Page 101 of Take the Sub and Run

Again and again, he pulled the dilator all the way out only to reinsert it, forcing her ass to open and close repeatedly. It was wonderful and humiliating at the same time. The pure pleasure from her clit being stroked only made the sensations more confusing.

She didn't want him to stop; she never wanted him to stop. She wasn't even sure she wanted to orgasm. Perhaps it would be better to live in the state of submissive arousal for all time.

“Someday,” he growled, thrusting the dilator all the way in and then grinding the flat disc base against her anus.

At the same time, his thumb stroked her clit in a fast soft rhythm that drove her over the edge. Her body quaked, the fact that she couldn't move somehow making the orgasm more intense.

Her mouth was open, but no sound escaped. That was until he thrust his cock balls deep into her pussy in one hard stroke. Her vagina now clenched down on his thicker girth, the double penetration shocking.

Now Sofie screamed, the restraints groaning as she pulled against them. Andrei fucked her hard and fast, almost animalistically, until he grunted through his orgasm.

They stayed that way, both panting and shivering, for several long moments.

Then he kissed her spine, whispering something against her sweaty flesh before gently withdrawing from her body and then quickly freeing her from the restraints.

“How did you get here?” Andrei asked lazily.

She had no idea what time it was, but was fairly certain several hours had passed since they finished their scene. That time had been taken up with aftercare.

First, he checked her over and cleaned her up, including using a neutralizing solution on her nipples. Then they'd retreated to what had turned out to be a large pile of thick blankets. He'd unfolded and re-folded several making a large pad for them to lounge on while reserving one to throw over the top of them.

He held her in silence, and held her while they talked about nothing in particular. Both had been careful to avoid mention of art, thievery, or their fight.

Until now. Until he asked how she'd gotten here.

“I took a flight and then got a cab. Colette and Landon gave me the address, and Landon helped to make sure I'd be able to get in.”

“I will do something horrible to him in repayment for him not telling me you were coming.”

Sofie laughed, snuggling against him.

But Andrei sat up, forcing her to do the same.

“I mean, how did you clear customs?” He pushed to his feet as he spoke, still turned away from her.

“I have my passport now,” she said softly.

Andrei whipped around, eyes wide with hope. But then the expression shuttered. “Have things…changed?"

“Yes.” She wished she could stop there, but she'd almost ruined their chance at happiness once before when she lied. “Not…not the way you want them to. Not yet.”

His jaw flexed and he was silent for a moment. “So you really did just come to submit.”

“I came because I needed to see you. Touch you. Hear your voice.”

Andrei stormed away.

“Wait! Please.”

Sofie tried to scrambled after him, but she had to stop and pull on her vest and he was already out the door.

The hall was empty. “Andrei, wait, please!”

He emerged from a door near the short hallway, striding back toward her. The anger was gone from his expression, but the flatness of his features now was almost worse.

“I'm a fucking moron, but I couldn't stop myself from doing this.” Andrei held out a white document-sized envelope, bearing the Interpol logo in one corner. “What I said before is still true.”

She took the envelope, not understanding what it was he was giving her, but terrified to ask and to ruin what had been the best night of her life.

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