Sordid (Sordid 1)

It flooded me with heat. Then, two fingers speared into me and I cried out. It was startling, but not painful. The sensation with the plug already inside me was different and exciting. I glanced up at him and he watched me right back, his faint smile twitching on his lips.

Wait a minute, was I supposed to feel good about pleasing him? Goddamn him. Maybe I’d pretend I didn’t like it just out of spite. But what good would it do? It wasn’t punishment for him and the only control he’d given me was over how much enjoyment I’d take from tonight. I moaned louder as his fingers drove deep, touching the spot that felt incredible.

I was reeling as he abruptly withdrew, and this smack, the one which came without warning, was like the one from the horrible dinner with his father. I gnashed my teeth together and sucked in air through my nose.

“That was for the way you talked to me downstairs.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed his face right up to mind. “And this,” he said, his eyes smoldering, “is for how you make me stupid.” His lips crashed into mine, and the kiss was intense. Brutal. “You make it so I can’t keep my hands off of you, or think about anything else.”

His tongue swept in my mouth, and I welcomed it. His kiss made me fall apart and feel stronger in the same instance. Every tiny adjustment of the angle, or movement of our lips together deepened the madness. I sighed against his mouth, wanting to breathe his confidence in. He tasted like sex and desire. What could I learn from him?

Luka was breathing as hard as I was when it ended. His pupils were large and skin flushed. I wanted him to kiss me like that again, or touch me, or . . . shit, for him to connect his body with mine. Or do all of those things at once and send me into oblivion. My muscles strained from the grip on the bench legs.

He rose up but stayed near my head and in my sight, letting me watch him undress. He had a habit of tugging his tie loose as soon as he came home, but leaving it that way. Now he undid the knot and slid the end free from his collar, tossing it onto the bed. Then, he worked the line of buttons on his dress shirt, and pulled the shirttails free from his waist. It was added to the pile. He moved faster after that.

When he stood before me completely naked, my lungs squeezed in my chest. Luka was a rush to look at normally, but naked? It was almost too much.

“Tell me you want this.” He stroked his hand over his hard dick, twisting his grip.

I ached for him, but when my lips parted, I was unsure if I could say the words.

His tone was dark and imposing. “Addison.”

“My family and friends call me Addie,” I said. Shit. Had I skipped over phase two, and gone straight to phase three, where logical thought was abandoned? Did I want him to use my abbreviated name like he was my friend? Like we were close?

He froze, and then his thick eyebrow arched. “Good for them, Addison. I don’t like nicknames.”

I flashed back to the moment at the frat party before we’d gone upstairs. Vasilije’s frat brother had called him Vas, but Luka had used his full name.

“In fact,” he added, “only the whore gets a nickname.”

I blinked my drunk eyes. “Why do you call her that?” If Tori had only been nineteen when she’d wound up in bed with Luka’s father, she probably had been seduced. Or worse. Maybe she had been placed in the same situation Luka had put me in.

“Because she’s a whore. She’ll tell you she fucked half the guys at the dealership before my father started fucking her for money.”

“Oh.”

He scowled and spanked my bare cheek with a loud smack. “We’ve gotten off track here.” His fingers traced my entrance, spreading around my arousal. “Focus. This is what you should be thinking about.”

I bit down on my bottom lip as he moved behind me. The tip of his cock teased between my folds, and I issued a soft sigh. Last week I’d been petrified when he’d done this, and now I wanted it. He’d turned me into a slut in a week flat.

“Tell me what you learned today,” he ordered.

I wanted my voice to sound confident, but it wavered. “Three point one four one five—Oh!”

Luka drove deep inside me, all the way to the root. My back bowed and I tried to get away, but the cuffs answered back, holding me down. It was still so much, and too quickly, plus the plug made me feel tight.