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“Grab my cock,” he commands, his hand moving my hair over my shoulder. It’s too thin and has no body, but I like that he likes it down. My scalp tingles while he combs his fingers through it, but then stings as he yanks, not enough to really hurt, just enough to get my attention.

I tuck my hand inside his boxers to grip him and squeeze when he jumps in my grasp. He pushes his pants down and lowers to breathe in my ear. “Stroke me.”

I obey instantly, his quick breaths egging me on as I stroke him until my forearm burns.

“ Faster .”

Sucking in a sharp breath, I hurry to obey, pumping him with the same speed as I’d rub myself. A moan escapes my mouth just from the energy in the room and my greedy core. I use my other hand to work my clit at the same time I stroke Arseni.

My lips are parted with tiny moans, so when Arseni fits his mouth over mine, he has no struggle gliding his tongue inside. I match his intensity, kissing him back, only hitching when he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me down with him.

I shift on my knees until my needy hole finds his cock. Finally, our kiss breaks with his groan as I lower myself onto him, clenching to the deliciousness of my walls filling.

I needed this.

This thought plays through my mind as I grind my hips. The friction his cock makes is like a smooth caress and a tight pair of arms hugging me that feel so good I could cry. I needed this. He wanted this.

“Just like that,” he coos, holding my hips with wide-splayed hands.

His approval makes me hold my rhythm, the spot I hit, hold everything.

It hits me just how hard I want to please him, and I try not to think about how pathetic that might be.

I just keep reminding myself that this is okay, that I need this, over and over until the thought no longer seems required.

I gasp when Arseni squeezes my breasts and lifts himself to suck my nipples. I was already so wound up when I climbed on top of him that the extra stimulation shoves me over the edge. My mouth opens in a loud moan as I slowly roll on top of him, pleasure shooting up my spine and squeezing my core.

I slap my hands down on Arseni’s abs and dig my fingers into the tight bundles of muscle.

“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, rubbing my thighs. He waits until the waves of my orgasm recede to roll me to my side.

Hurrying onto his knees, he flips me on my stomach and drags my hips up to his cock. I’m still shifting my knees when he impales me.

“Uhh,” I cry out, running my hands along cushioned metal rings in the old mattress until my arms are fully stretched in front of me. Arseni slaps my ass as his cock massages against my G-spot and makes me mewl.

“Tell me you like this,” he commands while he fucks me, gripping my ass until it stings.

I don’t hesitate. “I like it.”

“Louder.” His pace quickens.

I let out a cry before turning my head to the side and sucking air into my lungs. “I like it.”

“That’s not good enough, baby. Come on.” He spanks me again, hard enough that my body jerks.

I bite my lip and clench my eyes at the forceful thrusts of his hips, the needy way he palms me. His desire is so expressive, so uncontrolled. I can’t say what it does to me because it’s hard to put into words.

“I love your cock, Daddy,” I yell, giving him what he really wants.

He digs his hands into my hips while he ruts into me, even harder, even faster. “Holy fuck,” he groans, little grunts escaping him.

It’s seconds before he slams into me with two hard, emptying thrusts, a guttural, animalistic growl ripping up his chest. His grip on my hips bruises.

When his hold finally relaxes, he nudges me forward and lays down beside me. I crawl onto his chest while he stares up at the ceiling.

“That was amazing,” I say through pants, my lips curving into a smile despite all the odds.

To the world, I’m a monster. But here, in this dark, gloomy torture chamber, for just a moment , I’m okay.

I crane my neck to look at him when he doesn’t respond. His face is blank, his hand lightly draped around me.

My smile falls along with my stomach, and for a solid second, I wonder if I imagined everything that just happened. If he wasn’t as palpably lustful as I thought.

But no, I remember well. It was incredible. For both of us.

“Is—is everything okay?”

Seconds pass. Without looking at me, Arseni nudges me off him and untangles himself from the chain caging his shins.

I sit up as he dresses, tucking my legs beneath me and crossing my arms over my chest. My face is hotter, hotter than it was when I was inflamed by his desire.

Once his shirt is over his head, he tugs it straight and speaks to the wall. “Tomorrow night, you’re going to be the entertainment at my boss’s party… Try to fuck just like that. You might enjoy it.”

He leaves me like that, and I just let him. Shock numbs my face, my tongue, my throat until I can’t even think of speaking.

When the basement door closes, so does the door to my heart. I’ve never felt so stupid for letting a person in.