“You can’t,” she said quietly. “Or you won’t?’
“It’s better if you don’t know,” I said. I held her tighter. Just moments before she had been falling into me, relenting into my protection, and I wanted her back. It was another uncomfortable feeling—needing something from another person, wanting it, caring about what she felt for me.
“Natalia, please trust me. Trust me when I tell you, there are things in this world you don’t want to know.”
She wriggled away from my grip, stepping back. Her eyes were bright with fury. “Trust you? Trust you? You’ve kidnapped me, drugged me, done—”
She caught herself, unable to say aloud the other things I had done, the things that I would like to do. In spite of how angry she was, how terrible the situation was, part of me wanted to take her right then, to feel her again around me. She pressed her lips together and gave up on her sentence with an exasperated sigh. “So... what’s the deal, then? I’m stuck here? Where is here? How long will you keep me here?”
Some of those questions I couldn’t answer. How long? How long would I keep Natalia here? That was the problem. How long would Natalia be someone I could not bear to lose? I couldn’t trap her here forever. And yet I couldn’t let her go...
“Natalia. I know you have no reason to believe me.”
She shook her head ‘no’ in emphatic agreement with that statement.
“But I have your best interests at hear—in mind. There are very, very dangerous men in this world who would try to hurt you. If you are here...” I waved around at the ocean that surrounded us on every side, “then you are safe.”
She was still angry, but her lower lip began to tremble. I took a step toward her. “I can protect you here.”
She folded her arms in resignation, her eyes welling up with fresh tears that she did not seem to be able to keep back now. “I don’t even know you,” she said, reaching up with one hand to wipe away a tear impatiently. She looked back at me. My heart felt like a molten stone when her expression changed, and she bit her lower lip. A tear fell out of the eye she hadn’t wiped. “You’re a bad man, aren’t you?”
I sighed and looked away from her face. The molten rock in my chest grew heavy, turning cold. What the hell did I care if she asked that question? The answer was yes, and I’d never been afraid to admit that before: I was neutral, really, and I was only a bad man to bad people. I was proud of it, in a way. I had certainly never wished that I could give a different answer than the truth.
I stepped toward her, and the icy cold in my chest thawed when she didn’t step away. I stroked her wet cheek with the back of my hand. It was almost too good to be true, her standing there, unflinchingly looking at me, waiting for my answer.
“It depends on who you are,” I finally answered. This was truthful, at least.
Her skin was like silk on the back of my hand. She hadn’t looked away when I answered her, and I moved closer to her, wanting so badly to take her, to feel her submit to me, to make love to her...
The final thought made me dizzy.
“And what am I?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I moved my thumb over her lip. My ears were ringing, and the intensity of the feeling inside of me was almost too much to contain. I don’t like emotions, so I avoid experiencing them.
But Natalia was unavoidable. I pulled her lip down gently, exposing the wet, raw flesh inside her mouth, thinking of how much I would have loved to feel her mouth around my cock, or under my own mouth, screaming with pleasure as I filled her full of my seed.
I shook my head, unable to speak to her. She was a treasure, she was someone I needed. But I couldn’t say that. The raw, cold-hot sensation inside my chest had spread everywhere and rendered me speechless. “You don’t have to worry about me,” I managed to say hoarsely.
Her mouth had been slightly open, and now she closed her lips around the tip of my thumb, sending a shudder through me. Our eyes met.
What would happen if Natalia suddenly learned of her power over me? What would happen to me?
I was suddenly furious with myself, furious with her, furious that this problem had come into my life. My raw anger and desire for Natalia collided, and I spun her around, pulling her head against my shoulder by placing my hand lightly over her throat. I breathed in her hair, the scent of her skin radiating from her body. It was warm, the air conditioning was not on, and she had begun to perspire lightly. The scent of her washed through me, exciting me, making me close my eyes. I could inhale her forever.
“You can’t keep me here forever,” she whispered.
