Blackmailed by the beast

by Georgia Le Carre

  I feel anger grow from deep inside me that she cannot be mine. Not just for tonight, but forever.

  I’ve always wanted her, and now I’m being offered one little taste before she is yanked away and given to a bully who does not deserve her.

  I already know what he will do. He will break her with neglect.

  She, who is mine.

  Tasha Evanoff

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FK6wgua-kjc

  Everything Is Not Quite Enough

  Lying naked on the bed, I watch him walk shirtless, the muscles of his inked back gleaming, to the attached dressing room. I see his reflection in a mirror open a cupboard and from the top shelf take down a large package. He brings it to the bed and puts it next to me.

  ‘Open it,’ he invites softly.

  I sit up, curious, and open the plastic packaging. I stare at it, surprised and slightly confused.

  ‘It’s an authentic, life-size vagina and ass,’ he explains the obvious from above.

  ‘It’s a masturbator for men,’ I say slowly. Worrying at my lower lip I look up at him. ‘What are you going to do with it?’

  He smiles slowly. ‘Not me. You.’

  I stare at him. ‘Me? What am I supposed to do with that?’

  ‘I want to see you suck that pussy.’

  ‘You want me to suck a plastic pussy?’ I repeat in disbelief. This was way too kinky for me

  ‘It’s not plastic. It’s a CyberSkin deluxe version. Touch it.’

  I look down at it then back up at him. ‘I’m sorry but I’m not into women. Not even a bit.’

  ‘Touch it,’ he urges.

  ‘I—’

  ‘I want you to.’

  ‘Fine.’ I touch one of the butt cheeks and it feels surprisingly real and soft. I retract my hand. ‘Yeah, good, really lifelike, but what’s the point? It’s not doing anything for me, and quite frankly I’d rather taste you.’

  ‘It’s the visual for me, but the elemental taboo for you.’

  I look at the thing. It basically looks like a woman’s hips and thighs when she is lying face down and sticking her ass out so that her vagina projects out with all her frilly bits distended.

  ‘Let me show you how easy it is,’ he says, taking hold of me in a flash, opening my legs with his powerful hands, and staring down at my exposed sex. Like a man in a trance, he kneels between my legs. His head moves downward and his lips connect with the throbbing at my core. I jump as if I have been electrocuted.

  He lifts his head. ‘Relax,’ he orders.

  I stare at the ceiling, furious with myself for reacting like a frightened rabbit, or some little Victorian virgin prude. I’m going to make this night work. One way or another. I’ve dreamed of it too long not to. He buries his head between my thighs.

  ‘Oh, God,’ I groan, my body arching involuntarily, when his tongue finds the wet opening and plunges inside. The pleasure is delicious.

  His hands roam my body as his tongue swirls inside me, licking, rolling, slurping, tasting my depths, eating me as if he is a starving wolf. My legs lock round his head and my pussy tightens around his eager tongue. Just when I think he has found the right spot he goes deeper, or shifts the angle, and finds a whole new right spot.

  ‘Yes, there,’ I cry, my whole body bucking as I grind my sex against his mouth and chase my orgasm. When I am almost screaming with pleasure, he removes his tongue from inside me and clamps his lips around the small hard bud of my clit and suckles it.

  ‘I’m so close,’ I moan.

  His reply is to suck harder.

  ‘Oh, Noah,’ I scream and, grabbing his head, come. Hard! The world becomes white with the intensity of my climax. It is beyond anything I have experienced before. The orgasm rips through me and leaves me a quivering mess and I become aware that his tongue is still lodged inside me.

  ‘That was amazing.’ My voice is hoarse.

  He lifts his head, his mouth and chin glistering.

  ‘You’re amazing,’ he says and dips his fingers into me. I gasp and tighten my muscles around the digits. With wide eyes I watch him gather the juices from my pussy and smear it on to the vagina of the toy. He even inserts his fingers into the toy to coat the insides.

  I meet his dark, inscrutable eyes, and suddenly I want to be the girl who is so wild and willing she is extraordinary. I know he will haunt me forever. Let it not only be him that leaves an indelible mark on me. I’ll give him a show he will never forget.

