Page 22 of Corrupted Guilt

I ignore these thoughts – it’s not like my brain has had such a great track record lately. My kiss is desperate, needy, and I get nothing in return from him. He’s the way he was earlier tonight, helping with my bath – distant, cold, controlled. Everything I don’t want him to be right now.

I need him the way he was that night under the willow tree.

“I’m trying not to confuse you with sex right now, kiska but you’re not making this easy on me.”

“I don’t want you easy, I want you hard,” my voice is rough, desperate. I expect Yuri to make fun of me for such a lame come-on, but he must be feeling charitable tonight. I arch my back to press myself against him, the pain reawakens but I ignore that too. He’s hard as a rock and that makes me want him even more.

“I want Tasha to protect me when you can’t,” I whisper in his ear. “I see how I need her, now.”

“That’s a start,” he says, still cool and restrained. “What else do you want?”

“... You.”

“Tell me,” he commands.

“I want you, inside me. Right now. I want you hard and mean like the night under the willow tree, I want you to fuck me so I can stop thinking and just go to sleep I want that—I mightneedit.”

His eyes darken with desire, “Are you going to listen to me from now on? Complete obedience?” His voice is rougher, still controlled but less easily. I’m getting to him.

And I know how to get to him even more. I smile at that and shake my head.

He holds my neck and pushes me back onto my bed, “Tonight you will,” he promises.

I try to run my hands over his body, but he grabs my wrists and pins them down on the bed and kneels over me.

“Tonight, you will, right Kat?” he growls at me.

I nodded.

“Yuri,” I moan. “Just… please ...”

“Please what?” he growls, his rough voice almost angry. That turns me on even more. I roll my hips towards him, but he doesn’t meet my hips with his, he wants me, I know that, I can feel how much he wants me, but he insists on torturing me.

“You need me to make you come again, is that it?” his rough voice whispers in my ear.

I nod, again forcing my hips open for him, desperate now for him to be in me, “Yes, please, it worked earlier, … kind of …”

“You touched yourself tonight?” He asks, incredulously. This might be the first thing I’ve ever done that has genuinely surprised him.

I nodded.

“Thinking about me?”

I nodded again.

“Good,” he says.

Then all thoughts were driven from my mind. He began fucking me with long, deep motions of his hips. His dick slipped down until just the glance of him sent a charge through me.

“Want to get fucked? Want it bad?" he demanded.

"Stop playing with me! Fill me up. I... I'm going mad!"

"Sounds like you want this!"

He punctuated his last word with a sharp inward movement of his hips.

The feeling of power he had over me increased. My pussy gripped his dick like it would never let him go.

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