Page 81 of Jewel of the Assassin
“Yes, fuck,” he purrs darkly, tracing a finger along my folds. “Never saw a sight more gorgeous. Such pretty, inflamedlabia. Your muscles, so strong as you hold the bottle. Hmm…I wonder how long you can hold it,” he muses.
I whimper, already predicting what’s about to happen.
“I’m going to remove my hand now, Valentina. And you are going to clench around that bottle. You will keep it there like the dirty girl you are while I spank your bottom and prepare you for my cock. Unlike you, naughty zhena, I didn’t jack off once during my absence.”
“Where were you?”
“New assignment. New contract. Nothing you need to know right now. All you need to know is how long you can hold the bottle, how long you can please me.”
Crack!
I sob as he brings a larger bottle down hard on my ass. He smiles at the blooming red mark. Clenching harder than ever, I struggle to hold on. He keeps striking, hitting every part of my bottom with the frozen glass until it’s red and sore. I clench stronger, tighter. The bottle slipped a little, and it’s a miracle I’ve kept it here, especially with how soaked I am.
“God, you are a true gem,” he says, rubbing my ass.
He grinds his cock against my ass. It’s so hard and thick, and it has to be ten inches by now, proof of his arousal…and his control. His praise makes me feel proud. And knowing how he gets off on my submission, because he sees me as his equal.
I feel him spread my cheeks before he rubs the fluid onto my anal ring. “Nooooo!” I cry out from the sting.
“Yes.”
Ohmygodohmygod, he plunges the lip of the bottle right into my quivering sphincter. I can’t do it. I can’t hold on anymore.
The other bottle drops from my pussy.
“You did well, Moya Koroleva,” he assures me, patting my reddened bottom. “Now, take it. Take it in the ass and fuck it like the filthy slut you are.”
“Mmm, with all due respect, you are onesick bastard, my Master,” I moan as he begins to pump it in and out with care and control.
He pauses. “I’ll forgive that trespass, Valentina. I approve of your courteous language. It is fitting for a queen.”
He does this because he knows I’m strong enough. And fuck it all if it doesn’t result in the best orgasms I’ve ever had.
So, as he pushes the bottle in and out, I snap my hips back, timing my thrusts to his, wanting to please him more.
My breaths quicken as he cups my mound. “Da, Moy Samotsvet.What a pretty slut you are for me. Gorgeous, little whore fucking this vodka bottle, taking it in any hole you can get.” The crown of his throbbing shaft rubs the back of my thigh, slick with fluids. “You want this cock, Valentina? Want this big, fat dick inside that soaked cunt?”
Finally, I lose it. I’ve had enough. Too much buildup. Too much pressure. I nearly choke from the bittersweet torture. So, I throw my head back. The tie slips, and I glare at him, expression burning. Like a goddamn empress. “Roman, you motherfucking asshole, put it in me now!”
He grins, ravenous. I hiss when he tips the bottle up, leaving the neck inside my ass, positions his cock at my entrance, then shoves hard into me.
“Ahhhhgoddamnyou!” I scream from the dual pressure.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You are where sinful hell and seventh heaven touch in a storm, Valentina.”
I writhe. Coiling my hair around his fist, Roman forces my back to arch until I’m nearly upright. I can’t touch the ground, but he’s giving me no control. With the one firm grip on my hair and his other on the back of my shoulder, my husband fucks me with the force of a steel driver. I’m not petite, but it feels like he’s fucking rag-dolling me.
Slow but deep, pointed thrusts. So hard, my breasts bounce. So hard, his heavy balls slap against my clit. So hard, he’s driving the bottle neck deeper into my ass until I feel the edge of the broader part.
“Gavno,” he curses in Russian, pausing to groan as he lowers his head, flaring his nostrils. He’s breathing in the scent of my hair. “You rub that pretty pussy for me, Valentina. Rub your swollen little clit.”
Noticing the fallen object to left, I reach with trembling hands until I grab the narrow bottle, still wet with my fluids.
“Da, my sweet Koroleva, taking her pleasure.”
I rub the cold neck against my burning clit. It’s so sore and inflamed, it feels like heaven! “Ro-Roman,” my voice cracks.
“Come anytime you desire, My Jewel.”