  I get on my knees and sink down on the toy’s frilly pink lips. I lick it and, for the first time, taste my own juices. On my knees and sucking a toy pussy smeared with my own juices, I hear him draw in a sharp breath. In my peripheral view I see him take his trousers off. I want to see his cock, but he moves to the back of me. I slurp at the lips greedily, and exactly as he had done to me, I dip my tongue into the soft opening.

  Behind me I hear the sound of a condom wrapper being hurriedly torn open and my whole body becomes electrified. Every atom alert and waiting for his touch. First those large, rough hands wrap around my hips, then, his cock head starts to penetrate me. I am dripping wet, but it is enormous and I cry out with pain as it spreads me open and forces itself into me. I feel him stretch me wider and wider as the hard pillar goes deeper inside me. As I start to adjust to the thick cock inside me, the sensation of fullness is wonderful.

  This is what my sex was made for.

  ‘Spread your legs wider,’ he instructs, his voice thick with lust.

  I obey.

  ‘Wider still and push your ass up,’ he commands.

  With my pussy speared with his cock, I can’t help the feeling of being helpless and vulnerable. My entire body prepares itself to get the fucking of its life. I whimper as the nub between my legs begins to throb like a heart. I know then that I want him to start moving so bad it feels as if I will break into a thousand pieces if he does not.

  He begins by rolling his hips, slowly, deliberately, before picking up speed, bumping into me as far as he can go and feeling so big inside me. The thrusts becoming more savage, building and building to an almost unbearable speed. Mercilessly he fucks me as fast as he can while my hips rise up to meet his thrusts. Until every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release.

  ‘Play with yourself,’ he growls.

  I use my fingers and frantically frig at my clit and almost instantly I feel a monster orgasm coming my way.

  ‘Stick your tongue into that pussy while my big cock fucks you,’ he orders, and suddenly I’m riding an enormous wave. He must have been holding back and waiting for me because he roars and explodes together with me.

  My climax begins at my core. It blasts through my body like a firebomb and ends at my fingertips and toes. The power of it turns my cry soundless and makes me physically shake. I didn’t know where I ended and he began anymore. We were one, one never-ending earth-shattering climax.

  Every time I think I have reached the edge, this must be it, there cannot be more, Noah carries on jackhammering the entire length of his cock deep into my body, and it begins all over again, the next climax slamming into me like a brick wall. Until my brain feels fried, my mouth is screaming noiselessly, and my limbs shake and convulse uncontrollably. Nothing I have ever done, not by myself, or with any other guy compares to this mind-blowing sensation.

  When it is finally over, my body feels as heavy as lead and I am so completely drained my upper body collapses on the bed. His hands don’t let go of my hips. He keeps us joined while my pussy carries on convulsing and gushing around his cock. Only when all the tremors are gone does he pull out of me.

  He falls to the bed, his head appearing next to my eyes. I turn to look at him with awe. ‘Is it always like that with you?’

  He shakes his head, his eyes mysterious.

  My hand reaches out to touch the masculine lines of his face. ‘You really are so beautiful,’ I whisper.

  A ghost of a smile crosses his face. It’s an oddly bleak smile. It makes me want to ho
ld him close to my heart and never let go. To my surprise, my eyes fill with tears. I’m not normally a crybaby.

  His eyes narrow. ‘What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?’

  I bite my lip to stop the sniffles. ‘No. It’s just the emotion you released, I guess.’

  He nods.

  ‘You don’t say much, do you?’

  Noah Abramovich

  She is nothing like I’d imagined. In my mind, I deliberately painted her as a spoilt Princess. Rude, uncaring, cold, shallow, carelessly whiling away her time the way the daughters of very rich men do, an army of trailing servants to pick up after her. Even so, I wanted her badly, but now that I have drunk her sweet nectar, I crave her the way a man dying of thirst craves a glass of cool water.

  ‘You don’t want to talk to me?’ she asks, her eyes clouding over with hurt.

  Fuck. How can a grown woman be so innocent, so fucking clueless about what a man wants? Can a woman like this ever fit into my fucked up life?

