Page 39 of Arseni

When his fingers move to rub my clit, I suck in a gasp.

“I just want this,” he whispers, grabbing me tightly again before rubbing.

“Aren’t you angry about your hand?”I speak with as strong a tone as I can manage.I want to sound as indifferent as he did, but I don’t quite manage.His rubbing makes my pitch too high.

When he removes his touch, I think maybe heisangry.Maybe I shouldn’t have reminded him.But then he pulls off his shirt and takes my cuffed hands.His palm flattens mine against his chest as he leans to whisper in my ear again.“Feel.”

My hands move across his chest at his insistence, feeling my way over a valley of scars.Some are lines, some are rough patches, all hold a story.It makes me think of my dream, of licking my way across them.

“I’ve been a prisoner too.”He kisses my ear.“My captors weren’t as nice as I am.”

“Should I be grateful?”My voice is small and not as sarcastic as I mean for it to be.

He pulls back to show me his face.It’s as boyish now as it was when he was seventeen, but his eyes look aged beyond his years.He isn’t the same person he was then, and it’s insane that I just now am seeing that.

He’s Arseni.He’s … deviant, playful, handsome,toohandsome.But he’s harder now.And vengeful.The scars my fingers dance across hold so many sources of anger, I finally start to understand that it isn’t just me he’s angry with.Maybe it isn’t me at all.

“You shouldn’t be grateful… You should be relieved.You can’t hurt me, Margot.Nobody can.I’m not gonna punish you for trying.”

Rising to his knees, he unbuckles his belt while I steel myself beneath him.

“Do you think this isn’t hurting me?”

He meets my eyes, full, glistening lips parting.“No.”He tucks his hand inside his pants to rub.“I think this is your dirtiest fantasy.”

Still stroking himself, he nudges my legs apart with his knees and lays his face at my opening.I look up at the stars when he lifts my skirt up and runs his hand over my wet flesh at the same pace he pleasures himself.“I think you fake your moans with that old fuck from your office, and when he leaves you full of cum, you touch yourself while thinking of a guy like me.”

“A guy like you?”I ask, my pitch high with fright.Not at what he’ll do to me, but at what he might discover.What he might already know.The secrets he’s uncovered between when I saw him earlier and now.

He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then drags his bottom lip up before kissing me again, higher this time.“A guy who knows how to touch you.”

With his free hand, he presses against my leg to open me wider for him.I hold my breath when his tongue slides up my slit.“A guy who knows how tolickyou.”He licks me again, long and slow while my hips lift ever so slightly, giving away everything he’s accused me of.

“Andsuckyou.”His lips curve around my clit in a kiss before he sucks, just as promised.I can’t help the cry that escapes, my bound hands lifting above my head until I’m tugging perfectly trimmed grass from the lawn.

I want to tell him to stop.I want tolie.Tell him he’s wrong, that I’m not attracted to him, that Icouldn’tbe attracted to him.That everything he does repulses me.That his stupid, cocky, radiant fucking face doesn’t turn me on when he’s between my thighs like this.

I wish that my sex life had been fulfilled before this.Maybe then when he fits two fingers inside me, I wouldn’t moan.My back wouldn’t arch, and my heels wouldn’t grind into the earth.

I wouldn’t want this so much.

My lips part with a gasp as he fucks me with his fingers, his tongue flicking across my clit.Every glide of his tongue is so controlled, every thrust of his fingers smooth.I hate it.It makes me feel like I’m the desperate one, squirming beneath his delicious touch.

It isn’t long before he takes my hands and walks me to the ledge, just as he did the night he came to my office.Only this time, he doesn’t hesitate to drop me.

I cry out a high-pitched, elongated “ahhh,” my shoulders digging into the ground as my body bows.My world feels like it shatters, making everything fade for a few fleeting moments.It’s bliss.I wish it didn’t have to end.

When Arseni pulls his mouth away, I roll my head to take in the pit bull, his tongue hanging out as he happily pants a foot from my face.

“Come here,” Arseni says, gently taking my arms to guide me to sitting.I just blink when he pulls his cock from his pants and strokes it an inch from my face.I should pull away, but I can’t.My eyes are glued to the light sheen of cum on the tip reflecting the moonlight.Arseni pumps faster, his hand threading into my hair to hold me close.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, spreading his precum over my lips.My tongue catches a taste, and I close my eyes to it.

“Open,” he orders more forcefully as he takes my jaw and squeezes.

I don’t fight as hard as I want when his fingers digging into my jaw pry it open, and I suck in a sharp breath through my nose when he pushes inside.Salty, warm goo fills my mouth as he groans, holding my head close while he finds his release.I swallow some of the cum and let the rest ooze around his cock, spilling down my chin.

His eyes look lost in desire as he pulls out of me and examines the leftover droppings.When I go to wipe it away, he guides my hand to my side.

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