Page 90 of Devious Madness

“Rurik, I…I’ve never–”

“Every part of you is mine, Mira. Memorize that fact.” He emphasizes his words by shoving his thumb into me, and I cry out.

The burn is overpowering at first, but then he begins to move his finger. Wiggling and bending it, softening the muscle.

“The more you clench, the harder it is.” He fucks my pussy with slow, shallow thrusts.

Sensations blur together, and I can only whimper when he inserts a second finger.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He mutters, making his thrusts deeper into my pussy. “It’s a beautiful sight, watching my fingers and my cock sucked into your body like this.”

I moan, trying to roll my face into the mattress, but he’s holding my neck too tight.

“Such a good girl, holding yourself open for me.” His words fuck my soul. “Do you want to come tonight?”

“Rurik. Haven’t I been through enough already?”

“Answer me or you get nothing.” He stills all motion.

“Yes.” I try to push back at him, but he squeezes my neck tighter. It’s a warning—disobedience will be punished.

“Yes, what?” He shoves his fingers further into my ass, stretching me further.

Tears spring to my eyes.

“Yes, I want to come.”

“Beg for it. Convince me you’ll be my good girl from now on.” He curls his fingers inside of me while thrusting hard with his cock.

It’s too much sensation all at once, and my mind blanks.

“You’re not being a good girl right now.” The warning in his voice is enough to clear some of the fog away.

“Please, Rurik.” I arch my back, taking his cock as he makes longer thrusts. “I’ll behave. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

“You’ll obey?”

My eyes roll as he twists his fingers. A new sensation shoots through my body, straight to my clit.

“Yes. I’ll obey! I promise…oh god…please don’t stop.” My nails dig into my cheeks, trying to hold them open while he continues to pummel into me. “I need…please, Rurik, I need to touch myself. Please?”

“You want to play with your clit so you can come?” He spreads his fingers inside of me, and I jerk forward.

“Yes. Please! I promise, I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl. Please.” I would promise this man my first-born child if he would only help alleviate the pressure building in my body.

“Touch your clit,” he orders, and like the obedient girl I promised to be, I bring my hand in front of my body and slide it between my legs.

“Oh god!” I buck back at him as my fingers rub into my clit. I’m soaked and swollen and tender and desperate for release. “Please, Rurik. Please let me come.”

He keeps silent, fucking me harder and harder.

“Please!” I scream until my throat burns it. My orgasm hangs on the edge, ready to blow me up, but until he gives the word, I won’t.

I can’t.

“Rurik, please, I need to come. Please.” I’m aware of thewhine in my voice, but I don’t care. Getting his permission is the only thing that matters now.

He releases my neck and grabs my hip.

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