“Yes. Sex slaves don’t need clothes. I’ll keep you chained and naked, and desperate for my cock.”
She stared at him for a moment and he wondered if he’d gone too far, gotten too off track for her. Her whole face was red, and her small bosom heaved. “Is it true you tear off the clothing of innocent young girls and force them to . . . service you?”
The nervous arousal in her eyes was feeding into a new perversion he didn’t know he had. Role-play wasn’t his thing normally, but seeing this side of sweet little Varushka was almost as hot and lurid as reading her diary. He wanted to ask her if this had always been a fantasy of hers, or if it was new, but talking out of character right then would ruin it.
“If we’re going to play this game, you have to remember your safeword.”
“I know,” she said with a good deal of exasperation. Apparently safety checks were boring and annoying. Poor little thing.
“It would be a shame to tear such a pretty dress.” He took the neckline between his two hands and tugged as though he would rip it all the way down the front.
She moaned aloud. Her hands fluttered to his, staying him from doing anything crazy. “I have to wear this home,” she whispered to Konstantin, so that the vodyanoy he was pretending to be didn’t hear her.
Konstantin gave the girl a calculating look, just to make her nervous, then feigned a tearing motion with his hands. “You should have removed it when I told you to. Now look at what you made me do.”
She looked down at her intact dress and covered herself with her arms and hands as though he’d ripped the thing down the front and her body was now on full display. Always the gentleman, Kon sat up and helped her pull the dress off over her head, rather than having to play act, and took his shirt off, too. Varushka glanced around and covered herself in earnest.
Aw hell. The wispy white panties she wore were almost sheer—not something she had picked out or bought for herself, but ones he’d bought for her. They were made to be destroyed by a man’s hands.
“These are in my way.” With very little effort he tore off her panties, purposely shredding them so she’d have to go home without.
Her protest was more of a gasp, and she shyly dropped her gaze.
“Show me what’s mine. Come sit here.” He patted his bare chest.
Looking confused, she tried to lower herself to sit primly on his chest, but he redirected her to straddle him there, kneeling just below his armpits. She had to lean either back or forward to support herself on the ground. Choosing to lean back, probably in an effort to keep her breasts out of his face, she gave him a very intimate view of herself. She was just as small there as before he’d taken her virginity.
“This offering is more to my liking than your last one. Bring it closer so I can taste it.”
Her forehead creased and she shook her head. “I can’t.”
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“It feels too good when you do that. I’ll fall,” she whined.
Her red braid fell over one pert breast. She looked down at him, her innocent face full of a lust she didn’t seem to totally understand.
God, she was gorgeous. If she ever wanted to be rich, she just needed to let him take a few pictures and she could sell them online for a mint.
“You’re a very beautiful girl, Varushka.”
She looked away, bashful, as though she didn’t believe his words but loved hearing them all the same.
“Are you sure you want to be a sex slave to an ugly old vodyanoy?” He pinched at her nipple and she sighed and leaned into the small violence. “You could have any human man you wanted.”
“There’s only one human man I want.” Her words trembled on her lips as he ran his finger up the inside of her smooth, white thigh. Pale freckles covered her skin, most of her tan from their beach holiday gone. “But he’s not here. There’s only an old evil vodyanoy who will do whatever he wants to me and not listen if I beg him to stop.”
She reached over to the cloth bag she’d dropped beside him when she’d knelt. After fishing around inside it for a minute, she set a jar and a condom packet next to him, then curled down to kiss his mouth. When she straightened again, he took the jar in his hand, turning it so he could read the label.
“What’s this for?”
Varushka smiled tremulously. “Everly gave it to me a few days ago. She said it was good for . . .” She let the statement trail off.
Konstantin knew several things coconut oil was good for, but she couldn’t possibly mean the obvious. A massage, maybe? That was far more likely.
“For massages?”
She frowned and shook her head.
“Hand jobs?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure even a vodyanoy knows the only good hand job is done with the mouth, not the hand.” She snickered, as though she was the most worldly girl in existence for repeating what he’d told her once as a joke. She was getting harder to shock, but every time he managed to was a small victory.
“Oh, now I understand.” He nodded sagely, then gave his next words more volume. “You want me to stick my cock in your ass.”
She squeaked and put her hand over his mouth, blushing furiously and squeezing her eyes shut. “Don’t say it so loud!”
That was what it was for? She was serious? He’d been teasing.
“You want me to do that to you now? Out here?”
Coyly, she gave a half shrug and looked anywhere but at him. “If you want to, vodyanoy. I’m sure if you wanted to I couldn’t stop you.” She squirmed against his chest, and her pussy slipped along him, warm, ready, and smelling as aroused as she looked. He spread her pussy lips farther apart, until he could see her clit hood.
The careful dab of his thumb against the sensitive bud made her hips strain toward him. She rocked against his chest, looking for more stimulation. Slipping two fingers up inside her, he finger fucked her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. She knew him too well, and tried to sneak an orgasm before he caught on and stopped her.
“No!” she complained. “I need to.”
“Slaves don’t get to choose when they come,” he reminded her. “Turn around.”
