Page 44 of Dice & Dekes

Viktor’s hand tightens fractionally. “Better?”

I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “It’s like yourhand’sgot whiskey dick. And here I assumed a manwhore like you knew how to fuck a girl right and proper.”

Viktor’s breath is hot in my ear. “Is this a game? Like, roleplay? Are you mouthing off because you want to rile me up, or are you really mad?”

“It’s the game, Vik. It’s the game we’re always playing. Is it wrong that for one fucking minute I want to feelnormal? Like I haven’t slipped into another dimension?” I lift my head up and bite his ear, hard enough to startle a yelp out of him. “Now, are you going to put me in my place, or what?”

His hips drop against mine, grinding his cock against my pussy, biting my nipples through my top, like he’s finally decided that he’s not going to break me. His fingers tighten on my neck and presses the hard line of his erection between my legs, rubbing against the thin material of my panties.

When he speaks again, his voice is a growl. “You’re such a fucking brat sometimes.” His mouth finds my throat, biting a line up to my jaw like he wants to leave marks. “You keep mouthing off, I’m going to rail you so hard you forget your own name.”

My back arches slightly off the bed, straining toward him. I want this, I want him, I want the kind of lovemaking that leaves bruises. Tomorrow, I want to be so focused on my aching core that I don’t think about anything else. Anything like—

“The harder you fight me, the harder I’m going to fuck you,” Viktor whispers. “Got it?”

We’ve never discussed what sex would look like between us: safe words, boundaries, the sorts of things you’d discuss to lay out a scene in advance. I understand what he’s asking here.

“Give me what I want,” I growl back, “and we’ll have nothing to fight about.”

I gasp when Viktor presses me back into the mattress. His grip is firm but not too rough, exactly the kind of anchor I need. He lowers his lips to my ear. “So mouthy. One of these days, I’m going to put that mouth to better use. I’m going to stuff it so full of my cock that I see its outline along the line of your pretty throat. Oh, yeah, you’re going to look fucking fantastic gagging on my giant dick and dripping my cum from your lips.”

Electricity zaps my core, sending erotic pulses through my pussy simply from the dirty promises falling from his lips.

I moan and let my eyes flutter closed. “I don’t know, Viktor. Seems like you’re all talk to me.”

He shifts, yanking his pajamas down and tugging the crotch of my panties aside. I’m already turned on, but I’m not ready for him. He seems to be aware of that, though, because he repositions one of my legs and presses himself against my entrance. In short, shallow rolls of his hips, he enters me inch by inch.

“Ever heard of foreplay?” I pant.

“I like foreplay,” he replies. “But somebody’s a greedy brat. I want to feel that tight cunt on my cock. I want to feel you yield to me for once without running your mouth.”

I whimper and spread my legs wider, inviting him in. Once he’s an inch or so inside me, he pulls my shirt up, exposing my breasts. His hand never leaves my throat as he enters me slowly, taking his time.

The pressure at my throat doesn’t scare me. It calms me. Reminds me where I am. Who I’m with. It keeps me from floating too far into the places I don’t want to be. The trauma can’t touch me here—not when I’m pinned, possessed, and worshiped.

I would never do something like this with a guy I didn’t implicitly trust. I don’t get off on the idea of being forced, even in a roleplay scenario. What gets me off is the idea that I can trust a guy enough to see this side of me that I can let go and know that he’ll never take things too far. People have always said that I’m a control freak, but that’s only because I want to know that things are getting done right. Yielding to a man that I trust, to a man that Iwant,is an incredible feeling because it’s so rare.

So as Viktor stuffs his cock inside me, I let go. I surrender. I relax into the sensation of being stretched and filled and fucked by someone who will pound me senseless tonight and, I hope, still see me as an equal tomorrow.

“You look so good with my dick inside you, my little savage,” Viktor croons. He sits back, changing the angle of his hips against mine, but still holding me down. I know he can’t see me well in the darkened room, but there is just enough light from the street below that we can make out each other’s contours.

He pulls halfway out, then thrusts back into me, hard enough to make me cry out.

“You like that, don’t you?” he purrs.

The fight has gone out of me. “Yes,” I say honestly. “Harder.”

Viktor obliges. At first, there’s a blurred line between pleasure and pain with each movement, but the more I relax my muscles, the better it feels, until only pleasure remains. I stop worrying about what sort of sounds I make and, instead, react honestly. I moan when something feels good, or sigh into a slightly gentler touch. It hits me like a blackout. Like lightning behind my eyes. I’m not in a bed anymore—I’m freefalling. My body gives out, clenching so tight around him I see white. I scream his name like it might pull me back from the void.

My orgasm builds until I tighten around him, mewling his name as I come.

Too soon, he pulls out of me, and he shifts up the bed until he’s straddling my belly. The hand that has been around my throat drifts upward, caressing my cheek, until he takes a fistful of my hair. His tug is gentle, but I can still tell what he wants me to do. He pulls just until I tip my head back and our gleaming eyes meet in the near dark. His other fist is on his cock, pumping fast.

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.

“Fuck,Knova,” he groans. His face is twisted in concentration, in reverence. Like he’s praying to my body. Like this is what he’s always wanted, and now he’s not sure he deserves it. His fist is frantic on his cock, and when I stick my tongue out, his whole body convulses.

The first spurt of his cum splatters across my breasts and chin; then finally in my open mouth. I roll it in along my tongue before swallowing, tasting the bitter salt of him. And love it. He pumps his dick a few more times until his arms start to shake. As his muscles relax, he tips sideways so he won’t crush me when he drops.

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