Our skin slapped together so hard that my thighs went numb, the sound echoing off the walls. Though I could hardly hear it over her primal grunts. Samantha had been a shy, quiet girl in my office, but now she sounded like a banshee.
“Yes. Yes. YES.”
I knew if she screamed any louder the neighbors would be able to hear her, so I let go of her hair, letting her fall face first into the bed, muffling her cries. Her arms were bent at her sides, so I hooked my fingers around her elbows and pulled her onto me, meeting with every thrust, so her entire body shook when we connected.
“Talk to me.” I grunted as I slammed into her again.
“You’re so big,” she moaned, her breathing erratic. “I’m stretched wide.”
The fire was licking up my insides, leading me toward the tipping point. I felt it coming quickly, but I wasn’t strong enough to back down this time. I needed the release.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
She arched her back during a particularly hard thrust, opening herself to me more, making it so that we hit at a new angle. My muscles tensed with the pleasure, and I reared back and slapped her again.
“Spank me,” she said, turning around to look at me over her shoulder.
We made eye contact, and I lifted my hand and did as she asked, bringing it down across her skin in a hot flash. She winced, but then licked her lips.
“Do it again,” she begged. “Spank me ‘til I come.”
Either I was too far gone to judge real from fake anymore, or Samantha was simply a great actress, but it seemed like she was enjoying it. Really enjoying it. I alternated thrusts with loud smacks, liking the way her skin rippled and jiggling under my hand. But after a few more minutes, I couldn’t hold off anymore.
I wrapped my hands around the tops of her shoulders, pinned her down on the bed, and pounded into her until my muscles clenched, followed quickly by surges of relief. The pleasure surged through my entire body, washing over me in warm waves. My thrusts became more and more shallow, slower, until I couldn’t move anymore.
Chapter Six
Samantha
I rolled over and sat up when Gavril finished, covering myself with my arms. I knew it didn’t make sense. He’d already seen all of me, touched all of me. But I still felt exposed. I wanted to put my clothes back on.
Gavril was laying on the bed next to me, hands folded behind his head. Because he’d undressed after I was already laying face-first on the bed, I hadn’t been able to see his body. Now that he was spread out in front of me, I found it hard to look away. His stomach was rippled with muscles, a perfect six-pack of abs that led down to a thin waist, and his arms were thick, noticeably more toned than I’d thought they were when he had his long-sleeved shirt on. Every inch of his body was unblemished and tan.
He was beautiful.
“Am I worth the price?” I asked quietly, looking down at the floor. I was well aware of what I was doing in Gavril’s house, but that didn’t make talking about my own worth any less humiliating.
Gavril pouted out his lower lip and shrugged. “You’ll do.”
I felt sick. Nauseated in a way I didn’t think would ever go away. I hadn’t expected the sex with Gavril to be phenomenal because I knew my heart wasn’t in it, but I hadn’t expected to feel so degraded afterward. The worst part was that the sex had actually felt nice. I hadn’t been lying when I’d told Gavril he was the biggest man I’d ever been with. He was, by a large margin, and he knew how to use it. Many of my reactions had been real and honest, which only made me feel that much worse. How could I have enjoyed myself at all?
Hot tears burned at the back of my eyes, and I slid off the bed and turned away from Gavril, not wanting him to see. I grabbed my clothes off the bed and started walking towards the master bathroom.
“Where are you going?” Gavril asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
“To change,” I mumbled.
“Might as well leave the clothes off,” he said, laying back down and closing his eyes. “We are only getting started.”
I dropped my clothes in a pile at my feet and dove into the bathroom, slamming the door shut before he could see the tears leaking down my cheeks. What had I gotten myself into? My body felt used and raw. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
I looked in the mirror and immediately regretted it. My eyes were red and puffy, and there were red finger marks up and down my arms and across my shoulders. I turned around and gasped when I saw the welts cross my butt and lower back. I would be sore for a week as it was. How could I handle any more?