I lean back, tilting my head up to look at Max through tear-filled eyes. “You keep saying you’re weak, butI’mthe one who’s weak. I begged another woman to let a man violate her, something that Iknewthe horror of, to stop my own pain. To make him stop hurting me. I broke, and I can’t forgive myself–”
“Caterina forgave you.” He reaches down, brushing away the tears with his fingers. “And it doesn’t matter, because there’s nothing to forgive. The one who did wrong was Alexei, to do what he did. To hurt you so badly in the first place that you would even be put in a position to break that way. It’s not your fault that you couldn’t bear a torture designed to make you fail. That could never, never be your fault.”
He leans down, brushing his lips over where his fingers were, kissing away the tears. “You should never feel guilty for what others have done to you, Sasha.”
The ache that washes through me is more than desire. It’s something deeper, a need for him beyond the physical, a need for closeness, for intimacy. When his lips brush lower, finding mine, I moan as I clutch his shoulders, arching against him with a desperation that might have embarrassed me in some other circumstance, but in this one, simply feelsright. I need him, to feel him sink into my skin and my bones and down to my very soul, and I can’t resist it–can’t resist pleading for it.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe against his lips, arching into him. “Please don’t stop–”
Max groans, a low, deep sound in his throat as his hands drop to my waist, pulling me hard against him as he deepens the kiss. “I love when you beg for me, Sasha. It makes me so fucking hard that it hurts. Does that upset you?” His hand reaches up, raking through my hair, fisting at the back of my head as his lips drag across mine again–not enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of what he’d said earlier. “This is what I’m talking about. It fucking turns me on to hear you beg.”
He claims my mouth again, a hard and furious kiss that leaves me shaking and wet, my limbs going soft under the onslaught of arousal. “No,” I whisper when I can think again, when I canspeak, my hands curling against his hard chest, furred with soft hair, before I drop to my knees in front of him. “I like hearing you beg, too.”
I undo his belt in quick, hurried movements, my palm rubbing against the hard ridge of his cock, desperate for him not to stop me. I have him out in a matter of seconds, my hand wrapping around the thick shaft, and I lean forward, my lips brushing lightly over the tip of Max’s cock. He’s sticky with pre-cum already, salty against my tongue as I flick it out, and I roll my gaze upwards, looking at him dangerously.
“Don’t you want to beg me to suck your cock?” I whisper, my voice as low and sultry as I can make it, and Max’s jaw tightens as his hand runs through my hair again. “Or do you want me to beg for it instead?”
“Sasha–” A tortured expression passes over his face. “Fuck, Sasha–”
My tongue flicks over his cockhead again, tasting him, and I moan softly. “Pick one, Max, if you want your cock in my mouth.”
“Oh god.” His hips jerk and I can feel him harden in my fist. “Fuck, I need your mouth, Sasha–”
I swirl my tongue around him, just a little more than before, teasing the soft flesh beneath the tip. “You have to say please,” I whisper, and Max’s cock jerks in my fist, pre-cum dripping onto my lips.
“Please,” he groans breathlessly, his hand tightening in my hair. “Please suck my cock, Sasha.Fuck–”
I’ve never heard him curse so many times in quick succession, a clear sign that I’ve pushed him to the brink and past it. He shudders as I wrap my lips around his cockhead, pressing my tongue underneath it, swirling and licking as I slide down. I’m still no expert, struggling to keep my lips over my teeth and still fit his thick shaft into my mouth, but from the sounds Max is making above me, it doesn’t matter.
I slip my hand underneath, between his legs, cupping his taut balls in my hand. I look up, watching the pleasured expressions playing over his face as he grips my hair, the lust in his eyes as his cock slips deeper into my mouth.
“Ohgod, I–”
He swallows hard, his hips shuddering, and for a moment, I think he’s going to lose control and come down my throat. I feel his balls contract in my hand, feel the way he goes hard all over, and then Max is suddenly dragging me to my feet, turning me, and pushing me back against the desk.
“Your turn.” He looks down at me with a dangerous edge in his gaze. “Beg me to fuck you, Sasha. If you want this, beg for it. Is that what you want?”
I hold his gaze, not faltering for even a second as I reach down to grab the fabric of my sundress’s skirt, bunching it in my hand as I drag it upwards.
“Please,” I whisper, my tongue lightly drifting over my lower lip, tasting the trace of Max that still lingers there. “Please, please fuck me. Please give me your cock.”
Before he can lift me, I push myself up on the edge of the desk, yanking my dress higher and opening my legs for him. “Come find out how wet I am for you.”
“God, Sasha–” Max growls the last word, my name rasping over his lips as he steps between my legs, his cock hard as iron, jutting out eagerly. “You’re going to be the death of me–”
“That’s how I feel, too.”
I reach out, wrapping one hand around the back of his head and the other around his cock, and drag him towards me.
Max’s mouth crashes down onto mine, hard and hot, his tongue tangling with mine as I stroke his cock between my legs, feeling like I’m on fire. I feel hot, feverish, and desperate for him. When his fingers slide underneath my panties and slip inside of me, I moan into the kiss, pulling him closer.
“You’re fucking soaked.” Max’s fingers slip deeper, curling forward, and I cry out, my hips arching into his touch. “God, Sasha, the way you want me–” He presses his forehead against mine, breathing hard. “It makes me feel insane. It makes me feel–”
His body shudders as my fingers press into the back of his neck, both of us stroking the other, pleasure rippling through us both. “We should stop. We should–”
“No. No, please.” I arch up desperately, kissing him again. “I need you, Max. Please don’t stop. Please–”
“Fuck!”Max nearly snarls the word, and suddenly he reaches out, sweeping books and papers off of the desk in one swift motion. His hand presses into my chest, and I find myself flat on my back, my grip on his cock lost as he reaches under my skirt, ripping my panties down roughly as he holds me down against the desk, his eyes wild above me.