Torrid (Sordid 2)

Her silence was infuriating, but it made me harder. I flexed inside her, strangling back the need to fuck her until my cum dripped out of her pussy. I moved my hand onto a cheek, my thumb seeking the spot between that she’d ruled off limits.

“If you don’t say anything, you’re gonna get a thumb in your ass.”

Her chest was heaving, and her body ricocheted with the impact of my punishing thrusts, but no words came from her. Not in English or Russian. I pushed the pad of my thumb down, burying the finger inside.

“Oh,” she cried, and sucked in breath through clenched teeth.

Fuck me, it was hot. It was wrong and dirty, but I couldn’t stop. I’d push her until she made me stop. Oksana was stubborn, but so was I, and she’d be the one to break first. “Say you want to stop.” My tone dared her to do it. “Say it, or I’ll give you another finger.”

Her voice was clipped. “Do it.”

“Yeah? God, you’re filthy. What a filthy, fucking slut you are.”

I had no idea if her reaction was to my words, or the way I retracted my thumb and began to work my first two fingers inside her virgin ass. It was so tight, and I could feel the fingers moving against my cock as I fucked her. The sensation was amazing.

“Oh, my God,” she whined.

I jerked to a stop, throbbing inside her pussy, and pulled myself together. I’d gotten right to the edge and needed to back off. I pulled out my fingers and slapped her ass, making her yelp. “You better tell me to stop, or I’m going to fuck this ass.”

She jerked against the tape, and the bench squealed an inch across the floor. “Nyet.”

“Da.” I knew the Russian word for ‘no,’ just as I knew the one for ‘yes.’ I pulled out of her, sat back on my haunches, and gave her a matching red handprint on her other cheek. “You tell me no in English.”

Her legs shook as she knelt over the bench, and her hands squeezed the uprights so tightly, her knuckles were white. Her muscles were tense, and her back rose and fell with hurried, uneven pants. “Do whatever you want,” she said. “I’m yours.”

“If you say so,” I patronized.

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I silenced the sirens in my head that said I was too fucked up and about to go past the point of no return. I squeezed some more lube in my hand and slicked it over my pulsing dick.

Oksana’s skin was soft and warm against my legs as I came back to her. I fisted my cock and used my other hand to hold her open, and lined up where I wanted to go. My gaze darted from her, to my dick, and back again, waiting for her to announce I’d called her bluff.

But she didn’t. I pressed against her, and—

“Oh, shit! Slow!” she cried. The head of my cock was just seated inside her.

Slow is not the same as stop, my dick relayed to my brain. I spanked her. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

Her body’s grip was so strong, my vision blurred. When she swallowed a huge breath, I pushed deeper.

Inch by slow inch, she took me inside.

The sensation was different. New and dirty. I owned her completely now, and liked that I hadn’t shared the experience with anyone else but her. Fuck me, it felt so good. I dragged my hand over her back, caressing her skin as she grew to tolerate where my dick was.

I swore every cuss word I knew in Serbian, and then repeated it in English so she’d understand. I drew my hips back, and slowly pressed forward. She made a noise I hadn’t heard before and didn’t understand. It could have been pain or pleasure.

“Do you like it?” I asked, expecting her to lie.

Her voice was strained. “No.”

“That’s too bad. I like it.” I eased my hips back and forth, sliding my cock into the tight ring of her asshole. “You don’t like being used? Now you know how I feel.”

“How have I used you?”

“You want me to kill your father.” It was getting hard to hold back. Her grip on me was too tight, too good.

“No. I want . . . your help. Be someone who’ll have my back,” she whispered. “My partner.”

She wanted someone to cover her ass. Ironic, given I was actually inside it at that very moment. “Why should I believe anything that comes out of your lying mouth?”

She turned her head to the side so I could see her profile and the grimace she made. “I’m not lying.”

I spanked her like the strike would punish, but it had no effect. She kept talking.

“We can work together.”

“Shut up!”

I slapped a hand on her shoulder and held her firm as I drove into her. My vision narrowed. My heart pumped blood through my system at the speed of light. My knees ached against the hardwood, but I fucked her relentlessly. She didn’t like it, but she didn’t hate it either. Or at least, she didn’t hate it enough to give in.