Page 51 of The Seller
I give her pussy one last slap and slide up and over her, feeling her soft body beneath mine, so young, so tender, so full of rebellion.
“You know what happens now?”
She bites her lower lip and shakes her head. My cock is pressing against her pussy through the fabric of my pants. Those are going any second now. I’m going to be back inside her, but not inside that slippery wet bare cunt of hers. There will be time to fuck her there later. Right now, I’m intent on taking the only hole which will make a real impact on her psyche.
I brush stray hair out of her eyes, my touch gentle, my voice tender and affectionate. “Do you remember what I told you I’d do to you the first day we met?”
“Sell me?”
“No,” I say. “What I said after I took my belt to your butt over the hood of my car. I asked you if anyone had ever had your…”
“Ass,” she whispers the word.
“Clever girl. You do remember.”
“Now?”
She’s almost hopeful with the question, even as she pretends to be horrified. Nothing horrifies Siri. She’s seen too much and lost even more.
“Yes, sweetheart. Now.”
Siri
He’s going to claim me completely. I can see it in his eyes. Nothing will be left when he is done with me, not a scrap of secrets will remain. He let me hide in plain sight for too long, and now he’s going to make sure he knows every part of me, physically as well as mentally. His eyes are locked on mine with intense connection. This is crude and raw, but it’s more than sex. This is a systematic conquest of my mind, body, and soul.
I’m not going to fight it. I’m going to welcome it. I need this. I always knew Stavros would be my salvation. I thought it would come from using him to escape, but I’m seeing now that there was never any escaping him. I will gain my freedom by finding myself inside the walls of his world.
He pulls lubricant from a drawer and drizzles it over my sore spanked pussy, letting it drizzle down the crevice between my cheeks. Then he pushes his hand down low and his fingertip finds the bud of my bottom, a tight little hole which tightens further when he touches it.
“Relax,” he urges me gently. “This doesn’t have to hurt, but it will if you fight it.”
Fighting him always causes pain, not because he wants to hurt me, but because I have to hurt myself. I take a deep breath as the base of his palm rubs over the wet, warm slit of my sex. He should be inside my pussy, but that is the one place he is ignoring.
He watches my face as he pushes that finger inside me, spreading the tight ring of muscle for his probing digit. This is more gentle than I thought he’d be. Maybe it’s more gentle than I deserve. The silence between us is broken only by the whimper I can’t help when he pushes another finger in, two of them stretching me open in preparation for his much thicker, harder cock.
“I wanted to do this to you that first day,” he rumbles. “When you wouldn’t get out of my car, and I took my belt to you. I wish I’d taken it then. We could have saved ourselves so much trouble if I’d just broken you in properly instead of wondering who you were.”
“You couldn’t have broken me.”
He smirks, but he doesn’t know how true it is. When he had me back then, I was unbreakable. Or, put another way, I was long broken. I have endured more than he can imagine. I have seen things I can’t begin to describe. Life in the Medici household was full of horrors seen through crevices and cracks in doors.
Stavros’ fingers plunge deeper, bring me back to the present.
“Am I losing your attention, Siri?”
I look into his eyes and shake my head. He’s not losing me. He’s just bumping up against the parts of me he never had, the parts he still doesn’t know are really there. I am the little innocent he saved from a forced marriage, but there is so much more in my past, so much he can’t save me from because it already happened.
I surrender myself to his touch. I let him overwhelm my senses as he pulls those fingers free and runs the length of his cock down my wet, spanked slit and down to the tight hole of my ass. I draw in a deep breath as he starts to push in, to prove his point, to claim the dark little part of me which has stayed secret from all other men.
The sound which escapes me is feral, a long, low animal whine. He is stretching me slowly, adding more lubricant, caring for me even as he claims me. My thighs are spread lewdly wide, my back against the bed, my body given for him, a sacrifice of pure flesh.
He’s deep in my ass.
He’s holding me down.
He’s finding new parts of me to explore, depths and crevices, parts and places which should never know a man’s touch. Just when I thought he’d lost his edge, he shows me he is still the depraved man I knew he was that very first time I looked into his eyes.
“This is my ass,” he grunts. I can feel his throbbing cock making my anus pulse in time with the beating of his heart. We are thoroughly, completely connected. His cock is deep inside me, sinking as far as it can go until my impaling is complete and his hips rest against the lower parts of my cheeks which are turned up, my thighs pushed back and up toward my head. This is a position girls who sell themselves take. This is not the safe missionary of the middle class. This is what it is to be undone in a carnal way, shown that however much a hero he might become, I will always be his captive.
