“I…” She swallows. “I used to use a pillow. I’d hug it tight and use my hips until…” She blushes.
I lean in and kiss her on the lips, savoring the moan she gives me in response.
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” I say. “Only that you’ve been missing out on so many better ways.”
I hold up two fingers to her, which she watches with fascination. “Do this.”
She imitates me, holding up two of her fingers together. I take her hand and slip those fingers into my mouth, letting my tongue roll up and down them until they’re wet and glistening before I take them out.
I guide her hand down to her pussy, and I place those wet fingertips on her clit and gently push in.
She gasps and goes a darker shade of red, and I run a hand over her thigh, squeezing the sensitive skin possessively.
“Small circles,” I instruct her in a commanding tone. She blinks those big, innocent eyes at me, then looks down at her pussy and slowly traces a circle with her fingers.
As she does, she shudders and whimpers, but her eyes go even wider at the sensation.
“Good,” I growl, “but look at me.”
She obeys, turning her pretty head up to me as I stand up. “Don’t stop,” I tell her when I notice her slowing down, and she bobs her head hurriedly and keeps going, clumsily finding her favorite pace and making little circles on that swollen, sensitive nub.
I kick my shoes off and push them aside as I stand to my full height, my big chest taking long, deep breaths as I drink in her form. Naked, innocent, ready to be plucked, touching herself on my couch. This girl is all mine, and I’m going to make sure she loves every second of it.
I bring my strong hands to the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it up over my head, revealing each defined muscle one by one as the white fabric slides off. When it’s off, I toss it aside and waste no time giving the leather belt around my waist the same treatment. My abs form a V that plunges toward my crotch, and the leather grazes the edge of it while it comes off my body and clatters to the floor.
While I strip, revealing more of my statuesque body bit by bit, Daisy gets excited. Her cheeks stay a steady deep pink, and I can’t help but remember that this is the deepest into sin this young woman has ever been.
I am a corruptor, I realize. This woman was perfectly innocent and preparing herself for a chaste life before marriage to a country husband, all before I came along and claimed her.
If that is the price we must pay for our little games, I will pay it gladly, and she seems to be of the same mind.
She starts moving her fingers in smaller, faster circles, biting her lip and watching me. One of her hands grips the couch cushion, but I shake my head at her.
“Your nipples. Touch them. Play with them like I did.”
“Yes, sir,” she says in a hushed tone, and she brings a nearly-shaking hand to her breast and starts fondling it. That draws a gasp of air from her, and she shuts her eyes, chewing on her lip.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, and she obeys, bobbing her head apologetically. I crack a smile. “Good girl.”
“Oh god,” she groans in desire, “I love it when you call me that.”
“You have to earn it,” I say in a husk, and with that, I unbutton my pants, one button after the other. Before long, the thick trunk of my shaft is visible as I start to slide the denim down.
She starts to push her hips up in a rhythm with her hand motions, and I nod approvingly. “You’re getting better.”
I bring my pants down and shake them off, and I reward her with the sight of my fully-erect, bulging cock. She hasn’t yet seen it like this, proudly on display from a distance, along with the rest of my form. My legs are impeccably cut, and every muscle in my tight calves is chiseled to perfection.
I am not modest about my body. I am a trained killing machine. My body and instincts are my livelihood—or they were, supposedly, but my idea of retirement seems to be falling apart all around me. But if that means keeping Daisy at my side, then it might not be so bad after all.
I grab a chair and drag it to face Daisy a foot from the couch, and I take a seat in it, letting my cock stick straight up. She looks at my massive shaft, gazing at the vein-ribbed girth bobbing up in the air, pulsing and twitching at the sight of her touching herself.
“You’re slowing down,” I chide her gently, and she whimpers, picking up the pace again and driving herself further to orgasm. “I want you to make yourself come. Can you do that for me, kotyonok?”
“What does that word mean?” she gasps as she touches herself, her thighs squirming desperately.
