by Zoe Blake
He was standing at the end of the bed, unbuttoning his jeans. His gaze on my ass. I knew I must look like a wanton spectacle. I could feel the hem of my skirt as it rode up high on my thighs. From his angle, he could probably even see the white silk of my panties.
Reaching out an arm, the back of his knuckles caressed my upper thigh. “No thong? Just the innocent panties of a Catholic schoolgirl. Has my little schoolgirl earned a spanking from the headmaster?”
Spanking?
Clawing at the heavy covers, I fell onto my belly as I tried to clamber away.
His hand wrapped around my right ankle and pulled me back. My legs were now splayed wide on either side of his.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Such a naughty girl.”
His fingers reached for the waistband of my panties and ruthlessly pulled them down to just under the curve of my ass.
Oh, my God.
This was happening.
He was going to… going to… oh, my God.
“Raise up onto your knees.”
“Please, you must listen to me. There’s been a mistake! You have to let me go!”
My entire body jerked as his warm hand caressed my bare ass cheek.
“Such ugly lies, out of such pretty lips. Perhaps I will punish your mouth later. For now, I want this ass bright red so I can feel the heat from your punished skin as I fuck you.”
“No!”
My cry was lost over the ring of his first slap against my vulnerable bottom.
The sound echoed around the room as I felt the hot pins and needles from his strike. Before I could cry out again, he spanked the other cheek.
“No! Stop!”
Mercilessly, he abused my ass with the palm of his hand. Each strike more painful than the last. Knowing I could never fight him off, I buried my head, biting down hard on the soft downy bedcovers.
My knees buckled as my body rocked upward with each hit, the movement pushing my hips against the bed. A groan escaped my lips as it put pressure on my pussy. Shocking myself to the core, I ground my hips against the mattress, the hot sensation of pain from his spanking somehow increasing the pleasurable pressure against my clit. Shifting my shoulders, I rubbed my swollen nipples against the covers as my hand crept beneath my body to rub the sensitive nub of my clit even harder.
This is madness.
Absolute madness.
After an eternity, the punishment stopped.
Somewhere past the buzzing in my ears, I could hear the muted opening and closing of a drawer. Then the rattle of foil packaging. Too wrapped up in the warring sensations of pain and pleasure, I didn’t register what was happening till it was too late.
His enormous hands spanned my hips as he pulled me back onto my knees and shifted me until my feet hung over the edge of the bed.
His fingers bumped into my own as I continued to rub my clit furiously. Forced to masturbate previously with only my imaginings of a man’s hands on my body, it was too much now to feel the rough, warm touch of a real man on my skin.
Something hard pressed against my entrance. I tried to shift my knees forward to move away from the insistent pressure, but his grip on my hips prevented me.
My eyes flew open. Gone was the heady, opium-like embrace of passion.
His hand ran up my back under my sweater as he murmured, “Jesus, you’re tight. Almost like a real virgin.”
My mouth opened, a denial lodging in my throat.
The pressure increased till I felt my body relent. The tip of his cock popped past the tight ring of muscle desperately trying to keep him out.
Sinking his fingers into my soft flesh, he thrust in deep.
Burying himself inside of me.
Tearing through my maidenhead as he filled me with every thick, painful inch of his cock.
“What the hell?” he roared.
Chapter 3
Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires. - William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Dimitri
What the fuck was happening?
With extreme willpower, I pulled free of her sweet, tight cunt.
Leaning up, I grabbed her around her narrow waist and easily flipped her body till she was on her back.
Small fists pounded on my chest and arms. She was like an angry butterfly trying to attack a lion with the flutter of her pretty wings.
Snatching her flailing arms, I secured both her wrists in my left hand and dragged them above her head.
Her body twisted and bucked beneath my own. It only settled me deeper between her legs. The sensitive underside of my cock brushed against the soft down of her pussy. My balls were tight and almost painful as my entire body screamed to once more thrust deeply into her wet heat. If she kept moving under me like this, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions. There was only so much a man could take before his baser needs took over.
“Enough!” I barked.
Her eyes widened as she stilled, frozen with fear.
For such a little thing, with a small face and tiny pert nose, she had impossibly large eyes. They were a beautiful dark brown with hints of gold. They turned down slightly at the edges, giving her the look of an innocent doe.
Too bad a hunter had captured her.
“Tell me, now.”
Her slight body trembled beneath the heavy weight of my own and at the harsh sound of my command.
A gentleman would have talked in a more soothing voice. Would have petted her head and given her soft kisses on her cheeks as he gently pressed for an explanation.
I was no gentleman.
I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.
There had to be a reason as to why the high-class escort I had hired for the night was a fucking virgin.
The knowledge that all her earlier feigned innocence was not a game or a well-practiced seductive act, but the genuine reactions of an untried woman, twisted my stomach with unease. How was this even possible? How could an American girl her age still be a virgin? Unless she wasn’t of age. Jesus Christ.
My right hand gripped her jaw and tilted her head back to force her gaze to mine. I searched her gamine features for signs of age. “How old are you?”
