He lifts his head, eyes on the ceiling as he sighs in frustration. “I think you need a lesson in talking too much.”
One hand tightens on my throat. A sense of calm. My mouth flies open as I try to gasp for breath.
Three fingers assault my mouth and push their way to the back of my throat. My eyes water as I gag from the force. He’s not gentle and fucks my mouth with abandon. Something about the degrading nature of the act turns my body hot with need. That’s always been the issue—humiliation turns me on, and force fires me up. I need it, and Maxim provides a safe environment for me.
“Touch your cunt, Malishka. Your pussy is begging for it. Finger fuck yourself. Show me how much of a whore you are for me.”
My hands fly to my pussy, and my fingers glide along my slit before I place one inside. The sensation of touching myself for Max while he fucks my throat with no mercy is overwhelming.
“Fill my pussy, Samira. I want all four fingers in there. I want my cunt gaping. So stretched out I could fit three cocks in that filthy pussy.”
His words are depraved, but they wrap around me like a warm blanket.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Malishka. A bad girl who needs to be treated like a whore. You need a reminder that no matter how much of a whore you are for me, I’ll always see you as beautiful. I’ll always know you’re mine. The past is going to be wiped away by me. If it takes my entire life, I’ll wipe it all away. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be a whore for me, baby. You’re the wife of the head of the Bratva. You’re a queen. My queen. You can do whatever you want, act however you want, and you’ll always be precious. You’ll always be pure.”
There it is. The truth. Maxim Fedorov knows me better than I know myself, and that’s why he’s the only man on this earth who makes my heart sore.
I add another finger inside me, then a third and a fourth.
“Good girl.”
I cough as Maxim pulls his fingers from my mouth, trails of saliva gliding down my chin.
“You look thirsty.”
He lifts the wine bottle above my head, takes a sip, and spits it into my mouth. “That’s the only way you’re getting anything to drink, whore. I control you. I say when you eat, when you drink, and when you come.”
My eyes track him as he moves closer to my head. He pulls down his zipper, and my mouth waters as soon as his cock comes into view.
“Like what you see, slut?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Spit on it.”
My saliva lands on the head of his dick. The entire act is humiliating and titillating.
“You want my cock in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“Beg.”
Chapter 3
Maxim
She’s so fucking sexy lying on the table with her tits hanging out and her fingers knuckle deep in her perfect pink cunt. I love her like this, open, vulnerable, and at my mercy. But I want more. I want her to ask for what she wants, something Samira has a hard time doing.
I fist my cock and tap her lips. Her mouth flies open, and I pull away.
“Please,” she pleads. “Please fuck my mouth. I want your cum down my throat.”
She smiles as I brush her long, dark hair from her face and smile at her. “That’s my girl. Open wide, baby.”
Her mouth falls open, and I hiss as I push my hard dick into her warm, wet mouth. She bobs her head, eager to swallow my entire cock.
“You wanna choke on my dick, baby?”