  What the fuck? Did I actually entertain that crazy thought in my head? Goddamn you, Noah, you’re just screwing with yourself. You can never have Tasha Evanoff. Her father would rather boil me alive than let the likes of me have her. Hell, he’d have boiled me alive if he knew I even touched her. I feel a twitch start up in my jaw. The rage of being so close to something you are dying for and knowing you can never have it.

  ‘What do you want me to say, Tasha?’ I ask harshly.

  Her eyes widen with shock at my bitter tone.

  ‘In a few hours you’ll be gone forever. What should I say? That was great. Thanks. Or better still, want me to say I’ll fight for you? I’ll kill your father, the man you’re supposed to marry, and anyone else who stands in my fucking way.’

  Her lower lip starts trembling. She presses her mouth into a straight line, turns away from me, and stares up at the ceiling.

  ‘You don’t have to be so horrible. We are just ships passing in the night. You are a man. Surely you must have had many such nights as this. Were you this horrible to all of them too?’ Her voice breaks on the last question. She blinks hard and fast, but a tear slides out from the corner of her eyes and runs down her temple into her hair.

  The sight makes my chest hurt. Something inside me feels like it is breaking. I cannot understand how she can so easily get under my skin. I am the tough guy. No one gets to me. Ever. Yet, I am like putty in her hands. I get up onto my elbow and very gently lick the salty stream.

  ‘I’m sorry.’

  She fixes her gaze on me, her beautiful, beautiful eyes piercing my soul. ‘It’s okay. I forgive you. I never want to fight with you,’ she murmurs.

  Her quick acceptance of my apology is child-like and endearing. With every second that passes she entwines herself more and more tightly around my heart. I touch her belly and her hand runs down my body and cups my still half-hard cock. It starts to swell and she smiles, feeling powerful, knowing she is the cause.

  She lifts off the bed and I watch as she drops to the floor and, bending her head, fills her mouth with the broad mushroom head of my cock. Her mouth is heaven, soft, warm and velvety. Slowly, she slides her lips just over halfway down my cock, and my long shaft is already at the back of her throat. She begins a smooth cock-sucking rhythm. A nun with a toothache could have done better, but her inexperience and inability to take the whole of me excites me so much I feel my climax already building. I sit up, pull out of her mouth, and enjoy the exquisite sensation of sliding my cock along her tongue.

  ‘Get on your knees,’ I tell her.

  I stand and angle her head so that her neck is arched back. Then, with my fingers tangled in her hair, I guide her head so I slide back in. I push my cock all the way to the back of her throat, slightly further than before. Her eyes widen with panic, but I hold her head there, and obediently she remains. I enjoy the moment of total control. Of having Tasha Evanoff’s mouth at the end of my cock.

  Pre-cum must have touched her throat because she swallows. I pull out, and I watch her take a deep breath and I know I can’t last much longer. I want my sperm in her throat and in her belly. I pull her face against my throbbing cock as it clenches and tightens. Then I am gone, spurting hot cum down her throat. Spurting and spurting and watching her swallow it all. Every last fiery drop.

  I made Tasha Evanoff drink my cum.

  I look down at her, her eyes wide, her succulent mouth gently sucking the last drops of cum from my dick. The tension leaves my body. I made her submit to me. A woman who will continue to suck your cock after you have come inside her mouth is a woman who belongs to you.

  I pull out of her and, grasping her by the upper arms, pull her onto the bed. She stares up at me while I start worshiping her body the way I have never done another woman. She is pure woman. Pure ecstasy. Her taste and the strong sweet smell of her arousal make my mouth water. I lick and suck, nibble, bite and stroke every inch of her. I suck her pink nipples until they swell to almost twice their size. The more she begs me to enter her, the more I torment her.

  ‘Take me,’ she begs lewdly, spreading her legs and showing me her engorged, shining pussy. I lift my head to enjoy the sight. Her whole body spasmodically jerking, hot, wet, and surrounded by her halo of gorgeous hair.

  ‘Please,’ she begs pitifully.

  ‘Fuck me, Noah. Fuck me.’ Her hips thrust helplessly at thin air. It gives me a cheap thrill to hear her use the word fuck.