Her eyes filled with tears. A small amount of eyeliner had streaked down her cheeks. Pale pink lipstick was smudged over her swollen lips. Her long brown hair a tangled mess of curls as it spread across my pillow. Damn me if she didn’t still look beautiful as hell. My cock, which was still semi-hard, swelled.
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind I would finish what we had started, but before I sank deep into her again, I needed answers.
“моя крошка, tell me. How old are you?”
“Twenty-three,” came her whispered response. Her voice so soft and low I had to strain to hear it.
Still, it was all I needed to know. Despite her delicate young features, she was of age.
I would get the rest of the answers I needed later.
Shifting my hips, I pushed my right thigh against her own, opening her wider as I raised my torso up higher. Reaching between our bodies, I gripped my shaft and positioned it once more at her entrance.
She mewed as her body tried to twist and turn beneath me.
“Please…” Her beautiful doe eyes pleaded for sympathy and compassion.
If she knew who I was… what I was… she’d know it was pointless.
Everything I possessed in this world I had taken through some form of force. She would be no different.
And make no mistake, I now possessed her as well.
The moment I had felt my cock breach her maidenhead, she became mine.
Mine.
It was an indescribable feeling, this primal surge from deep within me. Knowing that no man had come before me… and at least for now, no man ever would. A virgin, the embodiment of innocence. A gnawing hunger arose deep inside my black and twisted soul, a need to devour all her purity and light for my own. As if by simply touching her, I would be redeemed from my sins.
I do
n’t know what circumstances had brought her to my doorstep this night, but obviously a woman this naïve needed a powerful protector. She had mentioned a need for money. I had plenty of it. Whatever trouble she was in, I would buy her out of it… and collect my fee in other, more pleasurable ways.
Yes, this little treasure was all mine now.
So she had better get used to the feel of my cock.
The heavy bulbous head pushed inside. I released the breath I was holding as her body squeezed around my flesh.
“I’m sorry. I should have told you… I’ve never had… I’ve never been with…” she stammered.
I cradled her delicate jaw in my right hand as the pad of my thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away the dark smudge of makeup.
With a tight grip on her wrists, I leaned down to gently kiss her lips as my free hand cupped the heavy weight of one perfect breast. Rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I pinched it roughly. Her lush mouth opened on a gasp.
My tongue swept in, with an overpowering need to taste her sweet honey again.
As my tongue swirled and danced with her own, my hand moved to caress the nip in her waist before sliding over her hip and down the silky skin of her thigh. Wrapping my long fingers around the underside of her knee, I pushed her leg up high, trapping her more effectively underneath my weight.
Her body tensed as my cock thrust more deeply into her. Inch by inch.
I swallowed her cries as my hips thrust forward.
Her tight pussy fought the intrusion. Clenching and grasping at my flesh as I drove in deeper. Only when my balls brushed against the underside of her ass did I stop and finally release her lips. My mouth skimmed over her jaw and cheek, tasting her salty tears.
She trembled as she inhaled a shaky breath. “Why are you doing this to me?”
Why?
Did she really have to ask why?
Did she have no concept of how she looked lying beneath me, in my bed? That her beautiful vulnerability and innocence mixed with such a stunning made-for-sex body was an irresistible drug to a man like me?
Leaning over, I flicked her earlobe with the tip of my tongue before rasping, “This is happening because you knocked on the door of a very… bad… man.”
I shifted my hips to pull out halfway before thrusting in deep. I could feel her inner pulse as it vibrated up my shaft. Her body’s resistance was weakening, submitting to the domination of my cock.
“Ow! Ow! It hurts!” Her arms pulled on my grasp as her back arched, pressing her breasts against my chest.
Unable to resist the temptation, I sucked one erect nipple into my mouth, needing to taste its berry sweetness. After licking and laving one nipple, I moved to the other. Deliberately capturing her shocked gaze with my own as I opened my mouth to flick the pert nub.
The music of her soft moan was the only answer I needed.
Releasing her wrists, I lifted my torso and placed both forearms on either side of her head, bracing myself.
My restraint had snapped. I could no longer hold back.
“моя крошка, whether you let go and enjoy the pleasure I can give is up to you, but you are not leaving this bed,” I threatened through clenched teeth as I fought for my last shred of control, not wanting to tear her with the ferocity of my thrusts.
“I don’t know… what… I don’t…”
“Let me show you.”
Swiveling my hips relentlessly, I thrust forward and back, opening her body to me. Her slick heat coated my cock as I kept a steady rhythm. Her body telling me more than her lips ever could. I increased my pace, pressing down on her as I buried my face into sweet-smelling curls cascading around her, the color of soft mink.
Those tiny fists that once fought me off now wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer.
The moment her hips unwittingly tilted up to match my thrusts, all was lost.
Reaching between us, the pad of my thumb put pressure on her clit as I increased the pace of my thrusts, bottoming out inside her tight heat each time.
The force of my violent thrusts shifted her up on the mattress. I had to place a protective hand on her head so it wouldn’t bang against the heavy mahogany headboard.
