“Alright.” He groans, panting as he suddenly stops moving. “It’s in. Christ, your ass is fucking tight.” His hand smooths over my flushed cheek, still reddened and sore from the spanking. “I should spank your ass every fucking day,printsessa.It looks so fucking good, red like this, with my cock buried in it.”
I feel as if I can’t breathe, and then suddenly, his hand slides around my hip, reaching between my legs as he starts to thrust.
It’s excruciatingly painful, but the feeling of his fingertips rolling over my clit, teasing it, playing with it, is so good that it detracts from the pain. So much so, in fact, that I can feel the pleasure starting to build, tensing every muscle in my body until I’m shaking. I can feel myself clenching around Viktor, his thrusts stuttering as he tries to keep going, his fingers digging into my ass as he groans.
“Remember,printsessa,” he murmurs beside my ear, his voice taut with pleasure, “if you don’t come, I won’t fill your ass when I do.”
Oh god.His growling Russian accent in my ear, telling menotto come, does the exact opposite. His fingers are rubbing my clit faster now, harder. I moan helplessly, knowing that I’m going over the edge, that I can’t stop, that I’m going to come shamefully with a cock in my ass. There’s nothing I can do about it.
“Yes, Caterina, fuckingcome,” Viktor snarls as he feels the first shudder of pleasure through my body. Then I feel his fingers pressing harder against my clit, rubbing and circling and pinching, his cock thrusting deep in my ass, and I lose what little control I have left.
“Oh my god!” I nearly shriek as the orgasm bursts over me, my back arching, driving myself backward onto his cock despite the pain. I hear Viktor’s growl of pleasure as he starts to pound into my ass harder, fucking me as my body twists with the sensation of his fingers on my clit, not stopping, still rubbing and rubbing until I think my own orgasm will never stop either. I claw at the duvet, throwing my head back, my hair cascading over my back, and I hear Viktor moan with appreciation as he thrusts into me again, hard. His hand leaves my clit, at last, his fingers digging into my hips as he rocks himself even deeper, letting out a guttural groan that lets me know he’s reached the end of his control, too.
“Fuck, I’m going to fill your ass with my cum,printsessa,” he moans, the words choked as I feel him start to shudder, his cock rock-hard and swelling even larger inside the tight confines of my ass. I can feel the hot rush of him as he starts to come, his hips grinding against me as his cock throbs with every pulse of his orgasm.
The feeling of it ripples through me, and I drop my head forward, moaning helplessly, my face flushed with humiliation as my husband pumps my ass full of his cum, rocking against me as he savors every last drop of the pleasure he’s extracted from me.
When he finally slips free, Viktor slaps his half-hard cock against my ass, letting out another moan. “Fuck, that was good.” He stands up, and I slump to one side, looking at him with wide, exhausted eyes as the sensations start to fade, leaving only embarrassment and anger. “I should fuck you like that more often, wife.”
“I thought the point was to get me pregnant,” I snap, narrowing my eyes at him. “You can’t knock me up by coming in my ass, Viktor. Or did they not teach you about the birds and the bees in school? Clearly, this is about your pleasure, not getting a child from me.”
Viktor smirks. “Spread your legs then, and I’ll give you another load where you seem to want it so badly, if you’re that hungry for my cum. I can be hard again in moments.”
“I doubt it, old man.” I glare at him, but he only laughs, his eyes cold.
“Not so old that I can’t fuck my lovely wife all night long. Not even forty yet, in fact. But if you don’t believe me, I’d be happy to show you and prove you wrong.”
“You took advantage of me.”
“You came back to this house, knowing what it meant. You stood in that door, watching me stroke my cock, and you didn’t run when I saw you. You wanted it, Caterina. Stop pretending that you don’t. It’s infantile, and I married a woman.” Viktor shakes his head, turning away. “I’m going to shower. You can use it when I’m finished unless you want to get fucked again in there.”
“Stronzo!”I spit out as he starts to walk away.Asshole.
I expect him to say something in return, but he only laughs, striding into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
I want to follow him—I desperately want a shower after all of the events of the day, but I don’t doubt that he’ll follow through on his threat if I do. So instead, I lay on the bed, aching in every inch of my body, struggling with coming to terms with everything that’s happened.
I hate him,I think to myself, burying my face in the blankets. And maybe that’s true. Maybe I do hate him.
But I also want him, more than I’ve ever wanted any man.
And I hate that most of all.