“Kitten,” I reply with a wicked smile, and she whimpers desperately.
I wrap my big hand around my shaft, and I slowly bring it up and down its length, warming my whole girth.
She pants as I start to work my thick manhood, but my eyes are glaring right at her, paralyzing her. She starts to close her thighs to massage herself, but I shake my head.
“Legs open. I want to watch you.”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers in response, and I’m proud to train her so well.
“Faster,” I order her. I start massaging my cock a little faster to encourage her, and I draw my thumb around the dark crown at the top before letting my palm slide to the base, pushing against my balls ever so slightly, then back up. I start pumping my shaft faster and faster, gaze not moving from Daisy.
“You did this,” I say in a thick husk. “Last night, this is the beast that you tamed. This is what I had sunk deep inside you, deflowering you. Do you want this again?”
“God, yes,” she whimpers, a pout to her tone that makes my cock twitch and pulse in my hand. She seems to realize the effect that has on me, and she opens her soft lips to speak more. “I need to feel you inside me, Alexei. I want you to fill me up again. It felt so fucking good last time. Was it good for you?”
“You have no idea,” I growl, letting my head tilt forward as I work my shaft, and a bead of precum beads up at the tip of my cock, spilling out of my slit and wetting the dark crown. She watches it as if it’s precious gold spilling, twitching almost as if she wants to come and take it before it’s gone.
“Don’t stop,” I order her, glaring at her with that piercing gaze, my whole body responding to her without even touching her. Her beauty is such that it’s all I need to get me going.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers. “I-I’m just nervous!”
“I’ll give you so much more soon,” I growl. “Come on, good girl, just a little further…”
That spills her over the edge. Her mouth falls open, and she lets out a gasp as her face goes bright red. She tries to snap her thigh shut as the sensation overwhelms her, but I stand up and stride forward immediately, prying her legs apart and forcing her to see it through. Her hand starts shaking, but I put my hand over it and use it to keep massaging her clit all the way through the orgasm as she thrashes and squirms on the couch, orgasmic gasps escaping her lips.
Finally, the orgasm comes to an end, and I take my hand off hers, watching her pant and crack her eyes open to look up at me.
I must look terrifying. My body looms over her entirely, and my cock is stiff, pointed right at her wet pussy.
“Things are better when you listen to me,” I growl thickly. “I won’t steer you wrong.”
“I want to listen to you no matter how you steer me,” she says, sounding almost ashamed of herself. “I’d listen to you whether I want to or not. I need you so bad right now, Alexei.”
I grip her thighs and put a knee on the couch, drinking in the scent of her in the air.
“I’m going to take you bare again,” I say, each syllable heavy and meaningful. “Do you want that?’
She softly nods her head, and with that, I put my cock’s tip to her pussy. It comes alive at the familiar feeling, so soft and wet, so ready for me, so tight.
I put my hands around her waist, and without a second thought, I enter her.
She drinks
in a deep gasp and closes her eyes for just a moment, biting her lip, then looks up at me with lidded eyes and a dreamy face, reaching up to put a hand to my cheek when I feel that my cock is as deep inside her as it will go.
Then, she asks me the last question I expected to hear.
“Alexei...what did it feel like to kill a man?”
Daisy
I gaze up into Alexei’s eyes, my breath caught and held in my throat as my heart pounds rapidly. I wonder if he can feel it. Feel the wild drumbeat in my ribcage, that unrelenting rhythm kicked up several notches by his mere presence, by his hot breath on my skin, his hard body pinning me down.
I feel like I’m being torn in two totally different directions.
On the one hand, I should be fearful. I know I should be. Hell, I should be trying to fight him off. I should be squirming out of his grasp and making a dash for the door. By now, my feet ought to be carrying me out of this farmhouse, lifting me over the emerald-green fields and through the tall trees of the forest brimming the property. If I were smart, there would be a puff of Daisy-shaped smoke where my body is. Alexei would be grasping at nothing but air while I ran for the hills, screaming my head off for someone to come save me.