  ‘Say fuck my cunt,’ I order.

  She doesn’t hesitate. She is too far gone. ‘Fuck my cunt,’ she cries.

  ‘Please ... Noah … please.’

  But I carry on tormenting her until her hips are jerking and her thighs trembling uncontrollably. Then I stop.

  ‘Now you may have your release, but you’ll have to work for it yourself,’ I tell her as I lie on my back. I let my eyes roam her body. Covered in saliva and aching to be filled with my cock, she crawls towards me and swings one leg over me.

  ‘Stop,’ I demand, and she freezes, her pussy garishly gaping open and glistening, her face contorted with frustration.

  I commit to memory the dirty image of Tasha, no longer a Princess, but horny, slutty, her leg cocked over my dick, and out-of-control sexy.

  ‘What?’ she groans.

  ‘Now,’ I tell her.

  She immediately impales herself on my meat until I’m completely buried in her tight pussy. Mewling and squirming with relief and pure sensuality, she rotates her hips and grinds her pussy on my pubes. Her eyes are closed and I see the bliss on her face.

  When she starts rocking back and forth, I gather her close to me and suck on her puffy, reddened nipples. When she utters a low cry of pain and pleasure, I begin to suck voraciously at the enlarged tips. As I bite down on one, I thrust the fingers of my other hand between her lips, forcing her to suck her own juices.

  ‘Bounce on my cock,’ I growl.

  She tightens her pussy muscles and lifts herself upwards two or three inches, but my hands on her hips pulls all but my cockhead clear out of her, followed immediately by my cock slamming back inside her.

  ‘Talk dirty to me.’

  She licks her lips and looks at me with half-hooded eyes. ‘I’m a dirty slut. Give it to me hard and fast!’

  ‘Fuck yeah.’

  ‘I want you to put your big cock in my mouth and let me suck it until you fill my belly with your cum.’

  Of course, she would have to be a fucking natural at this too.

  ‘Not just my mouth. I can’t wait for you to fill every hole in my body with your hot cum.’

  She keeps at it, and I start to slam harder and harder into her sweet cunt until we slam right into the hurricane of our climaxes.

  Tasha Evanoff

  ‘Are you hungry?’ he asks.

  I grin at him. ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

  He grins back and I stare at the beauty of the man. I have never seen him smile with his teeth showing before. He is spellbindingly handsome.

  Unaware of
my appreciation of him, he jackknives upright and, naked, walks to the dressing room. He comes back wearing track bottoms and holding a shirt in his hand.

  ‘Wear this,’ he says, holding it out to me.

  I slip into it and fold the sleeves up.

  He gazes at me.

  ‘What? What are you thinking?’ I ask.

  ‘How fuckable you look.’

  I blush and he laughs.

  ‘Come on,’ he says leading the way. We go downstairs in our bare feet.

  ‘What’s there to eat?’ I ask, sliding onto one of the creamy yellow stools. His kitchen looks like it is hardly ever used. Every surface is gleaming with newness.

  ‘I don’t know,’ he says opening the fridge.

  ‘You don’t know. Who does the shopping for you?’ I ask curiously.

  ‘I have a woman who stocks my fridge and my cupboards.’

  I get up and join him in front of the fridge. We study the contents together. His fridge is well stocked with unopened packets of food. Fresh vegetables, salad in a plastic bag, cheeses, meat, fish, jars of condiments and containers of cooked food.

  ‘You’ve got Khachapuri,’ I exclaim, my stomach rumbling at the thought of the crusty bread shaped to look like a boat, the middle filled with different types of melted cheese and baked with an egg thrown on top of all that cheese. Mmmm …

  ‘Shall we have one?’ he asks.

  ‘One? I’m not sharing my Khachapuri. Get your own.’

  He grins down at me and for a second there is something soft in his eyes, then it is gone and replaced by something slightly distant and unreadable.

  ‘Fine, we’ll have two. I was just thinking you might want to save some space for the Morozhenoe,’ he explains in an amused voice.

  ‘Morozhenoe?’ I echo, my eyes bright. I love creamy Russian ice cream.