“Is this what you want kitten?” He thrust into me once more, grinding himself into my center, rubbing against my swollen clit.
The motion knocks the air from my lungs and I sink my nails deeper into his flesh, this time his back. He hisses out in maybe pain, or pleasure I have no clue and pulls out of me completely, slamming into me to the hilt over and over again.
Each thrust breaking away the person I was before I came here, before I found him, before I started to fall in love with him.
“Damnit Kitten, you’re so tight, your pussy is swallowing my cock perfectly. Taking every inch of it like it was made for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, letting him own me with every thrust. Tears spring from my eyes as he grunts, moving in and out of me at a treacherous pace. My chest expands as I inhale our mingled scents mixed with sex into my lungs. A tightness unravels in my lower belly, and I feel my orgasm building. I’m climbing higher and higher with every powerful stroke he gives me, his body moving against mine in a feverish way. I feel nothing but him in this moment. There’s no one else but Ivan and I.
There’s no bad, no good. No right or wrong. Just us, finding a means to an end. Seeking out what we both desperately want and need.
“I can’t last much longer kitten. I need you to come…” Ivan’s voice is rough, gravely and it makes me shiver, my hardened nipples rubbing against his muscled chest.
“I’m close.” I whimper, and with uncanny strength he holds himself up on one arm and maneuvers the other between our bodies, his fingers rubbing against my clit. That coupled with the deep thrust of his cock send me flying over the edge, like a rocket soaring into the sky.
Every muscle inside my body tightens, and my my head spins. I can’t tell what’s up or down and frankly I couldn’t care either way. My pussy strangles his length, quivering with aftershocks of pleasure. A few strokes later I feel his body tense, his cock throbbing deep inside me, a roar of unbridled pleasure escaping his lips and filling my ears.
My whole body feels like air, as if I’m just floating into nothingness. My body and mind are sated and my heart feels full, brimming with an emotion I can’t explain.
Thoughts swirl inside my head about Ivan, about all he’s done for me, about what he continues to do, and when I feel the tears slipping down my cheeks I know I’m screwed. Before I can think about what I’m going to say the words are coming out.
”I love you.” They hang in the air between us, and for a moment I don’t think that he’s even heard them until I fell his body tense above mine. A coldness sweeps through me, and I wince as he pulls out, pushing off the bed and away from me.
“This is exactly why I didn’t want to do this.” I blink the euphoric pleasure easing from my veins, anger, and sadness replacing it. His body is turned away from me but I can still feel the anger and resentment radiating from him just because I said those three little world.
“It’s not like I meant it. People say things in the moment all the time.” I lie and he turns on me, his face is a mask of anger now, and I see the guilt in his eyes.
God, why did I have to open my mouth?
He takes off the condom tossing it into a waste bin near the bed. Rivlets of blood smear against the latex and I know if I look down I’ll find the evidence of my lost virginity, and at the hands of a man I know I truly want, that I truly love.
“You’re a liar Violet, and you’re a bad one at that. I deal with liars every single fucking day. The worst kind of men you can think of. Don’t lie to me.”
His voice is stern and I feel like I’ve ruined this entire moment. Maybe even more than this moment. What if I’ve ruined everything? What if he wont help me after this. He could leave me in the cell for the next eight days and let me go to the auction. There wouldn’t be anything I could do on my own to get out of here. Without him I’m completely alone and helpless. I wish I could take the words back.
“Feel however you want to feel but it changes nothing. Nothing we’ve done tonight changes anything. It was just sex Violet. You asked me to do this for you and I did. I gave you what you wanted, and now this…” Ivan seems to grow more agitated as he slips into the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and a second later he appears in the doorway a washcloth in his hand, his eyes bleeding into mine.