Page 115 of Viripotent

“You’re a fucking brat.”

I suck in a lungful of air as he presses against my scalp, pushing me back under the waterline and more water pours over the top of the trough from the force I’m held under with.

Vlad’s angry monologue is muffled, and I scream underwater as he slams back into me. The slap on my ass cheek jolts my body, but my head doesn’t move with his hand controlling me. It makes me panic, sucking in the liquid. I’m roughly pulled up into the air, choking and spluttering as my wet hair covers my face. Even in his brutality there’s care as the strands are removed. It doesn’t extend to his hips or the hold on me and my speech is stuttered with pleasure.

“I want to touch you.”

Moving my hair off my neck, he pulls me up, and the angle of his dick makes me instantly combust. Pushing against some mythical spot that’s like a detonate button for my climax, hefreezes, leaning over my shaking body and the whisper is filled with reverence.

“Moya koroleva, so fucking perfect.”

Tears mix with the water dripping off my face. It’s not a climax. My soul is being altered, and the devil shows his respect for the momentous occasion by pausing.

The pause turns into a retreat, infusing panic into my desire. He still pulls out with care, and he kicks the wet softened hay towards my feet. His hold on my hair tightens as he tries to force me to my knees. I lock my legs and my voice lacks its usual strength.

“I don’t bow for any man.”

He slaps his hand off my ass and roughly turns my head to the side to face him. Pride fills his features and I’m drooling again. He only has on his trousers, his angry dick is heavy and glistening, every sin visible on his skin, and the vein is his bicep is throbbing.

A groan of frustration slips out, and he flexes, the arrogance adding to his appeal, as he darkly says, “I’m not just any man, I’m your fucking husband.”

My groan turns into a soft whimper, and I wait for it to pass to strengthen my voice.

“Who has never kneeled for me?”

My head drops as he lets go of my hair and he stops it hitting my taut arm as he grips my face, his fingers pushing into my cheeks, and leans into me, spitting out, “I would have if you didn’t lie to me.”

He moves his palm over my mouth and repositions to stand behind me.

The urge to apologize sits on my tongue and he stops it leaving, as though he’s aware of it. His hand is soft in comparison to the brutal way he enters me in one thrust. My back arches, nearly breaking, and he cuts off my air with hispalm over my mouth and his fingers clamping around my nose. I think I come, I don’t know, all I know is it’s all hazy, and he presses his free hand into my lower back as he pushes deeper inside me.

FORTY-THREE

Vlad

Inessa is trying to rip my dick off with her pussy clenching around me. Tensing every muscle in my body to stop from coming, I push away the sight of her cum spurting around my dick. She’s fucking perfect, a fucking hellion created solely for the devil. I kiss her neck, feeling her pulse against my lips and slowly part my fingers so she can breathe again. If she needs proof that I fucking own her, it is right here. I control the air in her lungs, how much she has and when. I try to soften my voice when she clenches tighter, nearly pushing me out of paradise.

“Breathe out for me, malysh.”

My queen is fully under my control, she gave me the reins to her when I wrapped her in the leather ones, and I’ve never felt this need before. She pushes out all the air in her lungs, relaxing around me. Rewarding her for listening, I press my lips to her cheek and flatten my palm as I smooth it down her jaw to her stomach.

“Good girl. You can give me more can’t you, meelaya?”

She nods her head with a whimper as I push against her stomach. She’s adorable as fuck with pleasure-filled tears streaming down her face.

Keeping my thrusts shallow so I’m not evicted from my dream home, I circle her pretty little clit with my middle finger.

“Do you want to be filled with cum?”

She pushes her head back at my question and looks over her shoulder. The beautiful mess smiles at me and doesn’t act like the brat she is.

“I want to be able to feel you tomorrow.”

My newfound gentleness is short-lived at the request for what we both want, and my queen sings my fucking name.

“Fuck, Vlad.” Her spine curves as I angle my hips, knowing what drives my wife wild. “Oh God, I’m close.”

I nip her shoulder with my teeth and lean over her. My forehead rests on the back of her head as I grip the railing she’s tied to.

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