Page 88 of Stricken

I do as he says, tongue swirling over flesh while my hips buck involuntarily and my cock fucks the air.

Before I can catch my breath, Vlad pulls out his finger from my mouth, flips me onto my stomach, and squeezes my ass cheeks roughly with both hands.

A broken cry tears from my throat, head arching off the bed as Vlad begins to stroke me, slow and firm, right there, between my ass cheeks. Something sparks at the base of my spine and shoots straight into my balls. White-hot and all-consuming.

"Fuck, Vlad!" My fingers twist in the sheets, desperate for an anchor in the onslaught of sensations.

"That's it, Nico," Vlad coaxes, thumb circling over the tight ring. "Let go for me. Let me see you come undone."

I have no words. We never fucked each other. Never truly talked about it. But I wondered. Wondered if I'd ever allow him this. Because he'd never allow me to be the one to do the fucking. Wondered if I'd love it. Wondered if he'd be gentle or rough.

"I can make you feel real good, baby," Vlad purrs into my ear, his finger continuing to work my asshole. "You'll enjoy it." Pause. "Do you want it?"

"Yes," I moan, voice hoarse and desperate.

He disappears momentarily, the imprint of his body still lingering. The mattress dips as he moves toward the edge. Drawer slides open, then shuts closed. I can't see him, but I can hear the sound of the condom wrapper. He straddles my legs and rests both palms on the back of my thighs. They wander up and over my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks hard. His thumbs brush over my hole. Once. Twice.

I jerk on the bed, hip bucking upward exposing more of me to him, inviting him further into this charged space between presence and want.

He leans in closer, his breath a warm whisper against my skin as his words drip between us. "You can't wait to have my cock inside you, can you now, Romeo?"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly hums with unspoken desires—quiet as a held breath but louder than any shout in this empty space.

He spreads my buttocks and runs his tongue along the crevice between them.

God almighty!

I moan in reply, my cock leaking onto the sheets. A cool, slick feeling envelops my hole, and runs through my body and toward my limbs. My toes curl.

Vlad continues flicking his tongue over my asshole, teasing it and wetting it with his saliva.

"Tell me you want me inside you," Vlad growls, teeth scraping against the sensitive ring of muscle.

"Fuck, yes. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard."

"That's right…" He moves deliberately, his tongue slipping beyond the barrier. I feel myself opening up to him, I feel my entrance loosening as he starts moving up and down, fucking my ass. Each motion is precise, rhythmic, like a practiced dance.

His breath is hot against my skin in soft bursts and my pulse quickens to match the tempo. There's a compelling mix of exhilaration and vulnerability coursing through me. It's addicting, this surrender to raw power like his.

At some point, Vlad draws back and I can hear him panting behind me. Panting with barely contained need.

He runs his index finger over my slicked hole and then pushes the tip inside a little. My body reacts immediately, muscles constricting around the intrusion.

"Oh, you are so ready," he murmurs, then slaps my ass and adds, "Turn around. Let me see your face, beautiful."

I do as he says, rolling over onto my back and staring up at him. His eyes are on fire, devious. My hand reaches out to wrap around my aching cock, but he swats it away.

"Not yet." His command is loud and clear—he is the one in charge. And I obey, whether or not I want it. It's in every fiber of my being—to submit to him tonight. To be the one on the receiving end.

He grabs my ankles and spreads them apart, pushing my knees to my chest. His eyes rake down my body, from my face to my dick and back up again.

"You're so fucking perfect like this with your hole begging for me and your cock ready to spill."

With that, he positions himself at my entrance. His movement is slow, almost teasing, as he presses against me.

I let out a sharp breath, feeling the unfamiliar stretch as he slowly pushes his cock into me—challenging me in ways I never imagined. A perfect blend of discomfort and anticipation crackles like static energy through my nerves.

I gasp at the pain of intrusion.

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