Page 46 of Bloody Lace

She’s turned on by this. There’s no doubt, and the sight of her wet folds makes my cock throb painfully. When I bring down the tenth stroke, her cry of pain turns into a sobbing moan, and I feel my control, stretched to its brink, snap.

I stop, lowering the belt to my side. “What was that,l’vitsa?” I murmur, every word half-strangled with desire. “It almost sounds like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“No.” Evelyn bites out the word, but when I raise the belt, dragging it along the curve of her hip, she lets out a whimper. I see her thighs squeeze together, and I feel almost dizzy with need.

“Don’t lie to me.” I bring the belt down again, hard against her reddened flesh, and Evelyn cries out, her back arching involuntarily as her thighs clench again. “I can see how wet you are.”

I shouldn’t touch her like this. I shouldn’t touch her at all. But I can’t stop myself from dragging the belt down the outside of her thigh, up over the soft folds of her pussy, watching as the edge of the leather darkens with her arousal. “I didn’t know this would turn you on.” I drag the belt up, higher, back over her flushed, marked skin as I crack it across her skin for the twelfth stroke.

Evelyn cries out the number, her knuckles white as she grips the desk, and this time her hips arch, her cry ending on another whimpering moan. My vision narrows, my cock so hard I can hardly think, and the only thought pounding through my headis that this is the second time in as many days that Evelyn has driven me to this point.

But this is even worse than last night. Worse than undoing her wedding dress one button at a time, watching it reveal the delicate line of her back to me. Now she’s bent over in front of me, wet and whimpering, her ass red from my belt and her pussy dripping, and my self-control is fraying, snapping, all of my thoughts centered on how badly I need her.

The belt drops from my hand, the buckle hitting the wooden floor with a hardclank. Before I know it, I’m behind her, one hand yanking open the fly of my trousers as I grip the hot flesh of her hip with the other, my thumb pressing into one of the streaks of red as I palm my cock free.

“Fuck, Evelyn,” I hiss, stroking my fist along the length of my cock, watching as she shudders in front of me. “Look at you. Wet and begging for it. You want my cock, don’t you? You want me to fuck you, just like this.”

I wait for her to say no. For her to tell me to fuck off. For her to sayanythingthat can cut through the haze of lust, and make me stop.

But she only whimpers, her cheek resting against the wood of the desk as her eyes roll back towards me, and her hips arch up, a gasping moan slipping from her lips as I lean forward to meet her. The swollen head of my cock presses against her hot, wet flesh, on the verge of slipping inside of her, and I grit my teeth as she moans again.

“Tell me to stop, Evelyn,” I warn. “Tell me, or?—”

Her hands flex against the desk, another gasp coming from her perfect lips as I push forward just a little, just enough to feel her soft folds start to slide around my sensitive tip, and when she arches back, when I feel her shudder, I can’t stop myself any longer.

I grab her hips with both hands, fingers gripping her tightly, and I thrust.

The tight heat is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head, a primal groan of pleasure tearing from my lips as I sink into her to the hilt. She envelops every inch of my cock, so fucking tight, so wet, a perfect fit around my thick length, and her head lifts as she cries out, her hips bucking as mine press tightly against her ass.

“Fuck,” I rasp, holding myself there for one ecstatic second before I start to slide out again. “You look so fucking good, taking my cock. So fucking beautiful—” I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as good as Evelyn right now, her back arched slightly, her plush ass streaked red from her punishment, her pussy stretched around my cock. Her hair is a mess, and I want to reach out and tangle my hands in it, but I want to hold onto her more, to feel the shape of her pressing into my palms as I watch myself pull out until only my tip is still inside of her, and then I thrust again.

She cries out, a broken moan as I pick up a rhythm, long, slow strokes that grow faster with every slap of my hips against her. I slide one hand beneath her hip, fingers grazing over the sharp edge of bone and the taut skin of her abdomen as I slip them lower, down between her soft folds, my cock throbbing as I feel that she’s all but bare. There’s only a thin strip of hair above her folds, and I skate my fingertips over it before slipping them between, against her swollen clit.

Evelyn bucks against me at that first touch, a cry of pleasure tearing from her lips as she clenches around me. Just that nearly makes me come undone, her tight pussy somehow tighter still as she arches and grips me, pulling me deeper. Her body wants me, isbeggingfor more, and I want to give it to her more than I want to fucking breathe.

The only thing keeping me from losing control of my orgasm is the fact that, even through my desperate haze of lust, I want to make her come, too. The sensation of her slick, swollen clit under my fingertips only makes it that much harder for me to hold back, the sound of her mewling whimpers as she arches back against me driving me wild. She’s everything I fantasized about and more, everything I imagined.

Evelyn gasps, grinding against my hand, and I can tell that she’s lost control, too. I have no idea what the fallout will be when this is all over, when we’ve both come back to our senses, but there’s no doubt in my mind that she wants this. That she wants the pleasure I’m offering her, that right now, in this moment at least, she wantsme.

She’s willful, and disobedient, and she talks to me like she doesn’t know who I am. But right now, she’smine. And it’s fucking intoxicating.

“Come for me,” I growl, leaning down as my hips thrust against her, my fingers working in small, tight circles over her clit. It’s an order, but it’s also a plea, because I don’t know how much longer I can take this. She feels like hot velvet clenched around me, every thrust exquisite torture, and I desperately want to feel her come on my cock before I let go. But I’m on the edge, heat blazing up my spine as I struggle not to come before I decide to.

She moans, lifting her head for just a moment as her back arches, her hips pressing down into the rhythmic strokes of my hand. “Dimitri,” she gasps, just as I feel her body go rigid, and she lets out a ragged shriek of pleasure and tightens around me.

“Fuck—oh, fuckinghell—” I groan as she ripples around me, her orgasm making her clench rhythmically around my cock as she comes, her hips grinding back against mine as she writhes beneath me, and I lose all control.

My cock throbs, the first hot spurt of my cum filling her as I revel in the feeling of her coming against me, on me, the sound of her moans as she comes undone, and the pleasure overwhelms me. I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard, throb after throb of white-hot ecstasy, and I keep rubbing her clit as I thrust myself as deeply into her as I go, holding myself there surrounded by her wet heat as I fill her with my cum.

It’s exquisite, and I never want it to end. I’ve never had sex this good, never felt anything like this, this desperate release, the fulfillment of what I’ve needed so badly. I drop down against her, feeling the damp heat of her lower back against my abdomen where our clothes have ridden up, and I’m seized by the urge, as I rock against her, to rip every shred of both of our clothing off and do it again.

I could fuck her endlessly. But as the last shocks of pleasure recede and I feel Evelyn tense underneath me, I know that’s not going to happen.

More than likely, I’m never going to get to fuck her again.

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EVELYN

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