Page 30 of Fatal Bonds

He thrusts them in the same rhythm as his tongue strokes my clit, and I jerk and twitch as I hover on the precipice. He sucks my throbbing flesh, and I mewl, unable to hold out any longer. As I tighten around his fingers, I arch up against his hand and mouth, writhing as I topple over the edge. Head falling back, I yank at the belt as he curls his fingers inside my fluttering pussy, thrusting them harder when I grind against his lips. When I collapse back onto the bed, I know it didn’t take him a minute, and I pant as my skin tingles with nervous expectation.

As Maks releases my clit and lifts his head, his smile is smug, and his eyes burn into mine with anticipation. “You drive me crazy when you cry my name, little rabbit,” he murmurs.

He grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with such ease it makes me dizzy and I yelp. Then he lifts me, putting me on my knees so my arms are stretched above my head, my cheek pressed to the bed and my back arched with my ass in the air. I’m completely on display for him, my legs spread enough that I can balance, and Maks parts my folds with his fingers as he runs them from my clit to my wet entrance and keeps going.

I gasp, my cheeks flaming as he circles my ass, spreading my arousal around the tightly puckered hole.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here before, little rabbit?” he asks.

“No.” Just the thought of it mortifies me, but the satisfaction in Maks’s gaze makes my stomach tremble.

“We’ll have to change that,” he murmurs, and his finger teases my back entrance, pressing against it with just enough force that the muscles start to give.

The thrill of trying something taboo releases a blast of cold adrenaline that makes my heart race, and while the intrusion feels foreign and almost painful, the flutter of nervous excitement overrides it.

“Mm, so tight,” he groans. “I don’t think you could take all of me if I fucked your ass tonight,zaya.”

The pressure eases, and I shudder as his hand disappears from my skin, leaving cool air to fill the void. Relief mingles with a surprising disappointment. I can’t imagine how bad it would hurt to have something as large as his cock in my ass if just the tip of his finger stung. But I also want to learn more about the kind of pleasure Maks enjoys. If what he’s shown me so far is just the tip of the iceberg, I’m curious about how good it could get.

Maks leans over me, his soft chest hair tickling my back as he reaches for his side table and opens the drawer. Then the bed shifts as he rocks back onto the mattress behind me. The sound of a condom foil tearing makes my heart skip a beat, and I look back over my shoulder to watch him put it on. He managed to take his joggers off at some point, and for the first time, I get a proper look at the older man who is more chiseled than anyone I’ve seen in real life. He’s spectacular, each bulging muscle and etched line a work of art beneath his ink.

His cock is hard enough to brush his abdomen as he releases it, and my stomach trembles when I see just how large he is. I knew it the moment he buried himself inside me, but seeing it is something else entirely. He grasps the base and rocks his hips forward, stroking the tip between my folds. I jerk back, seeking relief, as he brushes against my sensitive clit. Then he lines up with my entrance and shoves inside me, burying himself to the hilt in my pussy.

I cry out, the intense fullness overwhelming my senses as tingling electricity races up and down my spine.

“So fucking wet and ready for me,” he groans, reaching around my hip to circle my clit with his fingers as he starts to slide in and out of me with his cock.

The stimulation is intense, and I roll my hips back, chasing the relief that’s making my walls pulse and my clit throb. His free hand reaches forward, his fingers combing into my hair, and a whimper rushes from me as he grips it just hard enough to lift my head off the bed. Then his hips pick up the pace as he keeps me in place with his hands. The tug against my scalp with each forward thrust creates a dull ache at the roots of my hair, and at the same time, his fingers circling my clit make the relief outweigh the discomfort. I’m incapable of moving, completely there for Maks to use however he pleases. With my hands tied firmly to the headboard and my back arched so I’m on full display, I’m at his mercy.

The power he has over me is terrifying, but his fingers tease my clit until I’m dizzy with need, and his cock fills me so completely, driving into a secret spot that makes me scream with pleasure.

“Come for me,zaya,” Maks commands, his voice strained with lust, and the sound of his desire pushes me over the edge.

My walls ripple along his length, and my clit flutters against his fingers. I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard, and as Maks’s fingers relax in my hair, slowly lowering my head back to the bed, tingling relief prickles across my scalp.

“Good girl,” he praises, rocking inside of me to chase the last waves of my orgasm.

His hand travels, soft and slow, down the length of my spine, raising goosebumps in his wake, and I shiver as my pussy clenches around him. A low groan tells me he can feel it, and he’s closer to his own release than I had realized. My core throbs again. For a fleeting moment, I have the irrational desire to know what it would feel like to have him come inside me without a condom. But I couldn’t risk it. Especially when he’s said he doesn’t do relationships—and I’m not sure I want to be a part of his world anyway.

“Now that you’re good and warmed up, let’s see how well you can take me here,” he murmurs, his palm stopping at the base of my spine as his thumb brushes my puckered hole once again.

I’m too satisfied to tense right away, but my stomach knots with a fresh wave of nerves, and I shudder as he collects a generous amount of slick arousal from my folds. Then his fingers slowly start to tease my clit as his thumb circles my hole. My hips jerk back as I grind against him, and his thumb presses inside of me. I whimper, the pain intense, but as his cock starts to rock into me and his fingers continue to tease my clit, I can relax around the intrusion. Slowly, he increases the pressure, inching further inside my ass, and each time my muscles tense and release, a tingling anticipation builds in my core. It hurts, but it also feels strangely intoxicating—to be so completely possessed by Maks, to have him touching me where no one has ever touched me before.

“Maks!” I moan as the dizzying excitement drives me toward another orgasm at an alarming speed.

“Fuck, I love the way you say my name,” he growls, his hips thrusting forward as he starts to finger my ass more adamantly.

He feels like he’s on the brink of losing control, his movements powerful and possessive as he claims my holes without mercy. It might scare me if I weren’t so turned on, but as he slams inside me, his cock swelling, I rise to meet him. Falling apart around him, I milk his throbbing length as he comes hard at the same time as me. My ass grips his thumb, pulling him deeper inside me as my body begs for more. I want all he has to give, and as stars burst behind my eyelids, I know that no one else will ever be able to make me feel like this.

Slowly, he eases out of me, and when he reaches up to unbuckle my makeshift restraints, sensation prickles at my fingertips as the blood returns to my hands. I hadn’t even realized they’d gone numb, but even that adds to the relief as I sprawl across the bed, raking in deep lungfuls of air. This world Maks lives in is so different from mine. I only need a taste of it to recognize it’s so dark and twisted that our age difference would be a mere drop in the bucket to the bigger challenges we would face to be together.

The thought blindsides me, and heat floods my cheeks as I realize I’m thinking about us like a couple. I’m not sure exactly when it started, but somewhere along the line, I began to care about Maks, to think of him as more than just my captor. I lost sight of the fact that our physical connection can’t erase the reality of our situation, and even if it could, I don’t know that I would want to be a part of his world. He’s said himself that he doesn’t intend to marry, so whatever we have together is temporary.

My chest aches hollowly when I think about it, but it’s probably for the best. His world isn’t safe for a person like me. I’m not sure I’m built to survive it. So I’ll enjoy what we have for the time we have it, and count it as a blessing if I live to see the other side.

13

MAKS

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