Page 111 of Dmitri

Thisis what I needed. To surrender wholly to a monster who could tear me in two.

I hope whoever is watching on camera is taking notes. This is how you fuck a woman.

I want Dmitri to take my ass, but it feels too good the way he slams into my pussy to tell him I want something else. My body’s a live wire—crackling and zapping. Sweat pours down my temples. My hair sticks to my back and face. I feel sick and dizzy and so happy I could die.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he says, slamming into me.

Not a chance. If I say the name, he’ll know who has power over me and I’m not about to give him that satisfaction.

Slap! Dmitri spanks my sore ass and rubs away the burn. “Fuck, you look so good with my handprints on you.” He spanks me again.

I come on the bench.Again.

Choking out a half-sob, half-groan, I grind against the leather like a mindless animal while he rails me. I can’t catch my breath. The world’s so foggy. I wanted to be fucked into oblivion and Dmitri is delivering.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up,” he warns. “And you’re going to take it all. You’re going to squeeze and hold me in there. Isn’tthat right?”

“Yes, King.”

He lifts one leg, balancing it next to my ribs, and fucks me so hard my vision goes white. Then he roars with his release, and I feel him jerk inside me, a heat blooming in my core as he unloads.

“Squeeze it,” he orders.

I try to remember how to make my body work and clamp around him.

Dmitri hisses between clenched teeth and groans. “That’s my good girl.”

He pulls out slowly, and I lay like a limp noodle on the bench while he unties me. I’m exhausted. Spent. Boneless. I’m not even sure if I’m still human at this point.

“Up we go,” he says, but he carries me over to the St. Andrew's cross instead of the bed like I assumed he would.

Oh my god, we’re doingmore?

“You better hold my cum inside you, Firefly.” He lifts one of my arms and fastens it to the cuff. “Or I’ll have to strap you back on the bench and fill you up all over again.”

My knees almost give out. How does he even have any fluids left?

Lightly chuckling, Dmitri ties my other wrist up and then nudges my legs open. Reaching between my thighs, he runs his fingers along my pussy lips. “So wet.” With his eyebrow arched, his tone deepens. “Is that you or me that’s got you drenched?” He shoves his finger into his mouth, tasting it. “Mmmm. That’s you.”

I sag against the restraints.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re freshly fucked.” Dmitri nips my neck and runs his hands all over my body. The contrast of gentle and rough, sweet and savage, does things to me.

“You’re doing so well for me, Daelyn. Can you keep going?”

Yes. No. Maybe so. I nod. “Mmmph.”

“Use your words.”

“Yes, King.” I don’t even sound like me anymore.

“Good girl.” He leaves me strapped and stranded while he plucks a few toys from the wall. I don’t even care what they are, I just want to keep going until I collapse.

“Eyes on me,” he says, suddenly in front of me again. “Let me see those ocean eyes, baby.”

I flutter them open, swaying against the cross. My eyelids feel so heavy, and my legs are rubber.

He drags a riding crop along the sides of my breasts, tapping them with a sharp but light crack. My nipples harden instantly.

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