Torrid

by Nikki Sloane

  “Oh,” I moaned. His rough bite on my sensitive, bare skin was almost too much. That edge of pain faded into overwhelming heat and my knees softened.

  My moan pulled a trigger on Vasilije. He wrenched the robe off me and flung it on the bed. Rough, urgent hands spun me around to face it. The bra was unhooked and yanked from me, the straps tangling in my arms for a moment before he hurled it to the floor.

  I yelped when his hand cracked against my ass, and he left his palm there, using it to push me forward. “Up. On your hands and knees.”

  The bed rocked as I climbed on and crawled to the center, hovering over the robe. I stared at the gray stone wall and let my gaze trace the patterns while he grabbed the back of my panties and jerked them down, tugging until they were halfway down my thighs. It left me on full display for him. Any second I expected a painful blow. The staccato slap of his hand against my exposed, waiting skin. God, what was wrong with me? I almost looked forward to it.

  But it didn’t come.

  He wasn’t even touching me. My lust-filled mind was distracted, and I hadn’t been listening to what he was doing. The mattress shifted as he climbed on behind me. There was rustling. Then, he set a cold hand on the flat of my back, causing me to flinch.

  A panicked noise of surprise burst from me when something velvety-soft and round stroked me. I’d expected foreplay, or spankings, or . . . something first. After all his mocking, he was just going to get right to it and fuck me? My body locked up, beyond nervous. I thought I was ready, but I felt so off balance.

  The tip of his hard cock glided over my damp pussy, running the length along me, and I shuddered with pleasure as it made contact with my swollen clit. It felt physically good, but my brain went haywire over how close we were to having actual sex. He rocked back and forth, drenching his dick in my arousal and teasing what was going to happen.

  “Goddamn, Oksana.” His voice was breathless, and pride surged through me. I was the one who’d made it hard for him to catch his breath. “I’m gonna slide my cock so deep inside you. All the way in. I’m going to fuck this pussy raw.”

  A shuddering breath fell out of me. I’d envisioned how I thought this was going to play out tonight, but I’d been wrong. I was supposed to be on my back, staring up at him as he took me, after hours of torturous foreplay. Not on my hands and knees, with my underwear still on and my pussy untouched.

  He was still dressed, which wasn’t surprising. It was a power thing, I assumed. But there was more rustling. A thud as the gun and holster came off and were set on the floor. I saw a flash of white in my peripheral vision. He’d pulled his dress shirt off. The bed rocked slightly as he pushed his pants and underwear to his knees on the mattress.

  The head of his cock brushed over my clit faster, and the sensation was amazing.

  His low voice rang out from behind me. “You want it in your tight, pretty little hole?”

  I bit down on my lip, silencing the gasp that would give too much away. Because . . . I did. Heat was building from between my legs where he was simulating sex, and the tension from waiting all day had me so tight, I threatened to snap.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Tell me,” he demanded. When I didn’t right away, I got what I’d been expecting. His punishing spanking stung and burned across my backside. He growled it out. “Tell me.”

  “I want it,” I gasped. “I want it in my tight, pretty little hole.”

  The word was loaded with sin. “Yeah?”

  He was gliding so fast through my slickness I could hear it, and I knew what game we were playing. He wanted me to beg, so I would. It wasn’t a stretch of the truth. My hand curled around a fistful of the robe beneath me. “Oh, God. I want it, Vasilije.”

  “So eager.” He mocked me with a dark tone. “Not yet.”

  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.

  20

  Vasilije

  Oksana’s pussy squeezed me like a fist, and I clenched my jaw against the pleasure. Something strange was happening to me, though. Whenever I fucked, I didn’t care much about the girl attached to the pussy I was balls-deep in. I wanted them to come, but not because I wanted them to have pleasure, but because it made me feel powerful. And listening to a girl scream was sexy, and there was nothing better than feeling them coming on my cock.

  Right up until the moment I slid inside her virgin pussy, I’d . . . fuck me. I liked giving her a dose of pain to go along with the pleasure. A few girls had tolerated me when I’d gone rough, but it was amateur hour in comparison to what I’d done to Oksana. The Russian had taken whatever I dished out and barely said a goddamn thing.

  The sick fucker inside me whispered she liked it rough. She got off on the pain I inflicted. My blood rushed loudly in my ears, whooshing along with excitement. But then I’d shoved my cock inside her, and saw agony in her eyes, and I went cold. It was only fun when she liked it.

  The slow pace I fucked her at was a nightmare of pleasure. She was wet but tight, and her muscles were tense, which probably made it hurt more. I distracted us both by kissing her. Got her to loosen up, and when she moaned, it broke the wall holding back the asshole I was.

  I lifted onto my hands, gazed down at her pussy, and my cock pumping in and out of her. The thick muscle glistened with her juices, and there was the trophy I’d wanted. A smear of bl
ood. Fucked up satisfaction overtook me. I’d been first to plant my flag. Oksana was all mine.

  “It’s so hot,” I said between two tight breaths, “watching my cock fuck you.” And it felt even better.

  She said nothing. Her face was blank, and I didn’t like it. She’d come alive when I’d had my tongue all up in her pussy, and I was greedy. I wanted more of that. “Does it still hurt?”

  Oksana’s lips pressed together. She didn’t use words, but it was enough of an answer.

  “How bad? Does it just hurt, or does it hurt but feel good, too?”

  “It feels good, too,” she whispered.

  A current jolted through me and my cock flexed, liking the sound of that. I dialed back the urge to drive into her. We weren’t there yet. I kept at the same pace, easing my dick in and out of her soaking body, watching the glide and how I disappeared inside her.

  I thought of all the ways I was going to fuck her. Doggie style. Reverse cowgirl. Maybe bent over the back of the couch downstairs where I could watch us onscreen again. Definitely on the piano bench. We’d be on fire.

  Oksana’s tense body beneath me began to relax one muscle at a time. Her clipped pants for air were interrupted by moans, and these were sounds of pleasure. The soft, sexy cries shot straight to my dick. I slammed my mouth over hers, giving her a kiss that was how I liked to fuck. Hard. Rough. Dirty.

  She wasn’t going to come from sex her first time. She’d probably already made up her mind about it and nothing I’d do was going to change that. But I was glad she didn’t seem to be hating it. A few more times and I’d have her coming all over me.

  I’d get her addicted to my cock, so when I came home from the dealership or some stressful bullshit, she’d be waiting by the door, salivating for me. No more empty house, or logging hours at some bar while I had to convince some lame girl to let me get my dick wet. None of the girls I’d found compared to the one I was currently inside. And she was mine.