by Bella King
This is my chance, and I’m going to take it.
Chapter Seventeen
I climb on top of Rurik, taking no care to keep the sheet over his bare ass as I mount him. I’m only in my robe, and I’m not wearing panties. I’m sure he can tell as I sit on his buttocks with my legs tucked on either side of him.
My pussy is very wet, but that’s not my fault. Seeing Rurik’s body is such a huge turn-on for me, even more than I thought it would be. It’s unfair that I must leave him in the morning, but I’m not going to think about that now. For these precious few hours that we have left together, I’m going to enjoy myself.
I lean forward and pick up the oil from the nightstand, grinding against Rurik as I do so. The position I’m in almost demands me to do so. Again, this is not something that I have much control over.
Maybe I’m just making excuses. I like the way it feels. I could have approached this whole situation differently, but I’ve chosen this path. This is my fault.
I pop the lid on the small cylindrical bottle and drizzle the clear liquid over Rurik’s broad back. He flinches as the cold oil hits him, growing thin and warm over his hot muscles.
I laugh at his reaction, but I don’t torture him for too long. I place the bottle back down on the bedside table, and my robe falls open. Silk just doesn’t seem to want to stay put, but that’s okay. I don’t really need it for what I’m doing.
I remove the robe and fling it onto the floor, then I place my hands down on Rurik’s back, feeling his tight muscles beneath my hands. This is going to give me just as much pleasure as it will give him. I’ve never touched a man quite so intimately, and the warmth of his skin is making me drip from between my legs. I’m sure he can feel that.
“Are you naked?” he asks, attempting to lift his head and look at me.
“Hey, you’re supposed to stay down,” I say, moving my hand to his neck and bringing him back down against the mattress. I can see Rurik smile as he closes his eyes, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction as I squeeze his neck with my slippery hand.
“I’m just getting comfortable,” I explain as I attempt to release the tension in his neck. “Don’t make too much out of it.”
Rurik lets out a chuckle from his throat, which then turns into a moan as I run my fingertips deep into the muscles connecting his head to his shoulders. There is a lot of tension there. A man like him must be stressed out a lot.
I move down over the muscles in his back, keeping close to his spine as I work out several knots. “You should really get your back massaged more often,” I say.
“I don’t have time,” he replies.
“You should make time,” I say as I press into a particularly stiff muscle.
“Well, I suppose you might be able to help me from now on,” he replies.
God, how I would love to, but that would have to be in another lifetime. In this one, I’m his prisoner, and he’s hiding his true intentions. In this lifetime, I’m going to escape from him and never have to see his handsome face and shimmering light-blue eyes again.
I have to pry my mind away from reality and stick to the fantasy for tonight. “I’m going to enjoy it. Maybe we could take turns,” I suggest.
“You’re comfortable with me touching you? Before you seemed quite disturbed by me,” he says.
I smile. It’s true that things have changed between us. Maybe it’s the hope of escape, or maybe I do really feel better around Rurik, but I’m not bothered by him touching me. In fact, I would delight my senses. I’m just a little afraid of how much I might enjoy it.
I move even lower down Rurik’s back, watching the oil change the reflectiveness of the surface as it finds new skin to soak into. I run my hand over a scar that runs deep across his lower back on the left side. “What’s this from?”
“The scar?”
“Yes.”
“I went through a broken window, but there was glass still stuck to the top. I didn’t see it because I was in a hurry and it nicked me,” he explains, his voice deep and husky.
“That’s more than a nick,” I reply, running my finger over the scar again. It’s about three inches long and protrudes from the skin significantly.
“It’s all part of the job,” he replies.
“Well, Mr. tough guy,” I say, a grin spreading across my face as I begin to work my hands into his lower back.
“Oh yes,” he groans as I hit a tender spot. “Could you go lower?”
“Lower?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. Any lower and I’ll be cupping his perfect butt cheeks in my hands, not that I would mind. His body is perfect.
