Page 44 of His Hold

He adds another finger and I yelp. “God, that’s good. That’s…mmmm…oh, oh…”

He stands, unzips his pants and brings out his cock. Without pausing, he thrusts inside of me.

“I…still haven’t gotten used to your…length.”

“You don’t have to give me the G-rated version. Just say it. You’re not used to my cock.”

“Will I ever get used to it?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer. It’s a stupid test. There’s no way I’m ever going to get used to his cock or the mind blowing sex we have, because we’re soon going to get out of here. When we do, we’re going to go back to our old lives. I’m going to go back to hating him from a distance, and he’s going to go back to…whatever the hell people like him do. Murder, perhaps.

Nikolai shifts behind me, adjusting his very hard cock inside of me. He arches his hips in that slow, decisive way he’s learned to do with me, and at once the weirdness dissipates. I’m filled with pleasure instead.

“How’s this?” he asks.

Why is he so gentle? Why is he making me feel things?

“It’s great…mmmm keep doing that.”

He thrusts in and out, still keeping the same slow tempo like we’re never leaving here. Like we belong together. The slick, wet sounds of our bodies meeting riot in my head, because I know that it mirrors my need. I can say that I hate him all I want, but my body will always crave his. It’s the truth.

He loses control next. He grabs my hair in one hand and with the other, holds my hips so he can thrust in faster.

He says, “I like the way you take me in. Your pussy is dripping for me…so sweet…so fucking sweet,” in a voice that’s pure torture. In the deepness of his voice, the accent emerges, slicing through his syllables like an old friend.

“Oh, please, keep going, please…” My voice breaks on its own accord. Nikolai pounds even harder, grunting into the fall of my hair.

“You’re mine,” he growls, more to himself than to me. “I don’t think I can ever let you be with another man like this, Katya. I’m a jealous man…I have to own you.”

“I’m not…your…property…God! Mmmm…”

He continues, not stopping, not slowing down. “I want to be the only man who gets to fuck this delicious pussy. Baby…let me in…”

I’m crying now. I don’t know why, but I’m crying and shivering and loving every second of his body on mine. I’m screaming too as I come, shaking down to my toes.

He comes as well, moaning my name over and over again like a mantra.

But he doesn’t stop there. He pulls out, only to spin me around and shove me harder against the wall. My tied hands scrape the wood, and I whimper, caught between the sting and the pulsing ache still ripping through me. “Nikolai, it’s too much,” I gasp.

“Too much?” His grin is feral and glinting with something unhinged. He grabs my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. “You absolutely can handle the pleasure, Katya. I’m not done with you. I’ll never be done with you.” His breath is hot against my lips, his cock still hard, pressing insistently against my thigh. “You’re gonna take it all, every fucking inch, until you’re begging me to stop.”

I shake my head, weak, dizzy, my body betraying me as heat pools low again. “I should hate you,” I spit, but it’s a lie, and he knows it. My thighs clench, slick with him, with me, and he smirks like he’s won.

“Hate me all you want, baby. Your pussy doesn’t lie. It’s screaming for me.” He drops to his knees again, yanking my legs apart despite my half-hearted squirm. His tongue dives into me, relentless, lapping up the mess we’ve made, and I scream, my bound hands clawing uselessly at the air. “Fuck, your taste drives me so fucking crazy every time,” he growls into my flesh, sucking hard on my clit until my knees buckle. “I could drown in you and die happy.”

“More… please…” I’m sobbing now, overstimulated, my body a live wire sparking under his tongue. And he doesn’t stop. He shoves two fingers inside me, curling them deep, pumping fast while his mouth devours me, and I’m gone, shattering again, my cries echoing in the frigid air.

He rises, towering over me, and wipes his glistening mouth with the back of his hand. “You think you’re cold? I’ll fuck the chill right out of you.” He grabs my hips, lifts me like I weigh nothing, and slams me back against the wall. My legs wrap around him instinctively, and he thrusts in again, deeper this time, stretching me past what I thought I could take. Pain and pleasure bleed together, and I’m moaning, clawing at nothing, lost in the brutal rhythm of his hips.

“Tell me you want it,” he snarls, his grip bruising my thighs. “Tell me you need my cock splitting you open.”

“I… I do…” I’m panting, happiness filling me, and my hips roll into him, chasing the filthy high.

“Say it again, Katya, or I’ll tie you tighter and fuck you until you break.” His voice is a low, guttural threat, and he pulls the belt on my wrists, the leather biting into my skin.

“I need it,” I choke out, hating myself, loving him, spiraling into the rot of us. “I need your cock… please, Nik, don’t stop.”

“That’s my girl,” he purrs, dark and possessive, and he pounds into me harder, the wet slap of our bodies obscene in the freezing silence. “Your body answers too, do you hear me? This pussy, this body, this fucking soul—mine.” His teeth sink into my neck, and I scream again, coming undone as he fills me with his cum, marking me inside and out.

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