Deviant Fixation

by Valencia Carmelita

  "Ahhhh!!!" She screams in stinging pain, trying to shove him away from her. She tries to close her legs, but he presses his entire body weight down on her, his muscular hard chest squishing her soft breasts and sensitive nipples in the process.

  "Shhh..I will make it feel good for you.." He whispers, voice laced with intoxication. He was on a high, he was finally inside her and all he could do was bask in the amazing feeling of her coating his cōck tightly. After a few seconds he begins to grind his hips, trying to ease away the pain she felt.

  "Unhh!" She begins to whimper in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She had never felt so good and yet so pained, this feeling of being full, completely filled up. It was like a deep pressure she was being subjected to in between her legs. When he slid out a few inches and slid back in, she let out a crazed moan. "Ohhhh!!!"

  He did it again and again and she starts squealing. He growls at her. "Sanam look at your reflection in the mirrors around you! I need you to see who's doing this to you ! I need you to watch yourself be ravaged by me!"

  With that, he suddenly picks her up in his strong arms, their bodies still melded together. Her legs wrap around his hips as he grabs her waist and slams her small back against the only bare wall next to the bed. "I need you to look at yourself in the mirrors, Sanam!"

  Her nails scratch at his broad back as she fights to look over his shoulders, his cock plunging in and out of her. She catches sight of their reflection in the mirrors ahead and can't help but feel more turned on.

  "You see our differences?" He groans against her slender neck. "You see how we've become one right now, oh fuck ..just look at how we've become one as husband and wife...when I'm pounding into your sweet exotic little pūssy...Sanam, look at who's doing this to you.."

  Her head lilts around as she's constantly slammed against the wall with each thrust from him, his cock making squelching sounds upon impact within her dripping folds. The mixture of their fluids was running down his legs as he continues to support her petite figure wrapped around him.

  All she could do was stare at herself being ravaged in the reflections of the mirrors all around. Her moans begin increasing as she watched him plow into her torturously. He was like some white marbled beast swallowing up her small framed body, her arms could barely reach over his back.

  His toned hips thrusting into her rhythmically and he was speaking in a slurred voice, murmuring things to her in Russian while his eyes were squeezed shut, focused fully on the pleasure he was receiving from her little body.

  She was tensing around him, she couldn't endure it anymore. Her moans transition into quick gasps as she claws at his shoulders, her eyes rolling back in the wave after wave of bliss shooting out from between her legs, spreading through out her body. Her nether region clamping around his cock. Her juices dripping more, she screams her orgasm. "Unnhhhhh!!!"

  "Yessss, cum for me!" He groans, trying to keep his climax at bay. He didn't want to orgasm yet, he wanted to climax her twice more before he did. He meant it when he said he wanted to ruin her pussy so she wouldn't be able to walk the next day.

  He swiftly pulls out of her, not letting her recompose after her orgasm. Snatching her up, he strode towards the loveseat and tossed her on to it like a rag doll. She whimpers in pain as she lands on it with a forceful impact, her eyes locking with his furious determined ones.

  "I'm gonna fuck you so hard right now!" He growls at her, eyes darkening with a sinister rage. She seems frightened as she tries to sit up, but he leaps onto her like a predator on prey.

  He pushes her back facing him, then he plunges himself into her doggy style. She gasps as he slams into her with such insane ferocity, biting down on her neck like an animal. The pain gives away to pleasure again, his cock shoves inside her at a different angle.

  "Oh my-annhhh!!!" she's unable to speak or breath as she begins to convulse around his shaft, drenching it further in her fluids squirting out. He clasps one of his hands around her slender throat and begins choking her. She sees nothing but stars in her vision as she nearly passes out from the exteme brutal pleasure and lack of oxygen.

  He frees her throat as her body spasms in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then without wasting a second, he slides out of her and grabs her by her hair forcefully. Dragging her back towards the bed, he picks her up and tosses her carelessly onto it. She weakly looks up at him, her breasts heaving up and down. Both of them breathing hard, sweating profusely. The room filled heavily with the scent of sex.

  "I'm making you cum one more time, Sanam.." He relays in a primal growl, eyes greedily feasting on her nude form.

  Her gaze widens. "No! I-I can't take anymore! No more!!" She tries scrambling away. "I'll-I'll pass out!"