“Yes, lower,” he says, bucking his hips to give me a bump with his ass.
I have to hold back a moan as he presses against my pussy. It’s completely unreasonable that I’m so turned on by this, but it is what it is. I’m not going to make a big deal about it because it doesn’t have to lead to anything.
I move my hands down to Rurik’s ass, pushing the crisp white sheets aside to reveal his powerful thighs. God, why does he have to be so beautiful? His thighs are so muscular and thick that I’m pretty sure that just one of them is thicker than my waist. I’m taken aback by his splendor, having to pause for a moment to marvel at his body before I start to touch him again.
“If you could get my thighs too, that would be great,” Rurik grumbles from the head of the bed.
I run my fingers down his ass, my mouth wide open as I examine his small butt. It’s adorable, and that’s not something I would ever expect to think about a man like Rurik. Normally, he’s anything but adorable.
I sink my fingers into the muscles in his thighs, curious about what he has between them. I can’t see much from this angle, but my pussy is making an absolute mess on the sheets as I think about how hard his cock must be from me touching him in this way. Do guys get erections from having their thighs massaged? I’m almost certain that they do.
I rub my hands up his thigh, pressing my thumbs into his balls from the back. He lets out a small moan as I push against them. I move my hands back, then come up again, sinking deeper in this time and really getting a feel for his balls. I like the way they feel against my skin.
“What are you doing?” Rurik asks as I do it again, lifting his head and looking back at me.
Blood rushes to my face as I sit naked on the bed, my hands gripping his thighs with my fingers brushing against his ball sack. “Nothing,” I say, looking down shamefully at what I’m doing.
“If you want to touch there, then you better do it completely,” Rurik says, lifting himself with his bulky arms and turning over.
I lean back and watch in awe as his cock springs out from its tight spot against the mattress and reveals itself to my curious soul. Rurik is huge, and that’s not an exaggeration. I’ve never seen a cock that big on a man before, and it’s very erect.
“Now massage my cock,” Rurik growls, sitting up and grabbing my hand tightly.
“What?” I ask, trying to play innocent as he jerks my hand toward his penis.
“Rub it, like this,” he says, placing my hand on his cock and moving it up and down his shaft slowly.
I instinctively close my finger around his veiny member as he leans back down. As I stroke his cock with my hand, his deep groans tell me that he’s enjoying it immensely. The dangerous part of all this is that so am I. I can barely keep my other hand off my pussy as I massage Rurik’s penis.
“Is that good?” I ask, my voice taking on a deep and sultry tone that I didn’t know I was even capable of. This isn’t an act anymore. I genuinely want to pleasure this man. What the hell is wrong with me?
My hand slinks down between my legs, and I start to rub myself as I take care of Rurik. I’m no longer able to contain the excitement that’s been brewing inside of me ever since Rurik first laid his hands upon me. This is it. This is the moment when all my willpower breaks.
Chapter Eighteen
Rurik lifts his head up again to see my face as I slow the gentle tu
gging I’m doing to his cock. He knows that I’m up to something else, and he wants to get a peek at it. I can already see the arrogant amusement spreading across his face.
I have my hand between my legs, rubbing my soaking pussy furiously, a buzzing pleasure building within my lower half. I’m embarrassed that I’m doing this, but I can’t stop. It feels too good, and I’m not used to going this long without release. Normally I masturbate every other day, but I haven’t gotten the chance to until now.
“You dirty girl,” Rurik says, his grin widening. “Playing with your pussy while you touch my cock.”
I nod, biting my lip and blushing harder as I continue to touch myself in front of him. I’m barely moving my hand on his penis anymore. I’m too wrapped up in my own pleasure.
“Come get on top, and let’s see what you can do,” he says, sitting up all the way and leaning over to grab me.
I finally take my hand off my clit so that I can position myself over his stiff manhood. It’s so thick and long that I’m a little concerned that I won’t be able to take it all. Thank god I’m on top. He probably would have plunged that monster deep inside of me on the first thrust if he was the one in control.
