But as his fingers started the slow motion, sliding in and out of me as another stroked over my clit, I found myself already fighting against my natural desire to moan and cry out. Tight, wet and desperately hungry for release, I could barely think, let alone concentrate on staying silent.
Just as he’d given me no mercy while whipping me, he gave my pussy none now, assaulting it again and again, claiming my insides as deeply as he could until I fell into oblivion, burying my face in the furs to keep from screaming his name.
He continued to thrust as each ripple of pleasure poured over me, dragging out the intensity as long as possible.
“Better, much better,” he said when we were both finally still. “You’re a fast learner.”
I panted, still coming down as he pulled out of me. The feeling of emptiness suddenly seemed overwhelming, and I considered begging him to fuck me too.
Instead he moved away, my ears listening for any sound that might show where he’d gone.
The bonds that held my legs in place loosened one by one, until I could close my legs again.
“Roll over,” he commanded, making it clear we weren’t done yet. I did my best to obey, my hands still tied together and the beaten area sensitive to the slightest friction. As soon as I was on my back he pulled the bonds around my ankles again, forcing them as far open as before.
I bit down on the moan of desire that threatened to come out of me. He’d not let me know if I could make any noise yet.
I heard more than felt him as he knelt between my legs, followed by the jangle of a belt buckle as it was undone. Not knowing exactly what he was doing, I imagined him revealing his hardness, ready and eager to plunge into me. The thought sent heat spiking through me, making me wet for a second time.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said, his voice husky. “I’m going to fuck you now, princess. Hard. I don’t expect you to stay quiet. I doubt you’ll be able to.”
I tried to think of a suitable reply, but before I could he’d lowered himself down on top of me, his manhood pressing against my opening for a brief moment before his hips drove down and impaled me.
Gasping, I bucked, the initial pain almost too much, but he stilled for just a moment, one of his hands finding my breast and rolling my nipple between a thumb and finger while the other supported his weight.
“God, I’d forgotten how amazingly tight you are,” he said before pulling back and ramming deep again. Once more pain flared, but this time my body responded a little more positively, growing even hotter and wetter.
There was no pause a second time, each draw back the prelude to a powerful thrust inside as if he tried to tear me in two. I’d never been taken like this, my body still confused whether to enjoy it or not.
“You’re hurting me,” I said a moment later, as the next thrust was harder still. He growled and paused.
“I know. I’ve been hurting you ever since we arrived, princess,” he pointed out. “You liked it before now. Are you asking me to stop?”
“I...” Once more I hesitated. Was I? I was hot, wet, and the thought of him pulling out of me was as much agony as the forceful way he’d just been claiming me.
“No,” I replied eventually. “I don’t want you to stop. I’d like to enjoy this.”
He moaned, moving slightly as if he fought his own desire to just continue on fucking me. Instead, he shifted slightly, his fingers rubbing across my nipple as his mouth came down on mine. He poured all his desire and passion into kissing me and stroking my body until he shuddered, evidently unable to hold still any longer.
“I need this,” he said as he pulled away, letting me drag in a much needed breath. I gave a quick up and down, his body responding to the permission I gave as he drew back and slammed his manhood into me again.
This time the pleasure outweighed the pain, his moans of pent-up desire being satisfied enough to make even more heat flush through me. Although he screwed me even harder and faster now he could carry on, I grew hotter and wetter until I was so slick his thrusts came almost effortlessly.
Time seemed to fade into the background, everything dictated by the hard rush as he claimed me again and again, relentless, tireless.
Pleasure built, dragging sweet mewls of delight and gasps for air until for a second time oblivion claimed me, this time a yell so primal I knew nothing would silence it tearing from somewhere inside me.
Somewhere along the way his voice joined mine as his body drove his hard cock deep for the last time, hot cum jetting into my depths.
Slowly we both stilled, both of us panting, spent. The pleasure fading just enough for me to know I was going to feel this for days. If this had been a lesson, it was one I’d never forget.
10:21am
“Princess?” a voice called, breaking into the dream I’d been having. “Princess? It’s time to get up.”
I frowned at the thought, warm and cosy. As I shifted slightly a wave of aches and pains stole the last of sleep’s sway over me. I’d been fucked and beaten, and my body was very much aware of it.
Not sure I truly wanted to, I opened my eyes. They settled on Konstantine, his arms still warm around me, our naked bodies entwined. At some point he’d untied me and wrapped the fur blankets around us.
I sighed as he studied me, not wanting to go anywhere.
“Your father will want you back home. He’ll be wondering where we are.”
“I thought you said he was happy for me to go anywhere with you,” I replied.
“He did, but let’s not push it too far. It’s one thing for a father to know a man is screwing his daughter and another to think the same man is taking her through a whirlwind of debauchery and sexual depravity.”
Sighing, I stretched again, trying to ignore the pain that flared. He had a point, even if I didn’t like it.
“Although I concede, I’d like it noted that I happen to like this particular whirlwind,” I said as I started pulling on my clothes again. Konstantine chuckled.
“Oh, I’m well aware. I planned to last a lot longer as I gave you the deepest fucking of your life, until you orgasmed. I knew you’d enjoy it, but I didn’t expect you to like my control that much.”
As I stood, I frowned. If he’d lasted longer I’d be hurting even more, and I was more than a little sore as it was. I pointed this out as I found my shoes and put them on my feet.
“Yes, I’m aware of that too,” he said, wrapping his arms around me as I stood. “I wanted you to be reminded that I claimed you.”
Sliding a hand under the skirt hem, he made it clear he remembered my lack of panties.
“This belongs to me now. And a little pain is a great reminder of everything I can do with it. And will do, depending on your behaviour. Please me and I’ll make you scream in pleasure so overwhelming you can barely handle it. Displease me and I’ll do the opposite.”
“No in-between?” I asked, but as he looked at me I realised I already knew the answer.
“No in-between,” we said together.
For a moment we paused, the words a sort of agreement.
And then the moment was over, our fingers entwining as we headed back to the car and back to the real world.
As Konstantine pulled off, I looked back at the hut slowly growing smaller.
I wasn’t the girl who had walked into it and I never would be again.
I’d come out a woman. A woman who finally knew what she wanted.
~
Thank you for reading this story. You can buy (or pre-order) the next book in the series here.
Books by Eliza Lockhart
The Russian Mafia Universe:
Beast (Inspired by Beauty and the Beast)
Taken by the Beast
Taught by the Beast
Protected by the Beast
Rescued by the Beast
Forever with the Beast
Thief (Inspired by Aladdin)
Claimed by the Thief
Taken by the Thief
Forever with the
Thief
Erotic sci-fi:
Resurrected (Almost Immortal Courtesan 1)
Taken shorts:
Taken by the Vampire
Holidays with the Pack:
Lycans and Lawyers at Christmas
Coming soon:
Prince (Inspired by Cinderella)
Tamed by the Prince
Erotic sci-fi coming soon:
Surrendered (Almost Immortal Courtesan 2)
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