He set her back, his breath rough. He tore her clothes away, stripping her top up over her head and ripping her bra when he was stymied by the front latch. Growling his pleasure at that, he grabbed hold of her shorts. He tugged them up sharply first, chafing her tender tissues front and back, then opened them and pushed them down her legs.
It was clear he didn’t care that the zipper grazed her thigh, leaving a scratch much like the clasp of her bra had done between her breasts.
“Turn around,” he said. “On your knees.” He gave her a little push when she didn’t comply quickly enough, placing her on the bed and thumping his fist inside both thighs to have her spreading her legs.
“Good, Haidee,” he murmured. “Good girl.”
He climbed up onto the bed behind her, nudging her forward a bit to make room. “I like this,” he told her. His hands were on her ass, massaging her, opening her. “I like this a lot.”
Holding her, he stretched her open further and then entered her ass…with his tongue.
He made clear what he was doing. He pressed into her, reaming her opening, but his main intent was to moisten her. He slid his spit around her, into her, time and again. It couldn’t have been more obvious what was on his mind.
When he’d readied her to his satisfaction, he lifted up. He didn’t touch her at all then, but let her listen to the sound of it as he opened his zipper.
His point was blunt. She was naked, on her knees before him, prostrate and prepared for him. And he’d done nothing to undress but pull his cock out.
Placing one hand on her hip, he steadied her. Using his other hand, he put his cock to her ass and circled her. He grazed over her opening, wetting himself in the spit he’d left there. Then, with just that one hand on her, he pressed in.
Haidee moaned, enthralled by his erotic, powerfully male, domineering tactics. She shuddered as he forced his way in, just far enough that she was stretched around his widest circumference, the flare of his big cockhead. He held there as she panted in and out, accommodating to that impossible incursion.
She’d barely caught her breath, barely grown accustomed to his blatant occupation, when he spoke.
“Fuck me, Haidee,” he instructed. “Fuck me with your ass.”
“Lev,” she said, and it was a whimper.
“Do it,” he said. “Obey me.”
“Oh, God.”
His grasp on her hip tightened once, painfully. Commandingly.
She whimpered again but did what he bade her. She pushed back, taking him into her, inviting her own destruction.
She went slowly, filling herself with him, and so it seemed to take forever until she had all of him.
He’d spread her knees so his were tucked in between. When she thought she was completely full of him, he put both hands on her hips and jerked her down, securing that last impossible inch of penetration. The rough teeth of his zipper chafed against her anus and wrenched another groan from her.
“That deep,” he growled. “Fuck me that deep.”
It took her a moment, an essential minute to find herself, to gather her wits, her will. It tried his patience, and he clutched at her again, both hands a bruising, determined prodding. “Come on!”
With a breath that was largely wail, she did it. She lifted off him, feeling that gritty, drawing pull as she withdrew herself from him, and then that insidious, intimate, and profound taking as she filled herself with him again.
He rutted once, roughly, reminding her of the depth he wanted, he demanded.
She complied then with his intent. She fucked him wildly, mindlessly, with her ass, like a feral bitch in heat. She arched up, lifted by his grasp on her nipples, and used her own weight to bring herself down harder on him. She ground onto him as she knew he wanted, reaming herself at the broad base of his cock.
Lev reveled in it. He growled out his satisfaction, profanely praising her and urging her on. He grabbed at her tits, his big hands covering her, jiggling and squeezing her nipples. After long minutes of it, when he was apparently fully satisfied by her complete surrender, her absolute submission, he gave over to it himself. He rose up and started thrusting, lifting her off her knees, brutally taking her. “I love your ass,” he chanted with each thrust. “I love it! I love fucking it.”
He moved one hand down her body, shoving his fingers into her cunt, banging the heel of his palm against her clit. “Tell me when you’re going to come,” he ordered. “Tell me!”
Haidee was fucked brainless, bucking and wrenching, riding him hard at the same time accepting him, meeting his every thrust like she needed him, needed every bit of him up her ass. He jerked once more on her nipple, mashed his hand against her clit, and she cried out. “Now!” she wailed. “Now!” She collapsed, falling over into orgasm, convulsing, splintering to bits.
He’d asked, but he seemed to have no care now about her pleasure. He fell forward, onto her, taking her down to the bed with a snarl. Wrapping an arm under her hips, he held her to him, her ass elevated still, so he could thrash into her. He was laid out fully on top of her, the suede of his jacket, the rough, denim chafe of his jeans covering, stimulating her body. All of his weight was on her.
There was nothing but Lev—the heaviness of his thrusting mass, his flagrant possession of her body, his presence inside and out of her. The bed rocked with it, but it could have been all of the earth, all of the universe. There was nothing of herself to hold onto.
He pitched spastically when he came, a feral roar in his throat, with endless, muscular quakes of his body. His cum spurted into her, deep, hot, and cooling all at once, easing his last wild fucks.
His breath ratcheted in and out, great gasps and pants. His body wracked in his last, shuddering quivers as he emptied himself.
Lying still then, collapsed over her, he lingered as his breath settled. He fell even heavier onto her, his muscles relaxed and bearing none of his own weight.
