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She lifts and turns her head, leaning forward with her lips puckered already. Softly she presses her lips to the worn black leather of my boot.

“Clean it, Magdalena. That pretty pussy of yours is soaked with desire.”

Her little pink tongue slips out from between her plump lips and laps up the bit of juice not already dried. She takes long licks and leans farther into my boot, rising her ass farther in the air.

She’s not hating this.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise her when she moves back into position, her cheek once again pressed to the floor.

Squatting down, I brush her hair from her face, so I can see her more clearly. Her cheeks are flushed again. No, she didn’t hate it.

“You’ve been very good this morning, my girl.” I switch to my own language, knowing she understands me. There’s a smile tugging at her lips, but she fights against it. Running the back of my hand along her jawline, I watch her internal struggle in silence. “I’m going to reward you.”

Her legs, which were still parted, snap together and I laugh. “None of that now. If I want to touch you there, you know I will.”

Tension seizes her body. She’s afraid I’ll force her again. I may have eased some of the terror from her with caring for her yesterday afternoon, but I haven’t erased the act. Nothing I do will ever remove it from her memory. It will haunt her nightmares forever if she lets it. And it’s my fault - I put the horror there.

“I have a treat for you.” I leave her where she is and go to my closet. When I return, her eyes are closed, and her eyelashes are wet. She’s trying her best not to cry but failing.

“Kneel up.” I don’t comment on the tears. Those are hers to keep. “A vibrator,” I announce sounding stupidly like some kid at show and tell. Clearing my throat, I hold it out for her.

She takes the U-shaped toy from me and looks it over. It’s shaped perfectly to fit around her body, to stimulate her clit all the way to her asshole.

I squat down and pluck it from her, showing her how it works. “It cups your body,” I say and point out the switch. “There’s where it gets turned on.”

When she remains silent, I reach down between her legs and get the toy situated for her. She jerks when the thin elongated edge snuggles between her ass cheeks, but she doesn’t try to move out of my reach. I know she’s still sore there, but I also know a little bite of pain will help her.

Once it’s in place, I run my hand up her body, over her taut stomach, and over her breasts. Her nipples harden beneath my touch, and I take my time rolling them between my fingers and massaging her tits. Her body responds to my touch like it understands she owns nothing at the moment, but it’s her mind I want. I want her full submission.

She’s watching my face as I fondle her, like she’s trying to figure me out. Good luck.

“You’re going to ride my boot with the vibrator on. It will help give more friction, you’ll see - and you’ll like it.”

She huffs. “I won’t like anything you do to me.”

I let my lips curl in a slow smile. “Little liar. You’re also going to wrap these pretty lips.” I pause to run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Around my cock until I come down your throat.”

Again, she freezes. “And if I don’t want to - you’ll force me.” Those damn tears. They seem to irritate her as much as me though, and she swipes them away with the back of her hand.

“No.” I wipe away a missed tear running down her cheek. “No more forcing.” It’s a promise I’ve never made before, but I’ll keep it. I won’t force her. There are other ways to gain her cooperation, other methods that bring pleasure to us both.

“But defiance will be punished, Magdalena.” Another promise, not any less true than the first.

She blinks, and her throat works as she swallows. A snarky response is rolling around that pretty head of hers, but she’s learned enough to keep it from rolling off her tongue.

I slide my foot closer to her and grab her hair, yanking her forward until she positions herself on me. Lifting my toes up, I reach down and flick the switch on the vibrator.

Her moan is almost instant.

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Ihave to stop reacting to him. But the vibrations run over my clit at the perfect speed and when he lifts his foot again, it presses down hard. The friction - oh fuck the friction. And the vibrations are moving through the whole device, over my entrance, and over my ass.

“There - see, good girl.” He’s speaking in Russian. With his free hand, he unbuckles his belt and pulls his zipper down. His cock bobs, smacking me in the mouth. He groans, like the sight of it turns him on.

I won’t blame him for it, this time.

He said he wouldn’t force me. I look at his thick cock in front of me and play with the idea of denying him. Testing his word. Except he wiggles his foot and another round of intense sensations rock my body.

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