I had no idea why she said that. But it tipped the precarious balance inside me, between love and almost a kind of hate, and I was angry again. I ran my fingers along her delicate neck and used my free hand to collect her wrists together.
“I can do whatever I like,” I growled in her ear. “And if I want to keep you here forever, and make you bend over and take my cock inside you every night, then I will. And there is nothing you can do about that, Natalia.”
I walked her to the bed. She didn’t protest much, and I could feel that she wanted to give in as much as I wanted her to, but her surrender was incomplete, and I wanted it fully. I gripped her jeans and yanked them down with her underwear, and then shredded the blouse, letting it fall away to the floor in tatters, one sleeve still clinging to her arm. She wore no bra, because I hadn’t given her one.
I gathered her hair and worked it around my fisted hand, pulling tightly until she gasped, to remind her who was in control here.
Her arms were free, and she tried to bring them to her head, but I was ahead of her and pulled tightly, then pushed her to her knees on the bed. I ran one hand over her bottom, where I knew it was still sore from her spankings, and in one place, a slightly raised patch betrayed a welt from the strap I had used to discipline her.
My fingers slipped between her crack, and to the center of her legs, where I encountered a hot, slick wetness. The memory of her hot flesh squeezed around my cock traveled through me, burning me up inside. Natalia Karkarov was going to consume me, which made me want to devour her first.
“Put your hands down,” I whispered in her ear. “Or I will have to discipline you again.”
Her hands dropped slowly, and I nudged her forward so that she fell onto her hands and knees. “Put your chest on the bed,” I instructed her. My cock was pressing so hard against my jeans, the zipper painful through my boxers. “Put your hands up on your ass.”
She hesitated, and began to turn her head back to me, so I gave her hair a twist and made her gasp. “I am going to tell you what to do, Natalia. And you are going to do it. For your own good. And now I need you to show me that you know how to be a good girl. Otherwise you might find that I can be a very bad man indeed.”
She dropped her chest to the bed, and I released her hair, letting it fall over her face, spreading out on the pillow. She brought her hands to her bottom, placing them awkwardly, the gesture of girl who had never been made to do much for a man who commanded her. That made me happy, just as her poor dancing skills relieved me when I thought of them. If I hadn’t cared before about Natalia being a stripper before, the idea infuriated me now, and I felt the hot sting of jealousy as I thought of any lover she might have had before me.
I was hastily shrugging out of my jeans, pulling off my t-shirt, staring at the glistening jewel between her legs. The competing forces of anger at my weakness, and desire to make Natalia love me back the way that I loved her, battled in my chest.
I moved her hands to where I wanted them, framing her lovely ass, spreading her cheeks slightly, submitting completely to me. Was she as willing as I wanted her to be? I could never know. But she could not hide that her body at least wanted what I was giving to her.
I dipped a finger into her pussy, admiring the quiver that traveled through her body. Teasing her, I drew my finger in and out, slowly, pushing against the tight walls of her love channel in all directions.
I wanted to taste her, the scent of her was tangy and sweet, and I wanted to make her scream with my tongue.
But I wanted that when I could command her with nothing more than my voice, when she had submitted so fully to me that I could tell her to spread her legs and place her hands on the headboard, and she would do it, so completely mine that I could use her however I wanted.
I drew my finger up to the eyelet of her asshole, the tender pinkness of it obviously untouched. Dipping my thumb to her pussy to get it wet, I brought it back up and made several swirls around her hole, watching her squirm. But she was obedient, her hands on her ass, her pussy dripping.
I teased her a little more, and then I pushed gently inside of her.
Her hands dropped to the bed, and she tried to push up, her ass squeezing tightly around my finger. She gasped. “I can’t,” she whispered.
But she was already opening up, her body relaxing, the velvet inside of her ass beyond her tight ring tantalizing me. I turned my hand, twisting my thumb inside of her and deeper into her. My fingers could play with the soaked lips of her pussy and her throbbing, swollen clit. When I brushed the face of her button gently, her ass squeezed around me, and I knew that I had to have her like this. I curled my thumb and inserted a finger into her pussy, pushing up. I squeezed them together and she moaned into the bed.