He was still inside her, no longer thrusting, no longer hard, but still marking his claim.
After a long bit of it, he moved his palms to the sides of her shoulders and pushed his chest up a little. He nuzzled into her hair and moved it aside with his lips until he’d cleared a small area alongside her neck. He opened his mouth over her there, nipping with his teeth and then sucking hard, giving her a bruise.
With a sort of push-up, he lifted up and withdrew from her, making sure somehow that she felt every inch of it as he took his cock out of her body. Then, like he’d had nothing but the mildest of workouts, he was off the bed and on his feet. He went to her bathroom but left the door open, so she would know what he was doing as he washed himself.
* * * *
Lev was giving Haidee a lesson, and he was determined to finish it, despite the fact that any average man would be collapsed on the bed right now and laid out for the night.
Good thing he wasn’t average.
She had girly soaps in the bathroom and, thinking of her, chose the fruity stuff over the flowery shit. He cleaned up and then peed because, well, it was there and, a thing he wasn’t going to admit to her, he could use a little breather.
He was very satisfied when he went back to the bed. She hadn’t moved except to turn her head so she could watch him when he returned. He liked that. He hadn’t instructed her, but she’d made her best guess at what would please him, and she’d done well with it.
He was sure she’d prefer to have curled up in a fetal ball and covered herself with a few layers of blankets. But she’d stayed as he’d left her. The bruises he’d given her—the one he’d sucked onto her neck, and those that matched his fingers at her hips—were visible, a gratifying testament to his rights over her, stirring a bit of masculine pride he was surprisingly comfortable with.
Her tight little asshole had puckered up again, but it showed the signs of his ravagement. It gaped just a little, and smears of his cum still glistened.
What a wild fuck she was, a remarkable treasure. Bright and strong and sweet, and yet a com
plete, male-fantasy fuck toy in the sack. One way or another, the Vanchenkos were going to own her. He was determined, and seldom did anything get in the way of a made-up Vanchenko mind.
He stood in her line of sight and undressed as she silently watched. Even the lovely, submissive sight of her didn’t bring his cock back to attention, but it lengthened enough so as not to be an embarrassment. Besides, he had plans.
When he was naked, he stood at the edge of the bed, cock lined up with her eyes. “Come closer,” he told her.
She slid over, otherwise not changing her position. Unable to resist, he put his left hand on her ass and pressed just the tip of his middle finger into her anus. She gave a little moan of protest, but did nothing more as her little sphincter tightened around him.
With his right hand, he stroked her hair back from her face so he could see her and touched her cheek. “Lick me,” he said. “Until I’m hard. Then suck me. Then take me down your throat.”
She raised her gaze to his for just a moment. But she’d already given over. She’d made herself his, and she did what he asked.
While he kept his finger in her ass, she opened her mouth to him.
She’d spent a few weeks with Danny now, so he didn’t know if it was learned or God-given, but the woman had some skill. She used her tongue first, sweet little strokes that brought him to attention PDQ. Then she licked her lips and slid them up and down his length, giving his balls a good bit of attention, too. She had to lift on one elbow then to get him into her mouth, and he liked that as well. It gave him a look at those spectacular tits.
Sucking him good and hard, she soon had him muttering little curses and making automatic little pumps into her mouth. She glanced up at him and moved her free hand to his balls.
He was practically thrusting, ready for it all, and she gave it to him. She took him deep. Unable to hold back, he put a knee up onto the bed, clutched the back of her head, and fucked her throat.
It was heaven. She was hot and tight and freaking heaven. Involuntarily, his hand spasmed at her ass, grasping her and diddling her a little with his middle finger. She moaned, like it was as hot for her as it was for him, and he let go. With only a handful of pumps, he shot into her, spilling helplessly down her throat.
“Swallow!” he swore. “Christ!” He groaned out the last of it. “Good girl,” he said, caressing her head. “Good girl.”
Lev nearly gave in then. He loved this woman, there was no way around it. And she’d pleased him, willingly, indulgently. Mightily. He should curl up with her and hold her, cherishing, while she fell into a well-deserved sleep.
But there was that lesson. They weren’t done.
Chapter Eleven
Haidee had groaned when Lev pressed his finger into her ass once more—she’d have thought he’d had enough there. But it turned out to be sweetly hot, when he’d instructed her to suck him hard then take him down her throat, that his finger was there, titillating, reminding her of…well, his possession.
It was a bit surprising, the mastery he’d shown. The pleasure he took—and gave—as he’d asserted his dominant side. It was what she’d know to expect from Vashi, but unexpected and remarkably stirring from Lev.
And from her, too.
Oh, she’d had a taste of it the night she’d first fallen in with Vashi and been restrained and tormented by sex toys and, finally, doubly penetrated. And last night, when she’d let Danya and Vashi double-fuck her.
Her sense of herself, the understanding she had about the woman she was, had been shaken with those events.
Tonight, Lev had knocked her right off her foundation.
Apparently, she was this woman. She’d fuck a man with her ass at his bidding. She’d let him stimulate her ass further while he went down her throat. She would do whatever he wanted, give over all of herself, submit. And wallow in it. Revel in it.