For a moment, it’s a balancing act as I rub the head of Rurik’s penis on the entrance of my pussy. Then, I squat down and sink slowly onto his masterpiece, stretching myself out so much that I wince from the sensation. It feels unreal.
I look down and notice that I’m only halfway down his cock. Fuck, it’s going to take a lot more to sink this man’s ship. I lean forward and look Rurik dead in his half-closed eyes as I let myself slide further down on his cock.
“Fuck, that’s huge,” I say, letting out a laugh as I come back up a bit.
“Take your time,” Rurik replies. “Your pussy is incredibly tight. God, it’s amazing.” He places his hands on my waist. They’re so large that they almost wrap around me entirely.
My juices are flowing in droplets down his shaft as I begin to move up and down on top of him. I lean forward more, allowing my breasts to fall toward his face. He lifts his head and takes one into his mouth, sending a bolt of excitement through me.
His hot tongue swirls over my firm nipple before he sucks it deeper into his mouth. I toss my head back, pushing my breasts into his face as he sucks on one of them. His hands become more forceful against my waist, pushing me down on his cock and stretching me to my absolute limit.
I feel like I’m going to climax already, and we’ve barely even begun. I’m captivated by the pleasure that surrounds me, like a hyper-dose of dopamine pumped straight into my brain. Any feeling of discomfort at Rurik’s size dissolve as my eyes roll back into my head, and I shudder on his cock.
Rurik continues to suck my nipple, now liftin his hips to fuck me as I climax around his stiff cock. I clench my pussy uncontrollably around him, moaning so loudly that I’m certain the guards outside can hear me.
Do you hear that? I’m keeping Rurik happy. I’m going to have him in my bed tonight, and there’s no way in hell he’s going to sleep on the couch downstairs. I’m going to enjoy every inch of his body before sunrise, and then I’m going to run far away from him, so I never have to deal with the consequences of what I’m doing.
“Oh. My. God,” I exclaim, punctuating every word with a gasp as the damn bursts inside me, and liquid ecstasy rushes through my veins. My whole body is in a different plane of existence as Rurik keeps up the steady pumping of his hips below me, rubbing the inside of my pussy with his large manhood.
Rurik’s head moves from my nipple at the same time he reaches his hand to my head, pulling me down toward him. His mouth opens as his lips press against mine, pushing his tongue between my teeth. I taste him as I climax, moaning into his mouth as he explores it with his tongue.
I want him to pump his sperm deep inside me, between my legs. I need to feel the heat and stickiness of his semen. What does it matter that I’m his captive and he’s a liar? I need him like I’ve never needed anything else before. This is it.
Waves of satisfaction roll through me, giving me goosebumps as I ride his cock on the plush bed. I can take him all the way to the hilt now, and he loves it.
Smack.
His hands land on my ass, a quick sting as they come down hard on my pale skin. He squeezes my flesh hard, greedily as he enjoys my wet pussy. This ride no longer belongs to me. He has flipped the dynamic, and he’s going to be the one doing the fucking now.
I arch my back as the pleasure continues to flow through my body. Rurik is pounding between my legs, aggressively kneading my ass cheeks like he owns me. He uses me like a toy, bouncing me on his cock so hard that I know I will barely be able to walk in the morning.
I look down at his face, contorted in a look of sheer determination as he uses my body to bring himself to climax. I feel like I’m falling in love with him, no matter how insane that might be, just because of the look on his handsome face. His eyebrows are deep over his eyes, and his cheeks are pink as he pants and pumps his cock as fast as he can.
“I’m going to fill your pussy with cum,” he growls. “You’re my whore now, Violet. You’re my little slut.”