I wanted to hear her say that she wanted this, to beg me. And then I wanted to fuck her senseless, filling her in every hole, claiming her as mine, over and over again.
Chapter Fourteen
Natalie
When he pushed his thumb into me, I felt a sharp sting, but the craving to be full took over again, and even though I knew I should hate him, resist him, give in only because he held all the power over me for now, there was an undeniable part of me that wanted him inside of me. There. Everywhere.
My hands fell to the bed, and I bunched the sheets up in my fists when he began to fuck me gently with two fingers. My eyes welled up with tears from the sting of it, but like his spankings, it faded, and I was left only with a growing hunger, a desire to feel him claim me fully while I lay there, obedient, giving myself to him because he could take whatever he wanted. There was no point in resisting him, and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to anymore.
When he moved his fingers away and I felt the tip of his cock against the face of my clit, I was almost disappointed. But to feel him inside of me again, I would take whatever I could get. He pushed into me, his fingers still deep in my ass, and his hard cock filled and stretched me, pushing against his fingers, and the sensation overwhelmed me so much I felt like someone had stepped on my chest to crush the last breath from inside of me. I gasped, and then I was silent, my whole body screaming like I had been holding my breath for hours.
The pleasure followed in a wave after that, and then, because he thrust deep inside and didn’t move, desire began to claw its way to the top. I tried to push against him, to move forward, to get him to fuck me. I needed him to. The orgasm that I was spiraling up to was too high, too intense; I feared if I didn’t go over now, I would be shattered by it when I finally came.
He gave me a slap on the ass, and the burn of his discipline didn’t help me any. “Don’t move,” he growled. “Stay just like that. I’m going to get myself nice and wet, if you’re a good girl, and then I’m going to fuck your ass and fill it with my cum. Right after you show me what a good girl you are and beg me to.”
Would I ever be able to tell him I wouldn’t do that, I would resist him—when my body only pulsed around his cock, eager to comply with exactly what he had ordered me to do? I wanted desperately to hate him, to tell him to fuck off, to resist him because he was a bad man who’d kidnapped me.
But I didn’t. Instead, my body squeezed his cock in waves and my pussy welled up even more as he stayed stationary inside my cunt and finger-fucked my ass.
“Tell me that you want to be a good little girl, Natalia.”
I balled the sheets up in my hand. He was fucking my ass with two fingers, and I wanted so much to feel him stretch me more, to get his cock inside of me, filling me up. Every fiber of my body just wanted more of him, and I hated myself for it. I refused to give him what he wanted. It was the right thing to do, right? I couldn’t just give in to this guy, and give him what he wanted, even if it was what I wanted...
“I can do this all night, Natalia,” he said in a low voice.
I rolled my feet in a circle and a whimper escaped me. I couldn’t take this all night, it would never end. If he just continued as he was, I would be up too high, I would say or do anything to get him to release me. I bit my lip.
He just waited, and then it was too much for me to bear.
“I want to be a good girl,” I whispered. “Please.”
He pushed down with his fingers, and I felt the pressure against my most intimate flesh between his fingers and his cock. I whimpered in pleasure. “Tell me that you want me to claim your ass, Natalia. Beg me to fuck your ass full of cum. I want to hear you say it.”
All the while he tortured me with his fingers moving slowly, rolling my flesh along his column, drawing the string inside me so tight I felt I would shatter when it broke. “I want... I want...” I had forgotten the words. I moaned as a particularly excruciating wave of pleasure rolled through me.
He leaned over me and pushed my hair from my face. “Say it, Natalia.”
“I want you to... oh! I want... claim my ass, I want you to fuck me in the ass, fill me full of cum. Please.”