  "I don't give a fuck!" He snarls as he leaps on to her effortlessly, caging her under his weight. "I'm making you cum whether you like it or not!"

  Immediately, he slams himself so very easily into her slippery tight opening. Her vagina latches on to his cock greedily and this time he starts with slow deep strokes. He angles her legs up over his shoulders, causing himself to slide in more deeper than ever before. She gasps as she feels it and he lets out a groan. "That's it, good girl..take all of it..your body was made for my cock ..take it like a good girl.."

  Within minutes he begins picking up frenzied speed, his rod hitting at her cervix. As he pounds away at her, she starts panting and moaning his name. "V-Vladmirrrr unnhhh!! Oh God!!Unnhhh!!"

  He was overjoyed to hear her calling out his name as he brought her closer to another mind numbing climax. He begins kissing her hungrily with an open mouth like a starved man.

  "I'm about to cum!" He groans, her whimpers and his name on her lips, her walls clenching around his shaftwas driving him closer to the brink of even greater insanity.

  He was driving into her like a man possessed, all he could think of was permanently making her his and the next words out of his mouth made her climax first. "Sanam, have my babies!!..fūck!! I need you to have my babies!!"

  "VLADIMIR!!!" She sobs out her climax, tears streaming down her cheeks.

  Her pūssy violently convulsing around his cōck, causing it to spurt out his thick hot cūm against her cervix. He let out a deep guttural groan. His baby making seed flooding her young fertile womb.

  The wave after wave of his sperm shooting into her causes her another mind shattering climax, she whimpers as her entire body spasms under him. All she can see is stars before she faints.

  Chapter 31

  It was beyond my imagination of how bitter contrition could taste in every sense of the word until now, as soon as I had awakened from the bliss induced syncope.

  Of how quickly apprehension percolates over my mind, gathering momentum like a whirlwind.

  Within seconds, tears brim the perimeter of my eyes and trickle over, hot full of shame.

  I must have remained staring dazedly up at the ceiling when besides me, a melodic tune obstructs me from my heavy train of thoughts.

  Gradually my head tilts and gaze flits over on a smartphone and a note laid upon the pillow next to mine. The screen blinks with a text message.

  With shallow breaths, I make the move to sit up and my body rings with a dull echoing pain.

  A pain that starts between my legs and crawls its way over my entirety like a cobweb of deception.

  No..Sanam don't cry..stop crying...

  I couldn't submit to my tears anew, otherwise I'd fall into a fit of wall shattering cries.

  I'd dwindle into the murky depths of insanity which my mind was teetering near.

  I couldn't afford to do that. I couldn't become him.

  Rapidly blinking away the tears, I glance over at the smartphone and the note besides it.

  Ignoring the note, I swiftly grab the smartphone and press the home screen button. There displays a preview of a text message from him.

  Vladimir: I'd like to start over today...join me in the dining room as soon as you've awoken.

  I don't care what he wants. It
's that simple and brazen. I simply don't care. And I needed to get out of here, before I went insane like him.

  I swipe to unlock the screen and then immediately dial for the police department.

  An automatic voice message answers the call to this number can not be completed since its been blocked.

  I try again and then I attempt to dial any other phone numbers I knew of contacts. The same automatic voice message replays for them all.

  How could I have entertained the idea that he would be stupid enough to give me such an easy escape route?

  Dejectedly, I place the phone back on the pillow and pick up the note to read.

  Dear wife

  This phone is for you, inorder for us to keep in touch should something, God forbid, go wrong. Please join me in the dining room as soon as you've awoken.

  Your sincere husband

  I nearly rip the note to shreds again in a sudden bout of anger, but decide to dismiss it the next second.

  I needed to rid myself of his scent on my skin, of his taste in my mouth, of his words imprinted within my mind.

  I yearned to free my thoughts from the images of the shameless deed I had committed yesterday.

  My eyes survey my surroundings, I had returned in the master bedroom with the scenic balcony view of treetops ahead.

  He must have carried me back upstairs at some point during my unconsciousness.

  The bedsheets cling to my tainted body and I realize I'm still fully naked.

  A blush creeps up over my neck and cheeks as I catch sight of my reflection in the dresser mirror in one corner.

  I looked as I've I had survived a severe tropical storm, my hair matted and my skin shone with perspiration.

  There are reddish marks denoting his aggressive kissing all over my neck, trailing downwards over my breasts.

