from my throat.

“You’d come right now for me if I let you. But I want to hear it, Charlotte.” Ivan’s voice is sharp, rough beneath the mask. “Iwant to hear you beg. I want to hear everything I’ve been asking for, and then I’ll let you come. Then I’ll give you what you need.”

Somehow, I find my voice. “What do Ineed?” I snap sarcastically, trying to find my anger, my hurt. I try to drag it up through the desire, but I want him too badly, and it’s hard to find. “If you knew what Ineeded, you would never have chased me down. Not then, and not tonight?—”

I gasp as two of Ivan’s gloved fingers push inside of me, spearing me firmly as he curls them, hooking me on his hand as his thumb starts to rub over my clit. “I knew what you needed that first night,” he growls, rocking his hand against me so that I feel the thickness of his fingers inside of me, the leather adding to the sensation. “I knew what no one else had given you. I made you come all over my face, harder than any other man ever made you come. And I gave you other things you needed, too. I’ve done a lot that was wrong, Charlotte—” He thrusts his fingers, hard, and I cry out. “But I’ve always known what you needed. And tonight, you’re going to give me whatIneed. And then I’ll make you come on my cock, just like you’ve been begging. I’ll make you come until you can’t walk, and then I’ll take you home.”

Home.“That filthy motel isn’t home,” I spit, the words coming out weaker than I’d like as Ivan keeps fingering me, rolling his thumb over my clit. “You can’t take me home.”

“Fine.” His voice is laced with anger now, too. “I’ll take you back with me. But first, Charlotte—” His gloved thumb presses against my clit, and then slides away. I feel the sharp prick of the knife against it, and I cry out, fear and arousal mingling in the echoing sound of pleasure as Ivan holds the knife to my clit with one hand, his fingers thrusting hard with the other. “Beg me to make you come.”

“I’m—I can’t—I’m going to—” Every muscle is wound tight, and I’m on the verge of tipping over, the pleasure rushing through me to its apex. I open my mouth, crying out as I feelthe tide swell up—and then Ivan suddenly jerks his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and hollow, only the knifepoint still pressed to me.

“No! Please, please—” I feel actual tears welling in my eyes, my body writhing at the loss of the orgasm. “Ivan!”

“That’s how I feel,” he growls. “Every time you refuse to tell me that you believe me. Every time you rip my fucking heart out, Charlotte, again and again. You’re the only woman I’ve ever really given a shit about. The only woman I’ve ever opened up to. I fucked up getting you, and I fucking know it, but I can’t be sorry. I can’t fucking be sorry, because if I hadn’t done it, I wouldn’t have ever gotten to know the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

His fingers thrust into me again, hard and relentless. “Fucking beg for it, dove.”

My mind is a fog, the need shoving out everything else, even the fact that I could swear I just heard him say he loved me. I want to ask—but all that comes out is a sobbing moan as I give in, and I beg.

“Just make me come. Please, Ivan. Please make me come. I need it, please?—”

He leans in, the slick, cold mask brushing against my face as he rotates the knife point delicately against my clit, his fingers curling in a rough counterpoint inside of me. “Then come for me, dove.”

The orgasm explodes through me. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open, the visual of Ivan leaning over me, pinning me to the chair as he makes me come between the knife and his fingers only intensifying the sensation. My legs splay open, my hips bucking upwards, pain and pleasure jolting through me together as I scream his name, crying out with the force of it.

I’ve never come like that in my life. I’m still gasping, my pussy clenching as he yanks his fingers out of me and jerksme up off of the chair, my hands still tied behind my back as Ivan shoves me forward towards the mirrors. His hand on my shoulder, he pushes me up against one, the glass cold against my cheek as I hear the sound of his zipper coming down.

His thick, swollen cockhead presses between my slick folds, and he groans. He leans in, his tip pressed to my entrance, and I see the hovering shape of the mask over his face reflected in all the mirrors as he looks at me.

“You want this, too, little dove,” he murmurs. “You want me to fuck you like this. You want me filling you up. You want to watch me fuck you, reflected like this, so you can see yourself come all over my cock.”

“Yes,” I whimper, too far gone to deny it any longer. “Yes, please?—”

“Then tell me.” He rocks against me, his cock so close to slipping inside. Only his other hand on my hip, holding me firmly in place, keeps me from rocking back and taking him inside of me. “Tell me you believe it’s real. Tell me that you know I didn’t mean to hurt you. Tell me you know that I’ve tried—” His voice cracks, and I don’t think it’s with anger this time. “I fucking love you, Charlotte,” he whispers. “Tell me you know.”

I close my eyes for one brief second, and then I open them again. And I finally, finally tell him the truth, too.

“I know.”

Ivan’s hips snap forward, his cock sinking into me to the hilt in one hard thrust. I cry out from the stretch of it, thick and long and rock-hard, and Ivan moans, shuddering as he sinks in as far as he can go and holds himself there for a moment. “Hang on, little dove,” he whispers, and he yanks at the rope, untying my hands. “Brace yourself. Because I’m going to fuck you hard.”

I only have a second to brace my hands against the mirror in front of me before Ivan makes good on his promise. He yanks me back with one hand on my hip, bending me over further ashe starts to thrust, slamming into me. I cry out as he picks up his pace, fucking me harder than he ever has before, one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip as he slams into me again and again. A stream of moans spills from my lips, the feeling of his thick cock pummeling me pushing me close to another orgasm, and the fact that I can see it all, reflected all around me, only adds to the pleasure.

Ivan slides his hand down, his fingers stroking over my clit. “I’m not going to last long,” he growls. “Come all over my fucking cock, dove. Let me feel you fucking squeeze it before I fill you up.”

That’s all it takes. My back bows as I scream his name, the sound echoing for a second time as I clench around him, rippling along the straining length as Ivan’s groan fills the air, his hips snapping hard against my ass. “Fuck, fuck—” he moans, and then he thrusts forward hard, his hands squeezing me almost painfully as he shudders, and I feel a hot, spurting warmth filling me. “Fuck, I have to come in you, I have to?—”

I’m not even thinking about what a terrible fucking idea that is. I’m not thinking about anything other than how it feels, how the throbbing of his orgasm tips me over into a third, smaller climax, how I can feel him spurting as I clench around him, how he’s filling me so full that I can already feel his cum dripping down my legs. I feel his fingers roll over my clit again, sliding down as if to catch the cum dripping out of me, and then as his cock slides free I feel his two gloved fingers push inside, holding his cum there as he reaches down to tug my panties up.

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