“You’re mine, Malishka. Always have been. And always will be.”
My body shakes forward, both from the force of his cock and the hard slap he places on my ass. Oddly, the sting of his hand soothes the fury in me, and Maxim seems to sense it cos he does it again.
“This is just a taste, Samira. I will own you one way or another, and the more you push me away, the more you’ll force me to hurt you.”
“More,” slips out of my mouth as I moan into the shelf. I tremble as Maxim’s fingers roam over my body before he grabs onto one breast. He squeezes hard, and I become wetter.
He breathes in the shell of my ear as he whispers, “My little pain slut. You like that, darling? You like when I treat you like my personal whore?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, please.”
“Mmmm. It’s sexy when you beg. Tell me, Malishka, what do you want?”
“I want you to make me feel. Make me hurt, abuse me. Fuel my pleasure with pain.”
“Grab your other tit for me. I want you to squeeze it as hard as I am. I want you to show me how much of a little pain slut you are. Show me, baby. Show me how big of a whore you are for my cock.”
My hand grabs under my tits, and I dig into the flesh. The pain shoots straight to my clit, and I moan. I’m not sure when I started craving this type of sex or if they conditioned it in me, but it’s what my body responds to. What shocks me is that with Maxim, it comes with a sense of safety. As much as my mind keeps telling me to run from him, my body is conditioned to relax at his touch. Maybe Max and I are bound by frayed and twisted rope that’s fragile and durable. One wrong tug could have us fall together, but one tight knot could hold us in place for all eternity.
Maxim pulls me back by my hair, abandoning my breast in favor of wrapping his fingers around the delicate flesh of my neck. His fingers force my head back further, and my ability to speak is stolen. The restriction on my throat lets me know that, with him, I’ll never be in charge. It’s under his touch that I can experience any sensation. My hips buck against his thick cock. I’m desperate to find my release, to find comfort in the pain.
“That’s it, pretty girl, ride that cock like the whore you are. Come all over my dick like a good girl.”
There’s excitement in being fucked with the threat of violence. A perverse sense of peace at knowing you have no control. I move against Maxim’s thrusts before I come undone by his touch.
“Fuck, watching you come is the sexist thing I’ve ever seen. Come for me, baby,” he grunts as he bites my shoulder, making me scream in pleasure as I come all over his cock. He follows by releasing into me.
He doesn’t pull away. He holds his position firm as my pussy cradles his cock. “You’ve been a bad girl. You need reminders of who you belong to.” He pulls out of me and cups my pussy with his hand. “Push the cum out, like a good girl. Right onto my hand.”
Humiliation washes over me as I do as I’m told and squat. What Max is asking is completely degrading, but it’s also turning me on. His cum slides out of me in a stream. When the last drop leaves my pussy and lands on his hand, Maxim pulls me around by my hair and pushes me to the ground, holding his hand in front of my face. “Be a good girl and clean up your mess.”
Chapter 10
MAXIM
Samira’s eyes widen as she gazes up at me, but she doesn’t argue. Her pretty pink tongue pokes out of her lips, and she glides it on my hand, licking up the cum. She looks so fuckin’ hot like this, on her knees doing anything I ask her.
“Good girl. Lick it all up. Show me what a dirty cum slut you are.”
Her tongue moves faster. She buries her face into my hand, taking it all in.
“What are you?”
“I’m a dirty cum slut,” she mumbles into my hand.
I tug her hair back and look at her face covered in my cum. So beautiful. I rub my open palm all over her pretty face, smearing it with our cum. “And who do you belong to?”
“You,” she whispers.
“Damn right you do.” I pull her towards me and kiss her lips, tasting the cum and the desperation that courses through us both. “Don’t forget it, baby, because I won’t be as gentle next time.”
A slow clap. I turn around and see Ronan standing there with a shit-eating grin. “Dang, this show might have been better than the show you put on out there.”