“Oh, God!”
“That’s it, baby, take it. Take it all,” I ground out as sweat dripped between my shoulder blades.
It was a marvel my massive cock was fitting inside her tiny body at all. Her untried pussy would feel bruised and swollen tomorrow from the brutality of this fucking, but that didn’t stop me. I hammered at her till my balls tightened.
“Oh, God! Don’t stop!” she breathed as I felt a ripple of arousal from deep inside of her.
My sweet little doe was coming. Her first orgasm from feeling a man’s cock inside of her and it was mine, all mine.
As impossible as it might seem, my cock swelled even harder at the possessive thought.
Mine.
All mine.
I felt the rush of her arousal around my cock as her head tossed from side to side on the pillow and her fingertips dug into my upper arms.
The moment her orgasm ebbed, I unleashed the beast. Pounding into her as if the dogs of hell were on my heels and her body held my only redemption. One of the most all-consuming orgasms of my life tore through my body as come poured from me.
I had a flash of irrational regret knowing my hot seed would not be coating the walls of her cunt, would not truly be a part of her, but was wasted inside the rubber confines of a condom.
Next time.
Next time, I would know the pleasure of a true release inside of her with nothing to separate us.
Next time, nothing would come between me and the woman I now called mine.
Breathing heavily, I slipped out of her body and climbed out of the bed. After discreetly tossing away the used condom, I padded barefoot across the bedroom to the well-stocked bar cabinet.
Never in my life had I needed a stiff drink more.
Reaching for the black and gold bottle of Stoli Elit: Himalayan Edition, I unscrewed the cap. Pulling the long gold-plated ice pick that was secured to the inside of the cap free from the bottle, I poured a generous amount into a waiting crystal tumbler. Raising the glass to my lips, I tilted my head back and drained the contents in one swallow. I poured another.
After kicking that one back, I poured a third and turned back to face my captured little doe.
After awkwardly wrapping the thick coverlet around her body, she was tiptoeing across the chamber toward her discarded pile of clothes.
Not giving a fuck about my naked state or my still semi-hard cock as it swung between my legs, I stormed across the room. “Where do you think you’re going?” I demanded as I kicked her belongings out of her reach.
“I… I… I thought you were… finished with me.” Her gaze refused to meet mine. It stayed on the ominous-looking ice pick still clutched in my right fist.
Gesturing with that same arm, I growled, “Get your ass back in that bed. We’re not done.”
Her body trembled as she backed away from me on shaking limbs. As she neared the bed, I issued another command. “Drop the blanket.”
She clasped it harder to her chest, twisting the silk between her breasts. “Please… I…”
“Drop. The. Blanket.”
Straight pearl-white teeth dug into the lush fullness of her bottom lip as she stood there undecided. Then with a cry, she dropped the blanket. As she lunged for the bed, she lifted the top sheet up and scrambled beneath it.
It really was adorable how she thought she could fight me, even on this trivial thing, and win.
Approaching the bed, I climbed on top, straddling her narrow waist. My hard cock rested against her abdomen, her pussy only protected by a thin piece of cotton. As if she thought it might bite her, she scrambled to sit up, resting her shoulders against the headboard.
Handing her the glass of vodka, I ordered, “Drink.”
She shook her head. Her pretty lips pouted as her eyebrows
creased. “I don’t want to.”
I placed a hand on the headboard high above her head and leaned in. Lifting my other arm, I placed the tip of the ice pick beneath her chin and raised her head. It wasn’t a real ice pick, more a marketing gimmick than anything else, but it was threatening enough for her. I could see her big brown eyes widen as the muscles in her throat contracted with her hard swallow.
“I didn’t ask if you wanted to. Now drink.”
The crystal clattered against her teeth as she brought a shaking hand to her mouth. The glass barely tipped toward her lips. Using the tip of the ice pick, I placed it under the bottom rim of the glass and tilted it up, forcing her to swallow the total amount. It was only a splash or two of vodka, enough to brace her for what was about to come.
She coughed and choked. Clear liquid coated her lips.
An open invitation.
Leaning down, I licked the errant drops of vodka from the corner of her mouth before flicking my tongue along her bottom lip. The head of my cock pushed against her stomach.
The glass dropped from her fingers as she curled them into a fist, futilely trying to push me away.
Her fighting me was only arousing me further. I knew only a barbarian would force their attentions on a virgin so soon after taking her maidenhead. Since I knew I was barely better than a barbarian, I needed to remove myself from the temptation of her open thighs.
So I shifted till I was sitting to one side of her with my feet on the floor. As I grasped her jaw with my free hand, she stilled. “You are very adorable when you’re angry but I assure you, моя крошка, it will not be as cute when I am angry.”
She buried her hands into the sheet and raised it protectively to her chin. “You got what you wanted. Just let me go.”
She really was naïve.
Too naïve.
It would be almost criminal for me to send such an innocent, vulnerable girl back out into the world.
Good thing I had no intention of doing so.
Holding the ice pick lightly in my hand, I placed the tip against the base of her throat.
