w much it can hurt. But I want this too, because it means he cares. Doesn’t it? Or maybe that’s just what my mother told herself every time she went to pray.
Subdued, I scoot back on the bed and wait for further instructions.
When he comes close, he puts his hand on the crown of my head. It feels like a benediction, even as I can sense the fury rolling off him in waves. “You keep leaving,” he mutters. “What is it you hope to find?”
I know what he wants. He wants me to give him something specific, something material. Buy me a pony and I’ll stay your docile little girl forever. Except I can’t be that docile little girl. And the more he pushes me to stay that way, the more I sink comfortably into the role, the more sure I am that I will have to leave. A man as powerful as Ivan isn’t easy to trick, but one of these days he won’t be looking—and on that day I’ll leave. And I can’t deny, as I look into his eyes, that I will forever be sad when he doesn’t follow me.
Two fingers tap my thighs. “Open.”
I tremble, spreading wide. “What are you going to do?”
Though the answer seems obvious. He’s going to fuck me, and it’s going to hurt.
And it seems like that’s what will happen when he answers, “I’m going to give you what you deserve, little one.”
He climbs onto the bed between my thighs. He’s still fully clothed, with his dress shirt and jacket—and his pants completely buttoned. Then he bends down and licks my pussy. I almost shoot off the bed in shock. My body was bracing for pain, but it can’t handle this pleasure. I would probably roll right off the bed, but Ivan’s hands catch me and hold me down.
He licks my clit until I’m panting—and he’s panting too. I can feel his hot breaths against my clit between the tender, tortuous licks.
“Ivan,” I whimper. “Please.”
His eyes meet mine across my body. Then he’s—thank God—tearing off his jacket, his shirt. He’s undoing his pants. I only have a second to take in his strong body, his terrible scars, and then he’s on top of me, inside of me.
His cock doesn’t hurt like before. It’s still an invasion, a fullness, a stretch. But without that biting, lingering pain. And I realize now that he’d been holding back, to an extent. I realize it because he doesn’t hold back now. He pounds into me, fucking me with everything he has.
He’s fucking me for his pleasure, not mine. I’m not sure how I know that. Something about the rhythm of it. Or maybe the way his eyes are closed, focused on the sensation in his cock instead of how I’m feeling. It makes me hot to think of the pleasure I’m giving him, makes me hot to be used like an object to get him off. My pussy is pulsing with it, but it’s not enough to come.
Ivan stiffens, and I know he’s coming inside me. His face is beautiful like this, carnal and raw. He looks like an avenging angel, and I push my hips into him, giving him a final squeeze. He gasps and bucks one last time.
Then he pushes off me, rolls over so he’s facing away, and pulls up the sheet. “Good night,” he says, still breathless.
For a minute I can only lie there, legs still spread, pussy still hot with arousal.
Then I sit up. “What?”
He sounds both amused and tired. “Go to sleep, Candy. We’re staying the night.”
“I don’t mind staying the night. I mind…I mind you leaving me like this!”
He looks at me over his shoulder, expression appreciative. “It wouldn’t be a punishment if you liked it.”
I should be pissed, but instead I just feel desperate and horny and deeply regretful. “Please, Ivan. Please…Daddy. I’m sorry I ran away. I won’t do it again.”
His eyebrows lower. “Don’t lie to me, little one.”
I drop my gaze, because we both know I can’t promise that. “Please let me come. I…I need to. It hurts in my private place.”
“Show me,” he says softly.
I put my hand over my pussy and give him my most sorrowful expression. I don’t have to fake it at all, because I feel sorrowful. I can’t believe I hurt him that way. And I can’t believe how turned on it made me to have him use me with no thought to my pleasure.
With a sigh, he sits up and puts a pillow in the middle of the bed. Then he arranges my body, without asking me, so I’m on my hands and knees, the pillow underneath me. For a second I think he’s going to fuck me again, from behind this time, and the pillow is for support.
Then he gives me a cruel smile. “You want to come so bad? This is how bad girls come.”
I blink at my position. “What…?”
He slaps my ass. “Move your hips. You know how.”