19
The contact of Vasilije’s dick was gone.
He delivered another brutal spanking, and I fell forward onto my stomach on the bed, running from the pain. The panties were jerked the rest of the way down, and then he dug a hand under my arm, flinging me over onto my back. He moved me like I was a ragdoll, and I gawked up at him, wide-eyed.
Looking at him was the same as staring at the sun. He was scorching. Beautiful. Fascinating, but I couldn’t do it for too long or I’d risk permanent damage. He catapulted forward over me, bracing himself with his hands by my shoulders, and as he lifted up, he kicked off the pants wadded around his ankles. His thick erection swayed and bobbed as he moved, and nerves clamped my stomach. All of that was about to go inside me.
When he was as naked as I was, he lowered and set his cock in the cradle between my thighs. I shuddered with pleasure and anticipation, and my lungs refused to work. All he had to do was slide back a few inches and then he could charge forward. Is that how he’d do it? Take my virginity in one quick thrust? If that was the most painful way to do it, it was likely the choice he’d make.
He reared back, but instead of positioning himself at my entrance, Vasilije continued to move down my body, until his mouth was on my breasts and his stomach was pressed against my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure as he chewed on my nipple. I peered down at him and watched his cheeks hollow as he sucked so hard on my flesh, it ached. I writhed and squirmed beneath him, but never asked him to stop.
Only because I wanted to please him. I mean, I didn’t like this . . . right? His cruel mouth was leaving red marks on my white skin, and it was going to look a hell of a lot worse tomorrow. I kneaded and clawed at his shoulders. I arched my back, shifting away from his sharp teeth, but all that did was roll him from one breast to the other, and I couldn’t help but think I’d done it subconsciously.
Oh my God. I wanted the marks on me to be even.
I whimpered and whined. I rubbed my wet clit against the notches of his abdominals, desperate for his punishing mouth to let up, and needing relief from the ache in my core. He had me pinned to the mattress, holding me captive with his lips and the promise he was going to fuck me.
There was a loud pop as my nipple broke free from his mouth, and he shifted once more, moving further down the length of my body. So, I hadn’t been wrong after all. It was going to be hours of torturous foreplay. The skin he’d abused was warm and tender, but the burn was sexy. I felt thoroughly used.
“Get these fucking legs open wider,” he snarled, and he slapped his fingers on the insides of my thighs. I yelped with pain and immediately obeyed, yanking my legs wide open. The gasp that poured from my mouth was so loud, I should have been embarrassed, but when his tongue swiped through my pussy, all I could think was I needed him to do it again.
My thighs were on fire from the painful slaps he’d inflicted, but I held perfectly still, and moaned as he feasted on me. His tongue wandered over my flesh, toying with my clit, flicking back and forth until everything from my waist down was shaking. His eyes were closed, and his eyebrows tugged together, separated by a crease. He was concentrating so hard.
Working to bring me pleasure.
It was dirty, and erotic, and my mouth fell open watching. The sensation of his wet, soft tongue was like nothing else. A dark, primal need took control. It demanded satisfaction, and made me a slave to this man. I’d do anything to keep him going.
“Oh my God, Vasilije,” I cried.
“You like how I’m eating you out?”
“Yes,” I whispered. It was vulgar, but I didn’t fucking care. Once again, I was so far removed from what was normal for me, I felt overwhelming freedom. I could say or do anything dirty and nasty and wrong, without shame. I put my hands on my knees, pressing them further open, widening to the point of discomfort. I didn’t want him to have any excuse to stop, but once I started touching myself, my hands had a mind of their own.
They roamed over my legs. Up my thighs, my stomach, all the way until I filled them with my breasts and relished the lingering pain from his vicious mouth. It felt so bad, it was good. No, better. It was perfect.
“You’re going to make me . . .” My lips trembled as the words failed me. He’d taken a flamethrower to my body and torched me. The heat from his mouth had burned me beyond recognition and I was a completely different person.
“Come on, now. Get there.” His voice was urgent and excited, encouraging my orgasm. “You like that?”
I fisted a handful of his hair, locking him in place. I was wild and out of control. Completely out of my mind. “I do,” I moaned. “I do, I do, I do . . .”
The tremors started in my hips and rolled toward my knees. Pleasure erupted from my center and flooded outward, sweeping heat across my skin, followed by numb bliss. My mind went blank. White with pleasure as the orgasm exploded in a rush. Its catastrophic fire consumed me, and left me shaking as it burned through, gone as quickly as it arrived.
My moans had swelled and ebbed, leaving no doubt what had happened, but when I’d gotten lost in the ecstasy, I’d closed my legs, clamping my thighs down around his ears. I forced my legs apart, but it was too late. Vasilije rose onto his knees, his mouth wet and glistening with my desire, and his eyes burned with a dark lust. Shit, he looked powerful and terrifying.
