“Elias,” I breathe his name, but I’m not sure why. I can’t work out if I want to beg him not to do this or to do it. My emotions are all mixed up with desire, and I can’t decipher anything anymore. I watch him over my shoulder as anticipation crowds over me, forcing me to wait for his next move.
“Tell me what you want,” he orders.
I swallow my pride, knowing that there’s no use fighting it anymore. “I want you to fuck me.”
The pure satisfaction in his eyes would sicken me at any other moment, but I’m too far gone. And then, without a word of warning, he thrusts forward brutally, impaling himself inside of me with one movement.
I scream, the pain almost unbearable as my unfucked pussy is stretched for the first time.
Elias grabs my throat from behind, forcing me to arch my back as he presses his lips against my ear. “Relax, nena. The pain will subside.” He licks a path down the side of my neck, making me shiver. “Do you feel how deep inside of you I am?” he asks, his voice strained.
I nod. “Yes.”
“It feels so fucking good, Natalya,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder and then biting it softly. “Now relax, and let me fuck you.”
I moan, the pain already subsiding as he holds still inside of me. And then he starts to move, and it feels like stars burst in front of my eyes.
Elias groans. “You really were totally untouched, baby, bleeding on my dick.”
I tense, wondering if that’s normal.
“It’s normal,” he says, as if he’s reading my mind.
I moan, arching my back as he moves in and out of me with slow, forceful movements. There’s no going back now. My bully is taking my virginity, and I’m loving every second.
What the hell is wrong with me?
15
ELIAS
Ihold on to the threadlike grip I have on my control, struggling to hold myself back as I slide in and out of Natalya’s heavenly cunt. This feels like nothing I’ve experienced before with other women. I can’t explain it. As if all my tormenting of this girl over the years has been foreplay leading to this moment.
Gentleness isn’t my forte, and although my motive for taking her virginity originated in a desire to make her pay for her family ruining my life, there’s a desire to make her feel good, too. I don’t understand it, but it’s there, clawing at me.
With each moan she makes and the more she arches her back, the harder I fuck her. It’s as if she’s inviting me to take her more ruthlessly, and when she looks at me over her shoulder, it feels like time stands still. The desire and pure lust in her eyes drives me wild.
“That’s it, Natalya. Watch me fuck that virgin cunt,” I growl, spanking her ass again.
She licks her bottom lip, the sight enough to make me combust as I fuck her even deeper. Our bodies becoming one as all the hatred, rage and tension comes to a head. None of this makes any sense. My obsessive hatred has morphed into something I don’t recognize anymore.
“Elias,” she moans my name, eyes flickering shut as I feel her muscles clinging more tightly around my shaft.
I thrust right into her and then hold still. “Not yet,” I pant, knowing that I’m not ready for her to come. She will come when I tell her to and not before.
She whimpers, trying to move her hips and fuck herself on me.
I tighten my grasp on them, knowing I’ll leave bruises and relishing the idea. I move one of my hands to her throat and pull her up with it, making her arch her back unnaturally. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about my little pet, she’s freakishly flexible. My lips press against the lobe of her ear. “You will only come on my command. Do you understand?”
She groans. “But—”
I tighten my grasp more. “Do. You. Understand?” I repeat more slowly.
“Yes, master,” she moans, trying to move her hips again as I continue to hold her tightly.
“Good girl,” I purr into her ear, flexing my fingers around the slender column of her throat. “Such a good cock slut. Aren’t you?”
She nods in response, clearly so far gone she no longer intends to fight any of this.