“Is this what you need, malysh?”
She whimpers.
“Say it.” I sound like a dick, but it’s important to me. The line between me and men like Poval seems thin and blurry. I’ve captured a girl against her will. I have her tied up and mostly naked. I need to prove to myself I’m not the exact same as the monster I’m trying to hunt.
I lightly trace around her clit with my finger, and she squirms, her head falling back on my shoulder.
“I need you to finish what you started.” She still sounds petulant.
I hold her throat back against my shoulder, still rubbing between her legs with my other hand. “You want me to fuck you, malyshka?”
“Tak.” The syllable sounds close enough to the Russian yes that I understand her.
“I’ll take care of you.” I press my finger inside her again, pumping with a slow pulse. “How do you want it?”
She doesn’t answer. I get it. She’s obviously into being dominated. Giving me direction probably feels like topping from the bottom. I only know these terms because my buddy Pavel is into this shit.
“Hard and rough, Kateryna? Is that how you like it?”
She whimpers because I pick up the speed of my finger dipping in and out of her.
“Because I don’t do gentle.”
Not entirely true, but maybe with her it is.
“You want it on your knees or on your belly?” I haven’t forgotten the way she offered herself up to me a few minutes ago. “Because you’re definitely getting it from behind.”
“Enough talk,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
I pull my finger out and give her pussy a slap. “I decide what’s enough.”
She moans loudly.
I pull her knee open over mine and slap her pussy repeatedly, light and fast. “We’ll make this simple. No fancy words. You tell me stop; otherwise, I do what I want. Yeah?”
She nods against my shoulder.
“Say it.” I slap her pussy again.
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” I lift her off my lap. “Go and get on the bed.” I suppose it’s one last test. I’m making sure she uses free will to put herself in position. That she really wants this.
She goes over to the bed and climbs onto her forearms and knees, her ass high in the air, making an appealing target. I walk over and run my palm lightly over her ass. It’s red from the spanking I gave her against the door. Slightly heated to the touch.
I lift my palm and deliver another hard spank. She doesn’t make a sound. “I don’t like to hurt women, but I could definitely get used to spanking you,” I tell her.
She says nothing but holds perfectly still.
“You are a very good girl, waiting for your fucking like this. You look so beautiful.” I push my shirt up her back to reveal her breasts hanging down, and I pinch and roll the nipple of the one closest to me. “You have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen.”
She lifts her head up, like she’s surprised.
“Has no one told you that before?” I continue to pinch and squeeze her breast as I deliver another slap to her ass.
She hesitates, and I think she’s not going to answer, but then she says, “No one I believed.”
I don’t like that, for some reason. It implies a lack of confidence, which I didn’t suspect her of. From what I saw at the rave, she knows she’s hot. She works it. She enjoys toying with men, trying to get something she seems to crave.
I fist her wet hair and squeeze, pulling it taut at the roots. “You believe me, Kateryna?”
She tries to look up at me, but with my hand in her hair, she can’t, so I release her hair.
“Hmm?”
There’s a pretty blush on her face like it pleases her to hear I’m in love with her rack. “I want to.” I catch that vulnerability again, and it hurts my chest.
Fuck. She’s going to get attached. I’m already far too entranced by her. And there’s only one horrible way this relationship ends. With her father in a pool of his own blood and me holding the gun.
I don’t mind wrecking my soul to get my vengeance. I don’t care if I spend the rest of my life in prison or even if I die. But now it seems like I’m going to ruin this girl. And that was the one thing I was hoping not to do.
I didn’t want her traumatized like Nadia. I didn’t want her hurt.
But in my need to take care of her, to protect her from trauma, I’ve created a new weak point: her heart.
Not that her heart wasn’t already bound to be broken by losing her father, but to have it done at the hand of a man she’s been intimate with–won’t that completely destroy her?
But she’s looking at me with those cornflower blue eyes. I can’t pull back or stop now. I have to finish what I’ve started.