That’s one side of my mind right now. The other side tells a completely opposite story.
That side of me wants to stay right where I am. No, it’s worse than that. This crazy, wild side is just now being born. I never had a wild side before I met Alexei. That’s how I ended up with a guy like Dean Ashcroft in the first place. He seemed like the safe choice. The smart choice. The one my father would have picked out for me if he were still alive to do so. The kind of man everyone expects me to end up marrying.
I did everything right.
I followed the rules.
And I never got the pay-off everybody promised me. Be a good girl and good things will come to you. But you know what? They lied. They were wrong. I did what I was told and I still got burned. I ended up in a tangled mess with a sociopathic farm boy who wanted to cow me into subservience and make me the kind of timid domestic servant guys like him want in a wife. So I’m finished with that, with following the rules. It’s time to toss aside my innocence and my good-girl image and embrace the darkness.
Alexei is my darkness. I know that if I stay with him, if I continue to give myself up to him entirely, the dark will consume me. Envelop me like a warm shadow, changing me, molding me, sculpting me into a brand new version of myself. A version those who know me probably won’t recognize. But that’s a good thing. Because I’m tired of who I used to be, who I have always been. I need something more, and I just know Alexei can give it to me.
But if I’m going to jump off this cliff with him, I can’t shy away from the fear, from the shadows. He has a shadowy past, and there’s blood on his hands— and not just for the first time. He’s done this before, and I know it. But I need to know more. I have to ask the scary questions, and I have to accept whatever terrifying answer he can offer me.
“What did you say?” he growls, sending little vibrations down through my body.
I narrow my eyes at him and repeat the question in a low, soft voice. “Tell me what it feels like to kill a man. I want the details, Alexei. I want to know how it felt to listen to his heart stop beating, to have blood on your hands, to feel someone’s blood run cold.”
His heart pounds against his chest, and his hips thrust, as if to distract me. It works for just a moment before I look up at him with lusty, pleading eyes.
“You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss me and shut me up. But I dig my fingernails into the hard muscles of his back and take his lower lip into my mouth, biting down hard. He doesn’t yelp in pain or pull away. He merely groans with mingled annoyance and arousal, like he can’t quite decide if he’s angry at me or just even more turned on.
I hope it’s both. I want to rile him up. I want to see that dark side of him rear its ugly head. I need him to show me his scars.
He breaks away, but only barely. He pauses to delicately brush a loose lock of my hair out of my face and tuck it gently behind my ear as he looks into my face. His eyes drink in every curve and angle of my face, following the lines of my cheekbones, my jaw, the cupid’s bow of my lips. But he doesn’t meet my gaze. Not yet. It’s like he’s sizing me up.
I wonder desperately what he sees when he looks at me.
“I mean it,” I whisper back fiercely. “Tell me the truth. I won’t accept lies from anyone anymore. Not again.”
“I have not told you a single lie about myself yet,” Alexei retorts, finally meeting my eyes. The blaze in his stare sends shivers down my spine but I won’t back down.
“Not telling the whole story is a lie’s next-door neighbor,” I reply, parroting a line my father used to tell me when I was a child. It feels weird to be talking to him at such an intimate moment, but it also feels right. Like we can’t hide from each other now.
The flicker of a faint smile crosses Alexei’s lips and fades away as quickly as it came. He cups my cheek in his huge hand, and I can feel the callouses there. I wonder how he got these callouses. From farm work? It’s possible. But I know there are other rough, ugly parts of him that he keeps hidden from the world, and those are the parts I most desperately want to see.
“You are too wise and foolish at the same time,” he tells me, shaking his head.
I tighten my legs around his waist, clenching my pussy to tighten around his cock. His lips fall open in an appreciative groan, which turns me on beyond belief. I like this little modicum of control I can wield over him. Over this powerful man who could break me and toss me aside without a second thought. That kind of power, I am quickly realizing, is intoxicating. Completely and utterly corrupting. But I want it, more than anything.