Did that also make her a woman who would willingly love three men? Let them love her?
She didn’t know. But she did know that Lev wasn’t done with her.
Somehow, she was certain of that. He was conducting some sort of business with her, and he wasn’t done.
“Turn over on your back,” he said now, finally, finally taking his finger out of her ass. His knee was pressed against her tits, his cock was hanging at her face, having just emptied itself down her throat. “Move to the center of the bed.”
His blue eyes were dark, watching her intently with blunt determination, domination. He wanted her complete compliance, would be satisfied with nothing less.
She did as he asked, and he moved to the foot of the bed. Careless of his nakedness, he stood and looked at her like a mythical demigod, sure of his place in the universe.
He was gorgeous. She couldn’t imagine a woman who could resist him.
His gaze fell to the juncture of her thighs and, somehow, she was sure what was coming. “Open your legs,” he said. When she hesitated, his brow arched. “It will go better for you if you do as instructed.”
It was probably good advice. So she did what she knew he wanted, drawing her knees up and letting them fall open, giving him exactly the view he wanted.
He was satisfied. He didn’t say so with words, but she saw the twitch of his cock.
He was going to fuck her. He’d had two rowdy, harsh orgasms already, but he was still going to fuck her. Maybe he was a demigod.
“Do you have a vibrator?”
Damn. He knew where to look and didn’t even wait for an answer. He pulled open the drawer of her little bedside table and found what he wanted. She noticed he ignored the box of condoms—purchased after she’d had herself tested, when she realized Kyle had made a fool of her, in a resolution to be smarter in the future.
About as meaningful as the average New Year’s resolution, she guessed. She just hadn’t seen the Vanchenko boys coming.
He held her vibrator—a reasonably-sized dildo, was what she’d thought when she’d bought it. Of course, that was before she met…Vanchenko cock. His gaze was on hers as he turned it on.
Moving around the bed, he put his knee on the mattress between her legs. He touched the vibrator to her, back and forth over her nipples first, then her mons, then letting it slide slowly along her clit. He eventually got past there and pressed it into her pussy. Far into. He circled it a bit, watching her eyes until he was satisfied he’d found just the right spot to quicken her breath.
Apparently, he’d discovered the advanced Haidee-user manual.
He left the vibrator there and came over her, arms extended, looking into her face. “It’s going to be a while before I can come again. Try not to get too far ahead of me.”
Then he lifted away and disappeared from her bedroom.
Somehow compelled, she lay there as if she were bound, as if she couldn’t move until he gave her the release. She knew it was what he meant and was helpless to it.
So she was still, nothing changing but the rate of her breath and pulse, as the vibrator worked inside her. She lay there, bound by his will, listening as Lev opened her fridge and helped himself to…whatever. A yogurt by the sound of it, and her filtered water.
He still had the water when he finally came back to her. She was struggling then, as he watched her blandly, not to writhe with the stimulation of it. Not just the vibrator, making itself known, sending shivers of stimulation all the way to her clit. But his gaze, too, making matters so much worse, so much…better.
He emptied the glass and set it aside. With his gaze taking her in, he touched himself. He’d filled—long and thick—as he’d watched her. But now, as he stroked himself, he became hard and erect. Crawling onto the bed, he came over her again. He leaned down and kissed her, shushing her as her body shivered in need.
She had to work harder, then, to stay still as he took his mouth to her tits. He grasped one nipple, then the other, tonguing them, sucking them, pulling strongly. His thigh had fallen against the vibrator and, losing control, she jerked, bringing it harder into her.
Her breath huffed out and she couldn’t hold back her moans. He brought her to the brink before he lifted up. He slid the vibrator out and ran it over her again, her clit, her nipples, her lips.
“Taste,” he said.
With a moan, she opened her mouth and let him press the device in.
“Wet it good,” he instructed. “It’s going up your ass.”
She whimpered and tried to shake her head in objection, but he stilled her with a command in his eyes. Submitting, she closed her mouth over it.
“Good, baby,” he said. “It’s just going to be there. I’m not going to fuck you with it. I just want to feel it there when I’m inside your cunt.”
It still didn’t seem like a good idea to her—she’d been so used. But he wasn’t really asking permission and, after he’d taken his time trailing it over her clit again, she didn’t really object when he slid it up her ass.
Then he was there, inside her, filling her cunt like he should have been there all along, like his cock and her cunt had been made for each other and each other alone. Like this moment, this act of taking and acceptance, was all she’d been put on earth for.
“Lev,” she said, her voice quivering.
“Haidee,” he crooned back to her. “I love you.”
“Oh.” He started to move in her. “Lev.”
He built up gradually, slowly sliding in and out, deeply, taking her completely each time. He groaned and she knew he was feeling the vibrator along the length of his cock.
He gradually moved faster, fucked her harder, clutching around her. “Haidee.”
She was tossing her head now, bucking under him, his cock and the vibrator in her ass driving her crazy.
Lev lifted over her, grasping her head to keep her still. His lips pressed at her temple and he spoke, rough, quick sentences, questions, but she was too far gone to comprehend.
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