I flinched and cried out as he struck the inside of my thighs a second time, first one side and then the other, punishing me for disobeying him. His worst spankings on my bottom weren’t that bad, but these? They hurt. They throbbed afterward, matching the need beating in my foundation for him.
“Fuck me.” I blurted it out, unable to get a handle on the throbbing.
“You want it? How bad do you need it, good girl?”
“Please,” I said, reaching for him. I grasped a hand on his hard dick, but he swatted it away, twisting my hand until our fingers were twined together. He leaned over me, pressing the back of my palm to the mattress above my head.
Time slowed until it seemed to suspend.
Vasilije rubbed his erection over my pussy, rocking his hips as our flesh glided against each other, leaving us both breathless. At some point, he grabbed my other hand and laced our fingers together there, pinning that hand beside the other. I was at his mercy. The gorgeous devil hovered over me, threatening a kiss with his lush, full lips just a breath away, but he never gave it to me. Like he was waiting for something.
I don’t know how long I endured it.
It felt like eons. His hard body thrust against mine, giving flashes of pleasure and causing me to buck, but his grip on my hands was firm. He handcuffed me with his hold and his piercing black eyes, which seemed to watch each breath I swallowed.
He must have wanted me to vibrate apart. I shook so hard, the headboard of the bed tapped quietly against the wall, but perhaps his movements were causing that. He teased, swiveling his hips, but never sank into me. I grew so frantic, I tried anything I could to make him do it. I lifted my hips, but he pushed away and gave me a malicious smile. Like he enjoyed it.
So, I did the only thing I had left. I surged forward and planted my lips on his.
When I connected us in this way, he chose to connect us in the other. The hard tip of his dick lined up and began to creep inside.
Oh, shit.
It was too much. I turned my head away from his kiss, but he released my hands and slammed both of his palms on my jaw, framing my head in place. Making it so I couldn’t run from him. His tongue dipped into my mouth as he advanced inside me, and a moan gurgled in my throat.
It didn’t exactly hurt. It was more uncomfortable. A stretch past the point of what I liked, and while I wanted him to back off, he just kept pushing deeper. I managed to get my lips free of his, but only enough so he could speak.
“That’s it. Take it.”
I couldn’t find any air to breathe. His mouth was right beside mine and his hot breath filled my lungs as his cock filled me. The ache grew into a stabbing pain, and I whimpered.
It wasn’t shocking that it hurt. I knew it was likely to the first time I had sex. What was surprising was how beneath the pain, I still enjoyed it. The swollen fullness of it all. Another person was inside me, and judging by the emotion ringing Vasilije’s eyes, he loved it. Inch by inch, he took me, and pleasure choked his expression.
I undulated beneath him. My trembling legs gripped his hips and tried to stop his descent into me, but it was futile. When I closed my eyes, he jolted my head in his hands, startling them back open.
His tone was severe. “Eyes on me.”
Didn’t he know how hard that was? His dark eyes lured me in, and I worried I’d lose myself in them completely. A soft whine fell from my lips as he pressed all the way inside and his body was fitted against mine. The ache throbbed everywhere and I stopped moving, forcing myself to breathe through the uncomfortable situation.
I wasn’t a virgin anymore.
Vasilije Markovic was my first, and if things went terribly wrong, he’d be my last, too.
He only gave me ten seconds of stillness before he began to move. His hips drew back and I scrunched my face in displeasure. His expression was unchanged. It was just as intense as it’d been throughout this whole thing. He studied me like a teacher watching a piano student’s fingers, ready at any moment to correct a mistake.
A deep thrust rocked my body, and my mouth rounded into a silent scream as his hard chest pressed against mine. I wanted to sink into the soft fabric of the robe beneath me, melt away from the pain his thrust delivered.
His next one was worse, and I couldn’t stay quiet. I whimpered and slapped my hands on his broad shoulders, pushing at him. His eyes tightened on mine, and he paused. “Slower?” His uneven question threw me even more off balance. So far, he’d given me nothing but orders. He didn’t take requests or ask for permission.
I swallowed thickly and nodded.
His eyes flooded with heat as he retreated and advanced on me, moving at a fraction of his previous speed and with less aggression. He was probably making his best attempt at being gentle. His shallow thrusts came at an adagio tempo I could handle, and then his lips were on mine, muting the discomfort. His skin and heart were cold, but his mouth was fire. It was addicting. I was thirsty for his heat.
He maintained the slow rhythm while his lips were sealed over mine, and I focused on that. I enjoyed his kiss. He hadn’t rejected me this time when I’d instigated it. His open mouth moved against mine, letting our tongues meet and stroke, and I moaned with satisfaction.
It was another pull of a trigger.
That was when Vasilije really began to fuck me.