Page 5 of Take Me

“You’ll become such a good little whore, taking whatever cock I give you. Both mine and whatever men I whore you out to. You’ll be such a horny little slut that you won’t be able to think about anything else.” Nikolai strokes his knuckles along my cheek, and I aim my blurry eyes up at him to find his expression firm with a dark promise that looks terrifyingly sincere. But I know the words are only meant to degrade and drive my lust, so I just moan my agreement, barely knowing what he’s saying anyway.

It’s only when he pulls out and starts masturbating in front of my face that some of the fog clears up. Surprised, I blink up at him and down at his moving hand. I thought he’d come in my mouth, but he clearly has other intentions, and his cock isn’t even aimed at my head, but at the floor.

“Spread your legs,” he demands.

I obey, and disappointment bears down on me as I realize he’s going to come on the floor between my legs. It seems almost cruel after everything he just put me through, preparing my throat to take him. It’s like I’m not worthy of him, and emotions well up inside me as I stare from my parted legs to his pumping hand and up at his emotionless face.

Nikolai tightens his grip on my hair when I try to look away from his cock. “Watch it!”

I press my lips together as I try to rein in an acute sense of defeat, but a tear slips from my eyes anyway. It only seems to drive his lust. He lets out a groan and picks up speed, and his grip on my hair becomes so hard that I yelp as he shoots his cum onto the floor. Right between my legs. A cruel statement.

“Did you really think you deserved to taste my orgasm?” He yanks my hair back, forcing me to face his cruel expression. It’s like seeing an entirely different man than the one who held me tenderly only a little while ago. I feel dirty and wrong, sitting here at the foot of a stranger and letting him degrade me like this. I have no idea what I’m doing.

I’m about to break into tears, but Nikolai breaks me from the hurt with a sharp command. “Lick it up.”

My eyes go wide. “Wh—what?”

He sinks to his haunches in front of me, still holding my hair, and speaks in a frighteningly low tone that weighs the words down with his Russian accent. “I said. Lick. It. Up.”

He shoves my head into the pool of cum, and I dart my tongue out to lap it up. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I feel warped and depraved, but his command has blotted out what little ability to think was left in my mind. So I keep licking like a mindless beast as he smears my head around in the pool of our juices.

“Such a good little bitch.” His words are as full of taunt as praise, and the combination drives me deeper into the base state where I’m nothing but his to use. It’s as harrowing as it’s freeing, and I keep whimpering and sniffling even as my body thrums with desire.

When he finally lets me sit up on my knees again, I just stare at him, unable to care about the sticky mess on my face and my runny nose.

“Such a dirty little girl.” He tuts and swipes a thumb through the mess on my face. “Come here, mysweetLisichka,” he says, calling me the Russian diminutive for fox as hepulls me into his arms, and I mold my body into his like I was made to be there. A peace unlike anything I’ve ever felt settles over me as he strokes my hair and holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

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Two days later, Nikolai has his driver take us to the train station to send me off to the Carpathian Mountains and let me enjoy the vacation I had planned.

The sun is setting beyond the tracks as we walk hand in hand toward the far end of the platform to get a little privacy while we wait for my train.

A twisty, wistful sort of feeling tightens my stomach and mixes with the butterflies that have been flapping constantly for a week. I clasp Nikolai’s big hand in an effort to alleviate the queasiness.

“You’re awfully quiet.” He sets my backpack and a plastic bag with some mysterious contents on the concrete ground and presses a reassuring hand to my arm. “I don’t think I’ve seen you this quiet since I met you.” He makes this amused lift of his eyebrows. “Not even when I was inside you.”

My cheeks heat. I’m a bit of a screamer. At least with Nikolai. My throat is still raw from all the staggering orgasms he’s given me.

I give him a careful smile. “I was quiet when you took my breath.”

His amusement fades and gives way to something dark and threatening. Lifting his fingers to my neck, he grazes the hollow at my windpipe and watches my throat bob as I gulp. “Thatmade you very quiet.”

I tip my head back a little, baring the vulnerable spot to this stranger. I know it’s reckless, but I trust him. If he wanted to harm me, he had plenty of chances.

“I’ll do that again.” He moves his eyes back to mine, leveling me with a serious expression. “But there are a few things you need to learn first.”

“Like what?”

His nostrils flare with something feral that sends a surge of fear through me. It’s the same sensation I’ve felt over and over again through the last week, but instead of letting it fester in my chest, I let it roll on to gather in heated throbs between my legs.

“You’ll see. All in good time.”

I sigh. I don’t want to see ‘in good time.’ I want it all right now.

“Come here.” With an arm around my waist, he pulls me into him and wraps me in a tight hug.

This time, my sigh is peaceful. As quickly as he can set my pulse pounding with fear, he can make it settle into a tranquil rhythm. I fold my arms between us and soak up the feeling of his strong, wide chest and inhale his rich, earthy scent that makes me think of pine trees and wet moss. One of my favorite scents in the world.

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