I hated myself for loving to say those words. I could feel my body burning as I said them, squeezing him, craving more. But I obeyed him and stayed still, telling myself I did it only to avoid punishment, afraid to admit that I wanted to please him.
I heard a sharp sigh of what sounded like disappointment behind me. He stopped moving, and we were like that for several moments, my feverish desire consuming me, my body crying out for release. I squirmed, and he delivered a sharp swat across the middle of my ass. “Don’t move,” he breathed. “Stay just like that.”
I closed my eyes and squeezed the sheets, trying to obey him, though I was breathless for release.
Finally, he slid his cock slowly from inside of me, and his fingers from inside my ass. The emptiness gripped me, and I turned my face to bite into the mattress and the sheets. He brought the dripping tip of his cock to the pulsing eyelet of my ass, its thickness suddenly seeming too large.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Natalia. And if you are a very good girl, and you stay just like you are, then I will let you come. But if you are bad, Natalia, you are going to spend the whole night being punished.”
And then, I felt the sharp pain of his cock stretching open my ass. I squealed—but like the fingers before it, the pain, though intense, began to fade. And slowly, slowly, he began to fill me up. When he was deep inside, he thrust a little deeper, and my mouth fell open.
“Now put your hands between your legs, Natalia. And then submit to me completely. Take what I give you, and don’t move. Show me how good you can be.”
I did what he said, sliding my hands down between my knees. Now I was in such a submissive position it was almost humiliating, and my ass was thrust up further to him. I was so full inside, and I wanted to stay that way, and I wanted to obey him, but I was angry that I wanted to, angry that I would let myself give in to this man.
He fucked me slowly, and then slid his hand around my waist so that his fingers were in my pussy. When he touched my clit I screamed in pleasure and bucked against him. “Be good,” he reminded me, “or you won’t get your release.”
But he was playing with my clit and fucking my ass, and he drove me wild, so that finally I began to buck against him, so close to coming that I could feel it rushing at me like a freight train. I needed the release; I couldn’t fight against my body, not even to behave, not even to please him. I squirmed and pushed up on the mattress, bringing my hands next to my chest and trying to push up.
He pushed me bac
k down. “That’s very bad, Natalia. Stay still... stay still and don’t move...”
But I tossed my hair and chewed on my lip. “I can’t,” I gasped. “I can’t...”
My sentence disappeared into an incomprehensible wail, because he started to fuck me in earnest, hard, slamming deep into my ass, punishing me for my disobedience. I felt him come, deep inside, the hot liquid welling around his throbbing flesh in the most unexpected place.
But he had abandoned my clit, and I was left twitching and craving release as he fell onto my back and drove his still-hard cock upward in a final thrust that set me on fire.
“That was not what I asked you to do, Natalia,” he breathed in my ear, tugging on a sweat-soaked strand of my hair so that it snaked over my face and then my shoulder. “And now you are going to be punished.”
For a few moments, he lingered there, as I closed my eyes slowly and let the shiver he sent through me travel down my limbs and back a few times.
Abruptly, he was gone; his cock slithered out of me and I no longer felt the heat of his body. I looked behind me to see that he was walking to a drawer in a small chest on one wall of the room.
My body was crying out to be relieved. I watched him, perplexed, as he pulled two scarves from hangers inside the wardrobe.
He climbed onto the bed on his knees. His thick cock, still semi-hard, slapped from thigh to thigh. He grabbed me in much the same way he had before, and this time, pushed me flat to the bed. He climbed over my torso and squeezed me between his legs, and before I knew what was happening or how it had happened, he had tied my wrists and my ankles together, and strung them together as well.
I was hog-tied.
I threw my head around to try and look at him, I was speechless, so he had time to get something else from the wardrobe, and before I knew it he was placing a gag in my mouth—a large round ball, with rubber straps that attached at the back of my head.
But he didn’t stop there. He pushed my knees apart, and as I moaned helplessly into the gag, he pushed my knees forward and further apart to get my ass into the air.
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