Page 30 of Vasily the Nail

She has to purse her lips as she shakes her head, but we both know the truth.

“Now look at me, open mouth, push with tongue.”

She does exactly as I ask. The white, foamy goop flows over her bottom lip, drooling all over her chest. It takes everything in me to step away to let everyone else see the way it clingsand slides, translucent ribbons spanning from her lips and chin to her chest and nipples. Some of the mess pools in her navel. When that overflows, it slips right down into her dark triangle of pubic hair.

It’s already damp and glistening.

“Now let’s get you baby.”

“What? No!” she protests. Her arms are so fatigued they’re shaking. She can’t help but to twist her body around, going so far as to anchor one foot on the ground so she’s only on one knee, just to lift herself up slightly, but she’s still arguing with me. “You told me to pick, I picked. You did it, we’re done!”

If this was real, if I was truly trying to show the men watching that Ana is my prisoner and I can do whatever I want without repercussion, I would slap her across the face. The fact that I’m even aware of that, that I’m contemplating if I can do it realistically or if she’d want to actually do it, that Iwoulddo it if she told me to, makes my stomach churn.

The best I can do is grab her rope just above her wrists and lift above my head so she’s at eye level with me. Since I’m a foot taller than she is, she’s nowhere near the ground, her feet brushing over my calves.

The way we’re positioned between the cameras, I don’t think anyone can see well enough to know Ana’s just hooked one of her feet behind my knee to pull herself in. She grinds her pussy on my cock as I snarl, “We’re done when I say.”

Analiese

There’s a pointwhere Vasily is five —pyat— piercings deep in me and, even though every thrust hurts, I’m hoping to learn how to say seven in Russian tonight, where I don’t think my cries of “no” and “stop” are believable anymore.

Even the oral sex had me on the verge of orgasm. It’s cool in the gym, my arousal is undeniable, and my knees were parted just enough that air flowed between my thighs as I sucked on him. He made those rich sounds in his throat, and the way he looked at me like I was his entire world, hiseverything, for as long as it lasted, I felt tingly all over from it.

It was hard to keep from moaning as he spit in my mouth. It’s the grossest thing ever. When I think about it tomorrow, I’ll be more ashamed of that than anything. But oh my God, it hit right.

Like his cock as he fucks me brutally. He was sympathetic enough to drape me over a bench for this. It gives my arms a break, although they’re still stretched in the same position, just facing the ground instead. Just as importantly, I can hide my face from the camera so no one knows how much I’m enjoying this.

It wasn’t anything like this before. He’s so much rougher with me, but he’s still as careful. He’susingme the way I expected at the topless bar, but everything is different now that I’ve given him permission and he’s given me the word to make him stop.

I won’t use it. I never for even a second thought I would. And not because I thought I’d enjoy this. I told myself I’d do anythingto escape, and if that meant making myself as undesirable as possible to Tony’s cronies, it would be worth it no matter how much I hated this.

I don’t hate it.

Perversely, Iwasexpecting to orgasm — and be frustrated with myself for it no matter how much Vasily has insisted that it’s all biological and I can’t be mad at my body for responding to stimulus — but now I’m getting frustrated that I’mnotcoming.

I was already so close.Pyatfeels amazing even if my teeth grind every time that fifth bar goes in and I feel the pressure in my gut like he’s about to push right into my womb. But I’m on this terrible edge that I can’t seem to get over, and when I say, “Vasily, please! Please make it stop!” I doubt anyone misunderstands that I’m begging him to make me come.

He digs his fingers into my hips, he rubs my back, he says all kinds of sweet nasty things in that faked accent that honestly? It works right now. If this is his sex voice, I’m down. He even does this thing where he wraps my hair around his wrist and tugs enough that my spine bows and my body lifts right off the bench. On his next thrust, I swear those piercings all hit some magic spot inside me that sends me right to outer space.

But I don’t come.

He’s a good lover. I have no doubt about this, but I don’t come.

He brings his mouth close to my ear to say, “I give you seed now,” and I beg him not to.

But only because I haven’t come.

He pushes deep and groans low. I can feel his cock jerking inside me.

And then he releases me, and the tears I shed when I no longer feel him anywhere are of desperation.

He walks away but comes back a moment later with a camera in his hand.

There was humiliation in some of what I highlighted for him. Degradation. Is this part of that? Leaving me ready to beg for my captor to use me more so he can show everyone what he’s done?

I swear I can’t help it when he touches the base of my spine and I rear back even though I know the camera is right there waiting for that reaction.

“Da, zvyozdochka,”Vasily says, his voice practically purring in pleasure and pride. “Show how swollen. Show how pink. Such used pussy. Ah, you like my words!” he laughs when my core pulses, unbidden.

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