Page 24 of Bound by Blood

“Ahhhh, Boris!” she screamed.

He ignored her pleas, licking further up her pussy until he reached her clit, and then attacked the delicate bud with all of the pent-up frustration he felt from her constant denials. Her hips jerked wildly against his face as she screamed for him to stop in every language she knew while straining uselessly against her binding. The intensity of the pressure building within her was too much, so much more than what he’d done to her at the wedding reception. She couldn’t take this kind of pain with her pleasure.

He used his teeth and tongue to lash her tiny, engorged clit while still holding her right off the bed for his use, feasting on her as though she were his last meal. He drove one long, thick finger into her tight vagina, forcing her to take him into her heated clasp. She cried out and jumped against the invasion.

“Fuck,” he snarled against her slippery cunt. “So fucking tight.”

She thrashed against the mattress, shaking her head back and forth, fighting against the massive orgasm building and building within her. She tried to drag her wrists forward in a fruitless attempt to shove him away from her, to end the torture. This was worse than a session with the Master, worse than having to take on all of the Master’s assassins at once because she had done something to displease him.

She felt the moment Boris tried to add another finger to her tight passage, the pressure was so intense she let out a low moan and tried to jerk her hips out of his unbreakable hold. He would not release her. Instead, he pressed his finger into the front wall of her vaginal channel and massaged in such a way that she felt she would die. She didn't have enough experience to withstand such an onslaught of feelings. It was too much!

“No! Please, Boris, please, you must stop!” she begged. “I… I can’t take it anymore.”

“That will not happen,” he growled from between gritted teeth. The words said against her pussy, vibrated against her, sending delicious sensations spiralling through her body.

He finally managed to wedge another finger into her at the same time as his tongue wrapped around her clit and sent her flying over the edge of an orgasm, easing the pain of his entry. She stiffened against him, let out a long, screaming wail and clawed the binding at her wrists as she came in a shimmer of bright shiny lights. Her upper body collapsed back against the bed in a panting, twisting heap while he continued to hold her hips up to his bearded face.

Her eyes met his. He was far from finished. She shook her head frantically and tried to pull herself away from him. He held her tightly.

“No, no, no,” she begged.

“Oh yes, my little ninja. We are not done,” he said with a quick grin and bent his head to continue feasting on her flushed, slippery pussy.

Laney screamed and arched her head back the moment his tongue touched her over-sensitized flesh. He showed no mercy, continuing to devour her with relentless licks while pumping his fingers in and out of her slick passage, opening her up for his ruthless possession. He shifted the fingers on her hips, massaging her ass cheek on his giant hand while holding her legs over her shoulders. At first, she barely noticed, but soon his fingers drifted close to her tiny puckered hole. Laney gasped and jumped, attempting to shift away from his seeking fingers. When he noticed, he shifted her firmly back to where he wanted her.

She pleaded with him, but he ignored, exploring every inch of her body while she was forced to lay helpless, bound for his pleasure. She gasped and tensed when he began to actually massage her asshole, his broad finger circling the rim repeatedly, fluids from her pussy easing his way. Laney became more and more vocal in her protests until he gripped her waist and jerked her away from his face.

“Shut up right now or I will tape your mouth shut and use you in every way I have craved since the moment I met you,” he snarled, staring at her with unyielding, dark eyes.

Laney bit her lip and stared at him with frightened eyes. He did things that pleasured and excited her. But he also terrified her, introduced her to things she didn’t understand and couldn't being to comprehend. He refused to give her time to adjust. “Please… couldn’t I have more time?”

He shook his head, his eyes hard and unyielding. “You had more than half a year to get used to me. You wasted our time together, Laney. Now you have eight days to learn what I want.”

He dropped his face back down and lapped at her clit once more while alternately playing with her ass and attempting to squeeze a third finger into her pussy. Laney felt so overwhelmed by sensations that she exploded in orgasm, bowing against him and gushing fluids over his hands. He grinned against her and held her tightly as she shuddered, shook and moaned, coming down from the high of her orgasm. She barely noticed as he pushed a third finger into her. He was only able to go in shallow, but he was able to pump in and out a few times using her own fluids as lubricant.

He lowered her to the bed and used his thumb to circle her asshole, massaging the tiny bud and sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body. She moaned and thrashed as her body began peaking once more. Leaning down, Boris flicked his broad tongue relentlessly against her clit, which was now so engorged it stood up from her body, begging for attention. She pulled her knees back and arched her hips up toward his face, gasping and crying out for release.

“Oh fuck, oh god!” she screamed as she came again, soaking him once more.

She panted and twisted mindlessly against the bindings that held her wrists. Boris reached for his jeans, unzipping and shoving them over his thighs before kicking them off the narrow bed. Laney’s hazy eyes drifted down his naked body, taking in the tattoos that trailed down his torso and hips. Her eyes widened as she reached the long, thick cock that jutted from his body, clearly turned to stone by her many orgasms. And clearly proportional in size to the rest of him.

She gasped as he leaned across her body, planting his fists on either side of her bound shoulders. He rested his hips between her sprawled legs and pressed a wet kiss against her sweat slicked throat. He met her wide-eyed stare. His gaze finally softened a little, taking in the fear written across her features.

He trailed his fingers across her cheek, sweeping long strands of straight black hair from her face. “You will be fine,kotenok. We are made for each other. You will feel pleasure in my arms, you know this.” His accent was thicker than usual as he restrained himself from just fucking her while he attempted to soothe her fears.

Her eyes were wide as she whispered, “I also feel pain.”

He shrugged. “I am not small man, and you, my Laney, are not built like tank. There might be pain. This will happen regardless. You belong to me, I have always known this.”

She frowned up at him, the haze of multiple orgasms beginning to clear from her gaze. “You can't keep me.”

His eyes hardened and he pushed himself back, reaching between their bodies. She stiffened, feeling his huge erection against her thigh. She wanted to fight him, but knew it would end so much worse for her if she did. She forced her muscles to release. He used his knee to shove her leg further up the bed and then placed his cock at her soaked entrance. Her heart beat so fast she feared it would explode in her chest. He began pressing forward, meeting resistance almost immediately as her body protested such a massive invasion.

She panted, pressing her hips into the bed and biting her lip to keep from crying out in pain. He reached under her and wrapped a beefy arm around her waist, dragging her up into the relentless press of his thick penis until she could take it no more and screamed out loud, yanking her wrists hard against the bonds that held her. She was being split in two!

He paused for a moment and she thought he would realize the impossibility in their sizes and release her, but instead he hooked his arm around her leg and lifted it over his elbow, widening her so he could push further into her silken clasp. Laney screamed again as the intense fullness increased. She arched her head back. Still, he pressed relentlessly on, forcing himself into her body, tearing through tender, unused tissues.

“Blyad, never felt anything like you,” he breathed, his big body shuddering with the effort of not tearing her apart.

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