Page 26 of Take Me

He gives the chain a tug so hard that it shoves the air from my lungs—and feeds the pulsating sensations around his fingers.

He holds me dangerously close, his hot breath fanning my ear as he drags his fingers in and out at a maddeningly slow pace.“You know, most girls here would hate this. Right until the moment I break them. But you. You truly are special. You don’t need no breaking to become a good littleshlyukha.” He lets out a groan that rumbles in my ear and sends shivers coursing down my spine. “Such a shameyour hands are caught. You’d love to feel how hard my cock is.”

I deny ardently with a headshake, but I’m not sure I mean it. I’m not sure about anything at this moment.

“No? Luckily, there’s another way to find out.”

With a sudden motion, he grabs me by the arms and flips me over. I gasp as I land stomach-down on the mattress with my head trapped in the vise of his hand around my nape. I flail my legs on each side of him as the scratch of a zipper intrudes upon my senses with a foreboding warning.

“Dorin,” he calls out as he drags his hard length over my opening.

“Stop,” I gasp, writhing to break the contact, panting louder with the knowledge that he’s about to force himself upon me.

The creak of iron and heavy steps announce Dorin, and a crackle of violence thickens the air.

“Hold her head and lube her ass.” Mikhail releases my nape as a rough, calloused hand presses down on my head, pinning me in place.

Dorin must have come prepared. A second later, a plastic lid pops open, and I squirm at the horrible sensation of cold lube trickling down between my ass cheeks.

There’s a swoosh in the air as Mikhail pulls off his belt. Lifting me by the waist, he makes quick work of strapping it around my hips—a simple harness that keeps me suspended. He hands it to Dorin and presses his huge erection against my pussy. I think he’s going to push right in, but instead, he slides the head up and down between my slick lips, spreading my juices over my clit, taunting me with my own need.

Electricity crackles through my nerves, building and building until I’m bucking and moaning like a cat in heat.

A thumb at my ass has me going wild. “No, no, no!” I jerk against the strap and shove forward to break the mortifying connection. But I remain stuck—ass in the air, arms trapped under my chest, and head pinned to the mattress. Every tiny movement drives my helplessness deeper into my mind until it’s all that exists. And fuck if it doesn’t feed the crazed desire even more.

Mikhail holds his thumb at the edge for a while, letting me feel every little nuance of my defeat. And when he begins to rub the sensitive rim at my narrow opening, I can’t resist the sudden burst of sensation.

My moans grow longer, my movements more jerky as the need to come blasts through my body with a force that threatens to burst something.

“Beg for my cock,” Mikhail rasps. He pops the tip of his thumb inside and holds it there as he rubs his full length back and forth against my other opening. I think he’s struggling not to take me, and a thought flickers through my mind.I could refuse just to let him suffer.

But whatever little capacity to think I have left dies a quick death the moment he shoves the head of his cock inside, sending a maddening burst of sensation straight to my core.

“Do it,” he demands, clamping a hand onto my hip.

Groaning, I push back, but his grip prevents even the slightest movement. I’m stuck in this torturous position, aching to feel the full length of him slide against my walls, filling me to the brim. There’s only one thing I can do—only one thing that will put an end to this maddening desire. So I do just that. “Please, take me,” I beg.

“Not good enough.” He withdraws, removing both his cock and his thumb, and desperation has me hurling out the words he wants to hear without a shed of care for my dignity.

“Please, Sir, please fuck me. Please let me feel your cock.”

“The bitch is learning,” Dorin mocks, but all I hear is Mikhail’s deep growl as he slams into me.

I let out a moan from deep within my stomach, but Dorin muffles the sound as he shoves my head deeper into the mattress. I gasp for air and push my head against his hand as I only manage a small breath through the side of my mouth. But Dorin only pushes harder, snuffing out my breath entirely as my head sinks into the mattress.

I don’t know what’s happening. I’m desperate and scared, writhing and struggling with panic, yet my desire keeps building with each futile jerk.

Mikhail positions his thumb at my ass, and I scream into the mattress as sensation bursts through my system, sending me straight to the edge.

“Come!” Mikhail demands as he shoves his thumb into my ass, and I convulse and jerk as I come apart in the most intense orgasm of my life. I scream into the mattress and buck so hard my legs lift into the air, leaving me suspended in the strap. Dorin eases the pressure just enough to let me draw in a sliver of air, and I keep screaming between staggered inhales.

Mikhail picks up speed, pounding into me so hard that he has me jerking back and forth against the belt. He grows painfully thick inside me, stretching my sensitive walls around him as he slams deep into me. I’m not sure if he prolongs my orgasm or sends me exploding into another. The pleasure keeps rolling, shooting through my nerves, sending my entire system into overdrive as I strain against the mittens, desperate for something to grab onto as he shoots his load inside me.

When he pulls out, I’m a sweaty, panting mess, jerking and twitching as the final currents of the orgasm settle down.

As the pleasure draws back, I become aware of other sensations in my body. The strap biting into my skin, the sharp ache in my twisted neck, and the fatigue. The burn in my tongue and in my ass. I wince as I adjust my legs on the mattress, trying to take some weight off the strap, and I push against Dorin’s hand to turn my head. But I remain stuck, and claustrophobic panic creeps under my skin, clutching my lungs and infesting my brain.

“Please,” I beg, but the mattress takes the word, and Dorin just presses harder, drowning my mouth in the foamy material. “Please,” I repeat in a frail voice as I gasp for precious air.

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