He propped himself to lean back against the tree he’d been lying under, and had her straddle his leg.
She made a sound of indignation when he pushed her forward until her hands were braced on the ground on either side of his jean-clad leg, but stayed there, her ass and other soft bits on full display.
Try as she may, she couldn’t close her legs enough to hide a thing from him. Such a lovely view. He was going to have to remember to introduce her to reverse cowgirl at some point.
He slid his hands over her bottom, stroking and massaging until her muscles relaxed, moving gradually closer both to the cleft of her ass and her inner thighs. With his thumbs, he spread her ass cheeks apart, inspecting the small puckered hole she expected him to somehow wedge himself into. He’d only had one finger in there before. This wasn’t going to be pleasant for either of them.
Chapter Thirteen
She clung to his ankle, so nervous, excited, and turned on that she had a hard time not jumping up and screaming that she’d changed her mind, just because she couldn’t handle the racing of her heart.
When Konstantin did things to her ass, it felt taboo and dirty, and she’d gotten obsessed with the idea of him taking her there. It had started with a particularly vivid dream and was fueled by his ongoing teasing on the subject.
The last time Konstantin had been gone Everly and Kate had come over to hang out again. With those two, the subject always turned to sex, and when she’d shyly asked about anal, they’d assured her they both loved it. Everly had dropped the oil off to her the next day, and she’d been carrying it around in her bag ever since, feeling like a very naughty American girl.
It was her last virginity, and she wanted her Masterd to have it in case she was forbidden to see him again. It had to be now.
His rough fingers brushed gently down the c
revasse of her bottom, tickling their way down toward her asshole. It clamped more tightly shut as he trailed his fingertip over it, and the racket of sensation made her quiver. He did it again and she reminded herself to stop holding her breath.
“I’m going to push my cock into this tiny hole tonight, slave. Is it going to make you scream and cry?”
She could tell the idea of her suffering through it turned him on. Maybe it meant she was strange, but she liked when he hurt her and showed her who was boss. The way it aroused him excited her.
There had to be a limit though, right? How much would something have to hurt before it was so much pain that didn’t make her panties wet?
“Maybe, Master. But I’m just a small girl. I can’t stop you from doing what you want.”
His chuckle was licentious. “You like the idea of being forced to do things?”
She knew he’d stop if it was really awful, but the idea that he could choose not to stop and there was nothing she could do about it was something she’d fantasized about since she was old enough to know about sex. To have her will disregarded and to be used for a man’s pleasure wasn’t something she’d thought she’d ever admit to wanting, but Konstantin was so open-minded and kinky that her darkest fantasies didn’t even make him blink.
“Of course not, Master,” she said reproachfully. “I’m a good girl.”
Instead of laughing, he groaned. She heard him open the jar, and tensed as his slick finger swept over her anus. He circled it there, added more lube, then wiggled the tip of his finger into her. Although he’d done this to her before, this was less heat of the moment, and the feel of him watching her body slowly grant him access made it feel lewd and sexy.
“Look at how tight you are,” he murmured appreciatively. “Your body is trying to keep me out. That’s not how good girls behave.” He made fake sounds of disapproval. “Aren’t you supposed to try your hardest to accommodate me?” The slow coaxing of his thick finger up into her ass made Varushka death grip his calf. If he so much as flicked her clit by accident she was going to come so hard.
“I’m sorry, Master,” she choked out.
He made a contented humming noise and his finger vibrated inside her. She clawed at him, gasping.
Patiently, he withdrew his finger a bit, then thrust it back in, using longer strokes as she loosened up. She concentrated on trying not to come, wanting to wait until his cock was inside of her, but the ache between her legs and the sensations in her ass, along with the position he’d put her in made the ball of need in her belly so tight it was its own kind of pain. He shifted beneath her and the rough fabric of his jeans hit her engorged clit like sandpaper. Unable to help herself, she rocked against his leg, wantonly grinding against his thigh, desperate to come and afraid he’d make her stop.
A moment later she came. He chuckled, not so much mocking as sounding delighted. Maybe she should have been ashamed, but it was his fault anyway. She couldn’t help the way her body reacted to him.
She squirmed against him, the now lazy movement of his finger threatening to set her off again. Before that could happen, he added more lube and he worked a second finger in alongside the first. The sheer size of two fingers in her ass almost made her panic, but he stroked her back with his free hand until she calmed.
Soon after, his legs started to flex and shift. His breathing was almost as ragged as her own.
“I can’t wait anymore, slave.”
She shivered as he withdrew his fingers, the friction feeling good and subsequent emptiness making her feel bereft. Konstantin lifted her off his leg and put her on her hands and knees in the grass.
“Please, no, Master.” Her own words of refusal made her breathe faster. She shook, hoping he wouldn’t stop to check that she was okay. If he just took her now it would be perfect. Heart racing, she sank into the position he could rarely resist, with her chest on the ground and ass high and inviting. The grass was itchy, and she wished she would have thought to bring a blanket, but it would have been too hard to hide from her parents.
“No?” Konstantin barked. “You think you have a choice? Adorable.” He shifted until he knelt behind her. The sound of his jeans unzipping almost made her cry out.
