Page 5 of Zafira

The brush of his hand over her left buttock cheek drew a surprised gasp from her.

Crack! Crack!

“Fuuuck!” she screamed as he smacked the shit out of her bottom. The two ruthless slaps immediately left bright red imprints on her white skin.

“I warned you to keep your head down. Look up again, and I walk away. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master Slayer.” She whimpered as he scraped his nail over the abused part of her skin, igniting more pain to writhe through her. His dick responded with an excited twitch.

“Good girl.” A low, rumbling chuckle bounced off the walls as he swiped a finger through the slit between her labia. “I see this little pussy truly loves pain. Such a delightful aroma wafting through my nostrils, subbie. Indeed, an invitation I can’t refuse.” With his cock encased in a condom, he settled behind her and positioned the blunt tip of his cockhead at the entrance of her channel. With one finger toggling her clit and the other hand tugging and pinching her nipples, he pushed inside her body a half-an-inch. She wiggled her hips, moaning enticingly. “Are you ready, subbie?”

“Oh, fuck yes, Master Slayer.”

“Better hold on to those slats then, little whore, because this is going to be a fucking rough ride.”

“May I come, Sir?” The question was mumbled as she pressed her head into the pillow while clutching tightly at the bedposts.

“Come at will, subbie.” The laugh that followed sounded like Hades incarnate. “This isn’t going to be over quickly.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Master Slayer?” she taunted him as she moved her hips back, forcing his cock deeper. “Fuck me silly, Sir.”

A deep growl reverberated through the room as the next moment, he shoved his cock so hard into her, the bed slammed against the wall.

“Jesus Christ,” she screamed as his hard-driven thrusts pushed her already primed body to climax within seconds.

“Better keep breathing, subbie. That was only the beginning.”

Being tall and powerful, Bogdan pounding into her lifted her knees clear off the bed. Her screams of pleasure soon turned to pitiful cries of overindulgence as his huge cock kept driving into her mercilessly, forcing one climax after the other from her.

By the time he ejaculated, she was a limbless mess, weakly holding onto the slats, her body sleek with sweat as she gasped in labored breaths.

“Go take a shower. I’m going to get us something to eat. You need to re-energize for round two.” He smiled at her disbelieving look. “I find I enjoy the sound of your squishing cunt, subbie. I’ll be availing myself of its wetness until the sun rises.”

“Holy shit,” she wailed as she slipped from the bed and crawled toward the ensuite bathroom since her legs refused to cooperate.

Chapter Two

“About time you finished. I was worried we might have to camp out here in the hallway the entire night.”

Vanya Guzun’s voice tiptoed a path of forgotten affection through his mind as he walked out of the room. Ignoring the couple he spotted in his peripheral vision, he kept walking.

“Please, Bogdan. It’s time for you to come home.”

The words didn’t stop him in his tracks. It was the voice of a forlorn little girl begging to be picked up and carried on his broad shoulders. A lost little girl reaching out for the love of a father... a role he had fulfilled since Viktor had died.

“We miss you, and we need you. I need you.”

Bogdan shook his head as he attempted to resist the pull her pleading voice represented. He refused to turn around and face them. Vanya wasn’t the crying type, but he could hear her voice thickening with suppressed tears.

“Arian needs you, Bogdan. More than anyone. You have always been his rock, ever since he was a baby. You were his hero, the one he looked up to. To him... to all of us, it’s as if we lost a father... again. Please, come home with us.”

“I am home, Vanya.” From the flat tones in his voice, the message was crystal clear. He wasn’t interested.

“No, you’re not. You don’t fit in this country, Bogdan. You are a true Romanian. It’s in your blood. You know it as well as we do.”

“This is my home now. I have a business, and I have built a new life.” He still hadn’t turned to face them.

“A business? A new life? Don’t make me laugh. You are no fisherman, Bogdan. You’re Bratva. That is another fact you can’t run away from.”

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