I have never had a man use such language to me. Normally, it would shock me that someone would call me such things, but for him, I want it. I crave for him to use me like this. I don’t know why, but I want to be his to use, to pump his cum inside of, and to play with all night long. Maybe it’s the thrill of everything that has happened. Maybe I can’t think straight anymore. Maybe I’ve lost my damn mind, but I want him, even if it is only for tonight.
“I’m cumming,” Rurik groans, pulling my ass toward him as he raises his groin and shoots his seed inside of me.
He climaxes with such force that I can feel his sperm hitting the inside of my pussy, and his cock pulsating inside of me as he unloads everything into me. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of him cumming, the sound of his husky moans, and the way he grips my ass like he would die if he let go.
I rock back and forth on his cock, feeling every detail of it as he slows down and relaxes his grip on me. I come back down, letting my breasts hang toward his face and brush against his hairline. I place both of my hands on the headboard and stretch my spine as a shudder of relief moves through me.
I feel perfect at this moment, and I don’t want it to end. I want to sit on top of Rurik with his cock stuck way up in my pussy, stretching me out for an eternity. I let out a sigh as I sink down in this position, my body relaxing. Eventually, he will want me to get off, but for now, I’m going to stay this way and enjoy the feeling of his cock inside of me.
Chapter Nineteen
“I feel a little guilty for this,” Rurik admits as he stares into my eyes.
We’re laying sideways together in bed, facing each other as what we just did soaks in. I lift my hand and bring it to his face, feeling the stubble on his jawline ever so gently. “Why would you feel guilty?” I ask.
“I’m supposed to protect you, not make love to you,” he says.
“You can do both,” I reply, a smile spreading on my lips.
“I will have to do both, now that I know how amazing you are in bed.”
“Oh, shut up,” I say, slapping his face playfully. I’m unable to hide my smile as my teeth show. I’m just glad that the pinkness of my cheeks can be attributed to the sex and not the giddy excitement of the emotions I’m feeling toward Rurik.
God, this is so wrong. I’m much better than falling in love with a man over sex, but I must admit that the sex was too good not to feel something. I hope that it goes away in the morning. For now, however, it’s gripping my soul with joy.
“You’re beautiful, Violet,” Rurik says, gazing into my eyes. It’s as though his pupils are widening to swallow me whole. He’s pulling me in with the intoxicating splendor of his blue eyes.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I reply.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Rurik frowns.
“Aren’t you annoyed that I took you from your home? You seem to have accepted it a lot quicker than I thought you would.”
What he doesn’t know is that I haven’t accepted it at all. I don’t want to be trapped in a house in Southern California, even if I did get to ride his cock every night. I won’t let him know that, however.
I smile, hiding my true intentions behind it. “You’re just trying to do the right thing. It’s not your fault that they’re after me.”
They. I don’t even know who they are. I’m not sure I ever will because I’m almost certain they’re made up.
Rurik nods his head lightly, his eyelids half-closed. “I can only do my best to make you comfortable here. I can’t control who comes after you. I’m sorry that this has been so rough on you.”
He seems awfully sweet after I gave him my pussy. Do all men act this way? He was such a tight-ass before we made love, but now he’s like playdough in my hands. To be fair, he probably doesn’t think I have a way to escape, and I wouldn’t have, had it not been for outside intervention.
“I’m going to do what I have to do to stay safe, but I’d like you to tell me more about who is after me,” I say.
“In the morning,” Rurik says. “In the morning, I will tell you everything. We’ll be on our way to another location, and I can give you more information then.”
Of course, it’s in the morning. It’s never now, and why is that? It’s because he’s lying to me. I can see through his story like glass. Even with the way I feel about him now, I can’t excuse that kind of behavior. It’s not respectful, nor is it fair. It’s not what my father would have wanted.
I gaze into Rurik’s eyes as his eyelids close. I wish that he could have been a different man and that we could have met under different circumstances. Life is cruel that way, but this is how it’s going to be. I must accept that and move forward with my escape. I can only hope I’m safer in the hands of the guard than I am with Rurik.