Freed from its denim prison, his cock thunked against her ass. He rubbed against her, groaning, his dick so warm it was almost uncomfortable against the chill that had set into her skin. The sky was almost dark, and when she glanced back at Konstantin he was a huge, sinister outline.
“No, please!” she begged. She tried to crawl away, hoping he would grab her.
He dug painful fingers into her hip and dragged her back where he wanted her. The grass burns on her knees just made it hotter. She struggled weakly and he slapped her ass.
“Stay where I put you or I’ll make sure this hurts.”
God, he sounded so evil. She pressed her thighs together, the twinge there almost unbearable again.
“I’ll be good, Master. I’ll be a good girl.” She needed to come again so bad.
“Fuck.” He rubbed against her again, slicker now. Had he put on a condom? He’d been tested and was clean, so she wasn’t worried about that. The idea that he might not be wearing one made the sensation of him rubbing the tip of his cock against her asshole that much more tormenting.
Her Master pressed against her there, gentle but insistent. She leaned back into his invasion, pushing out like he’d told her to. His cock was much thicker than his two fingers, and perhaps she should have been afraid, but she wanted him inside her so bad she wasn’t scared anymore.
Inch by inch, he forced his way into her, thrusting and retreating, manhandling her like she was a doll that needed to be controlled. She squealed and panted, overwhelmed by the fact that he felt a million sizes bigger in her ass.
“Shh,” he warned, his voice thick. “Don’t be so loud. Someone will come.”
She felt so devastatingly full, but still there was more. When her knees gave out she almost hoped he would give up, but instead he lowered her into the grass and shoved his balled-up shirt under her hips and started again. With patience, he convinced her body to take all of him. He froze, his dick pulsing deep in her ass, as he kissed the back of her neck.
“You’re such a good girl, Varushka.” He drew a ticklish trail where she was stretched around his cock, making her squeal and clench.
It burned and ached, but when he moved inside her the mix of pleasure and discomfort made her eyes roll back. He was careful at first, starting with small movements, then he worked up to fucking her with slow hard thrusts that made her teeth rattle. Reaching under her, he played with her clit, distracting her from the ache. Their grunting breaths combined in the darkness, making them sound like rutting beasts.
Under her face, the flattened grass became damp with both tears and drool. She didn’t care about losing control as she welcomed each vicious thrust. She cried out, wishing she’d never offered this, but never wanting him to stop. As she lay under him, taking what he gave her, she understood what he spoke of when he’d talked to her about submission. He took what he needed from her, what he wanted, and in return he gave her everything.
As the discomfort lessened, her cries became high-pitched and needy.
“Are you going to come for me, malish?” He gasped and thrust into her again. “Your ass is milking my cock. Fuck, I’m going to come.”
She choked, the heat that had built low in her belly feeling like it was going to melt her from the inside. In his desperation, he dug his fingers into her clit, pinching there and making her scream. A vast orgasm rose, too intense for her mind to handle. Her ass clamped tighter around him, the muscles there rippling and gripping as a violent pleasure rolled through her body.
Her master roared, thrusting into her sore ass one more time before releasing into her. The feel of him coming triggered another wave of pleasure in her, and she squirmed beneath him, reveling in the way she felt small and helpless as he crushed her against the ground. When the storm had passe
d, and she still lay pressed beneath him, he kissed the tears from the side of her face and made soothing noises.
“Shh, little one. Don’t cry. It’s done now.”
Her throat was sore from the noises he’d forced out of her. Around them the forest had fallen silent except for the tentative zing of a few awkward-sounding bugs. She listened hard. Oh god, what if someone had heard them and found them like this? What if someone was watching? More heat throbbed between her legs. Again? But surely she was too sore for that. Her Master had turned her into such a pervert.
Once he caught his breath, he sighed contentedly and kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, her cheek. He withdrew from her, leaving her empty, but rolled onto his back and pulled her onto his chest. Her backside was tender. Considering what they’d just done, though, it wasn’t that bad.
“Mmm . . . I love you, slave,” he whispered into her hair.
“I love you, too, Master.” She snuggled into his warm embrace, not caring that they were covered in grass, leaves, and dirt. They’d have to clean up in the pond before they went home. It was almost criminal that they couldn’t sleep in the same bed that night. What would her parents do if she didn’t come home for once? She could sleep with Konstantin there, under the stars, and he would hold her the way he always did now. Sleeping at her parents’ house again had been sad and lonely.
“Are you okay?”
“A little sore, but happy.” Okay, maybe she was very sore, but doing it had been her idea in the first place. She wanted to do it again, too—such an intense orgasm. Just not today. Or tomorrow.
“You surprised me. You didn’t need to let me do that. Not yet.”
She nuzzled his chest. He sighed and kissed the top of her head about a zillion times, then coaxed her up closer to his mouth so he could do the same to her face. When his storm of affection calmed, a bone-numbing satisfaction and contentment stole over her.
“You put naughty ideas in my head,” she admitted, “and then I want to try them. All of them.”
“I’ve created a monster.”
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