  My nipples remain sensitive to touch, they feel a bit painful strained against the bedsheets.

  I appeared as though I had been thoroughly used and I unsuccessfully suppress the tears returning to my eyes.

  You're a whore to the white man...Imran's words ring through out my mind like a cackling taunt.

  I vault out of the bed, and my legs nearly buckle under me from the pain between them.

  Yet I manage to clamber into the bathroom. I turn the shower on to the most hottest setting and jump right in.

  I cry freely, my eyes continue producing tears of guilt. The guilt which appears to never have an end.

  I scrub away at my inner thighs from the bloodstains of my lost virginity mixed with remnants of his ejaculation.

  Why did you do it ?

  I tried to remember, what caused me to make the first move. My heart beat quickened as I painstakingly refreshed my memory of less than twenty four hours ago.

  Was it the threats he made to end his own life?

  Was it the haunting look within his beautiful eyes that broke the last barrier of inner strength within me?

  Was it the unwieldy emotion weighing behind his words of sorrow?

  Or was it the daunting fact that through out that fog of misery which had enclosed around us, my broken state of mind could connect with his so clearly?

  And you wanted to comfort him?

  You comforted a criminal...

  What was most harrowing thought for me to fully accept was that I had at the time succumbed to the bliss of connecting with him both mind and body.

  I had basked in it, I had basked in the shamelessness.

  I had loved it.

  ◆◆◆

  It's undeniable, how my heart hammered against my ribcage as soon as I turned the corner leading towards the dining area and spotted him.

  His formidable presence clad in a business suit, stood next to one of the windows over looking the back gardens and the beach ahead.

  "Good morning.." Was the first husky words out of his mouth, yet underlined with a cautious hesitancy. Sapphire eyes roving over my modestly clad figure, with a jaded look.

  My hands and forehead develop clammy as soon as his eyes aligned with mine across the room, obstructing him from his apparent contemplation.

  My mouth was too dry to greet him in return, and nor did I desire to greet him.

  I look away from him, my eyes surveying the dining table laden with a sumptuous breakfast feast.

  I briefly wondered if he cooked again in the early morning hours.

  "Have a seat and eat.." He commences, arms still folded casually against his chest, eyes boring into me like laser beams.

  Stop telling me what to do...

  "I'm not hungry.." I lie, my voice arid and shaky by contrition.

  He lets out an exhale. "We've got a long day ahead of us, unless you'd like to eat out...I'm fine with that."

  I simply shake my head, my cheeks continue to grow warmer and yet my hands remain cold and clammy.

  The tension between us regarding last night hung over me like a sword.

  "You.." He says in a softer voice, full of unease. "Tell me what's the matter, Sanam?"

  The mention of my name from his mouth, causes me to flinch. My stomach commits to somersaults as I suppress the urge to cry again.

  How dare you !!! You dastard !!!

  He must be rejoicing inwardly at finally having his shameless ways with me. It's exactly what he's thinking right now, I'm sure of it.

  "Tell me." He insists, voice with an anxious edge.

  "Last night was a mistake!" I snap, my anger getting ahold of me fully as I lock gaze with his.

  An illegible expression flickers within his intense eyes, causing me to feel a mixture of exasperation and nervousness.

  Seconds drag by with the tension mounting between us, almost palpable to the touch in the atmosphere.

  I had my gaze downcast, my fingers fiddling with the hem of the sleeves. Mind construing all the possibilities of how he'd behave with me now.

  I expected him to burst out into a diabolical laughter as he looks down at me with familiar contempt of the past.

  "A mistake ..." He repeats, voice sleek and languid like cool water flowing over smooth marble. "..it was not.."

  What?!

  Confounded, my head whips up to face him. His noble visage gives nothing away to his inner inclinations as he levels me a collected look. "It wasn't a mistake."

  "Yes it was!" I reiterate, my cheeks steaming further. "It was wrong!"

  Finally his lips purse in a grim line before he reminds. "I'm your husband and your my wife..intimacy is expected."

  I narrow my eyes at him, my hands ball into fists at my side. "I don't want to be intimate with you! It was a mistake! I wasn't thinking straight!"

  Those incisive blue eyes rove over my figure suggestively and my heart flagellates.

  With his jaw clenching, he utters in a raspy voice. "Well dollface..I'm glad I took advantage of that."

  I gasp in repleted indignation. "You-You dastard!"