“You’re not done, angel,” he commanded, and I whined quietly in disbelief.
Having both holes full was disconcerting at first, but the longer it went on, the more I realized that it was arousing me as much as it was painful. Slowly, he worked in the second finger, stretching me just as much as my punishment had not long before.
“You came like a good girl for me, didn’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
My asshole kept clenching around his fingers, causing several waves of tempting agony to simmer through me time and time again.
“Now, you’re going to come like a bad girl for me with both your tight little holes sore and full. Impress me now, angel,” he instructed.
His last words lingered in my head long after they fell off his lips.
“Or else what?” I pressed.
My inner walls danced along his cock, and I couldn’t quite keep my hips still any longer. With a soft chuckle, he smirked. I started riding him very slowly once again, taking the pain and pleasure and just feeling all of it.
“Or else I’ll walk you straight out of this store and spank your bare little bottom bright red, before I take you home and fuck it,” he warned.
With every word, I rolled my hips. With one of his hands teasing my clit and the other firmly fingering my ass, I was instantly overwhelmed with desire.
“That would hurt, wouldn’t it,” I breathed.
“It would, angel,” he agreed. I stared into his eyes, coming to the inevitable conclusion that everything he was saying was the truth. My asshole clenched around his fingers, and I whined as a burning flare of pain throttled me from within.
His fingers pressed in and out of my ass and I held onto him more tightly. Then his cock throbbed inside me. I couldn’t stop my thighs from quivering. Still feeling overly sensitive from that initial orgasm, it didn’t take long for my desire to spiral up to the levels they’d reached before. This time though, I couldn’t keep quiet, nor could I keep my sounds muffled against his shoulder because I threw my head back and gave him everything I had to give.
I rode him like a feral creature, digging in my nails and bucking my hips back and forth so quickly that I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to lose control. My core muscles were sore, but that didn’t matter because so was everything else. He trailed slow kisses along my shoulder, occasionally biting and nibbling me in return just like I had done to him.
The rest of the world fell away, leaving just me and him.
I stopped thinking about my father, the loss of my mother, and the dangers I was in from the various factions of the Russian Bratva. I forgot about Poland and home and even my volley for vengeance.
The only thing left was the two of us.
I rode him as vigorously as I dared, feeling myself soar closer to release with every passing second.
“Please,” I begged.
I didn’t know why I was asking permission, but I felt like I should.
“Come for me, angel,” he answered hoarsely.
My world flew into pieces at once. It was as if someone had thrown a full-sized mirror against the pavement. I shattered, a billion little shards of glass reflecting the depths of my soul in a smattering of light and darkness. I curled forward, instinctually covering my mouth with his shoulder.
“Bite down,” he demanded, and I could hear the gruffness of his own release in his voice. His breath rumbled and the first hot spurt of his seed barreled up into me. My own release spiraled upward as I rode him frantically, not caring that his fingers were punishing my asshole even more brutally.
I knew I was going to be sore long after this was over.
I liked that.
One volley of hot cum after another marked the inside of my pussy, claiming me once and for all as his. My orgasm crested as I screamed against him, every muscle in my body tensing and clenching tight. By the time it started to fade, my arms and legs were trembling. I slumped against him, and his hand retreated from in between us to wrap around my waist.
He left his fingers in my bottom for a minute or two afterward. As the heat from my orgasm faded, the soreness returned in spades.
He started pumping them in and out of me, causing me to wince and yelp against him.
“Tell me again who you belong to,” he growled gently. He got a bit rougher, and the burning pinch overwhelmed me, making me answer in one swift breath.