Page 52 of The Seller

He pulls all the way out and then drives back in, spearing into my ass, slapping my pussy with his palm, punishing and fucking me. His other hand claps down over my mouth, muffling my screams, keeping the other guests from hearing how I am being thoroughly ravaged by this man who has not just called my bluff, but absolutely destroyed it.

“Fuck… fuck….”

I start to lose my mind, every part of my body responding to his dominant claim. His cock is making meat of me, turning my flesh into a thing of feeling. Nothing matters anymore. Not what happened in the past, not what will happen in the present. Nothing exists except what is happening in this very moment, his hot, powerful body thrusting into mine until we both scream with tormented release.

He pulls his dick free and fists it, letting the last splashes of his cum land on my newly shaved, freshly spanked pussy, thick white seed covering my clit. He reaches down with his other hand and rubs it into my clit with his thumb, forcing multiple orgasms from my shuddering flesh, until my cries cannot be contained. My body writhes out of control and I flop to the side, my hand between my thighs to protect my ravaged cunt while his cum seeps out of my asshole.

He’s still capable of overpowering me.

He’s still able to turn my body against me.

He’s still in control.

“When will you go?”

“What?” He looks at me, confused. The question seems to come from nowhere, but it comes from my deepest fear.

“When are you going to go and leave me? When are you going to find someone else?”

“Someone else? What are you talking about?”

“There’s always someone else for you, Stavros. I know. You sell girls. You get a girl, you turn her into something new, you save her from herself, and then you sell her and you find someone else.”

He lays down with me, cuddling me close, reassuring me with his touch even before telling me what I need to hear.

“There’s nobody else. I’m going to be here for you, Siri,” he murmurs in my ear. “You’re my girl. Whether you want me to be or not. Whether I’m near, or far. And you can make up your own mind what you want me to be for you, but I promise, as long as I’m breathing, you’re going to have me.”

“Right…”

Why can’t I believe him? Will I ever be able to trust anyone? Am I so broken that even now, after everything, I still think I’m inherently alone?

“Siri…” he fists his hand in my hair and pulls me toward him. It would be a rough way of handling me if I didn’t love it. He holds me there, that grip still strong in my hair, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re always going to be mine. Whether you’re right here with me, or across the other side of the world. I am never, ever letting you go.”

“But you said, if I don’t want you…”

“I’m not going to be like your father was, or that sick fuck who got what was coming to him. I want you to feel like you have a choice with me.”

“I don’t want a choice with you.” I whisper. “I already chose you.”

His expression softens. “You haven’t had a chance to choose, Siri. But you know what? You choose me today, and that’s enough.” His mouth descends on mine in a passionate kiss, the kind of kiss I can lose myself in because this is the closest thing to love I have ever felt in my life. He’s dark, he’s twisted, his care comes with a natural dominance he will never shed, and I don’t want him to. As for me, I don’t know what my love means. I’ve never been loved before. And that means I’ve never really given love before either. I am more lost and confused now than I was in his basement. I was comfortable with the lies between us. I knew how to be a pretend person, but now Stavros is forcing me to be real, and that reality is more powerful and more terrifying than anything.

“I need you inside me.”

Again.

I have to have him again. Not in my ass. In my pussy. The place where a man and a woman connect completely.

Stavros leaves me just long enough to get up and clean himself off from the anal ravaging he just unleashed on me. Then he is back, cock hard, eyes intense with desire and he is over me, claiming me. When he finally sinks himself inside my sex I let out a cry of pure relief.

This is what I needed, to be joined with this ruthless man, whose past cannot ever be forgiven but might maybe be transformed by what we both do in the future. He kisses me over and over, lets me feel the force of his love, his hips rolling sinuously to make his cock find every part of my pussy. I am full of him. I am taken. I am loved. I am home. I might never understand what it is that binds us, but when we are together, we ignite.

Our lovemaking becomes rougher, more aggressive, and it’s not just Stavros who pushes the limits of physicality. He can pin me down and fuck me, but I can reach out for him and draw my nails down his shoulders and chest. I can mark him. I can put my ownership on him just as he does in me, his cock surging with powerful strokes inside the wet channel of my fucking core, taking me with that practiced prowess which comes from decades of sin.

He is not a good man. I am not a nice girl. I am damaged, and I am cold. I am terrified of closeness and connection, but I relish antagonism and the rough play of our intense sexual connection. Stavros and I fit in that way, two broken edges which become whole when pressed together.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growls.

“And you’re mine,” I snarl right back. “I’ll own you every bit as much as you own me.”

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