“I’m done being cautious,” I whisper, frowning at him. “Caution has rarely served me very well in the past. I won’t live that way anymore. Tell me the truth.”
“Killing feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before,” he answers, albeit reluctantly. His voice is so low and rasping it could almost be a hiss. He leans in to speak right against the shell of my ear, which makes me tremble. Goosebumps pop up on my skin as I hold my breath again, listening to his every word. “It is exhilarating to be so in control.”
“So,” I manage to gasp, “You enjoy it?”
He grazes his teeth along the soft flesh of my neck, making my eyelids flutter and a moan roll out of my throat. “No. There is no joy in taking a life, Daisy.”
“Then why do you do it?” I ask, rolling my hips to slide his cock in and out of me.
“Why do you think?” he snarls. He slides a hand underneath my head to cradle me like I’m some delicate, fragile piece of china he’s afraid to shatter.
I shake my head ever so slightly, still staring up at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
“I-I don’t know,” I confess.
He dives in to kiss me deeply, his tongue probing into my mouth. He rocks his hips, pulling almost all the way out of me before spearing back into me hard. I whimper in glorious pain and pleasure.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way,” he hisses between gritted teeth. My eyes roll back in my head as he fucks me harder, slipping in and out faster and faster, striking that deliciously sensitive spot deep inside my aching cunny.
“Oh my goodness,” I whine, my breaths coming ragged and quick now as he fucks me closer and closer to the brink. But this time I don’t want him to ravish me while I just lie limp and useless in his arms. I want to give him everything he’s giving me. I want this to be an equal affair, two-sided and passionate. I cling to him as hard as I can, my heels digging into his bare ass while his cock pumps into me. I’m moaning and clenching, my whole body shaking as he rocks back and forth.
“Is it— is it about control?” I gasp.
“What do you think?” Alexei growls back.
As he pushes deeper inside me I cry out and pierce
the skin of his back with my nails, choking and moaning with bliss. “I wish— I wish I could be in control,” I whimper. “Just once.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asks, kissing my neck and burying his face in my hair as he pummels my pussy with his massive cock. It feels like he could tear me apart, split me right down the middle. And the terrible thing is, I would let him. Eagerly. I would welcome my own destruction as long as he’s the one destroying me.
“I don’t know,” I murmur. “I don’t know anything anymore.”
“Sometimes, the less you know, the better,” he answers roughly.
“I’m tired of feeling so helpless, Alexei,” I tell him honestly. “I want to feel like I have some say in my own life. It just moves so fast…”
He grabs me and in one swift, smooth movement he flips us around so that he’s lying on the couch on his back, with me straddling him on top. From this angle, his cock is buried so deep inside me that I can feel the ache in my abdomen. The sudden shift of fullness inside me makes me momentarily speechless, my eyes rolling back as a spell of dizziness washes over my body. When the dizziness subsides, I open my eyes wide and peer down at him. His hands are gripping my hips tightly, a fire burning brightly in those intense eyes.
“You want control?” he says in a gruff voice. “Take it.”
I bite my lip, blushing, unsure of how to proceed. This is what I asked for, I think, but I’m new to this. “Show me,” I whisper plaintively.
A wry, fiendish smile crosses his handsome face. He lifts his hips, rolling them as he holds onto me, moving me up and down on his cock. I gasp with pleasure and catch on instantly, leaning forward to steady myself on his chest while I ride him, slowly at first, then faster. With every roll of my hips, his cock stiffens inside me, spearing at that secret place that sends me trembling and moaning every time.
I brace my legs on either side of him, bouncing up and down on his shaft, then rocking back and forth, feeling that delicious friction between the base of his cock and my over-sensitized clit. Alexei sits up slightly, leaning on his elbows so I can lean forward and kiss him while I bounce on his cock. I breathe raggedly, whimpering and moaning with every stroke.
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