Page 29 of Bratva's Secret Girl

She’s insanely tight and god but it feels so good, and I’m a bastard, because I want her so much, but this is causing her pain while it’s pure pleasure for me.

“More, Maxim. I need it. Please.” The last word emerges as a sob, and she tugs on my shoulders, then seeming to realise that isn’t exactly the place, ventures her hands lower on my sides.

“Count them for me, malishka,” I breathe as I push into her with aching slowness until the whole tip is inside her and the top barbells push against her entrance. It’s heaven. Tight and wet and hot. But she’s so tiny, I know that this will tug on each and every barbell hard enough to lace pain through the pleasure, and I’m glad. “Feel that first one?”

“Yes!” She’s trembling beneath me. “Give it to me, Maxim. I want all of you.”

“One,” I whisper and push past the block. Then it’s me who is shaking, because the way her virgin cunt grips my tip and the piercing is the edge of the most delicious sharpness, like she’s devouring me as much as I’m splitting her open.

Looking down into her beautiful face, I still. Her blue eyes gaze up at me, full of awe, and she gives me a little nod. There’s no need for more than that, and I flex my hips, sinking another inch. It’s the same knife edge for both of us as I see the flare of pain in her as I feel it in my cock, before it’s just snug, slick heat for me, and fighting for control.

“Two.” I lean down and kiss her mouth softly.

She tilts her hips, and I’m not ready for the ecstasy as she takes my third bar more easily and I groan. I never imagined I’d ever find someone I wanted to have sex with after I had these piercings. They heighten every sensation to a vulnerable peak despite their brutal appearance. But with Hayley, I’d peel off my skin and tear apart my soul to show her anything.

“Three,” she pants out. “Oh Maxim. Please.” She writhes, and that’s when a fear I hadn’t realised I’d been holding finally melts away.

“Be my good girl and take it all.” I kiss her, my lips deceptively gentle as I invade her. She can take it. “Four.” She gasps. “My brave girl. That’s five.” This will break me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. Moisture spills out of her, evidence of how she needs this as much as I do. “Six,” I murmur slowly as the bars get swallowed up by her perfect body.

“All the way.” She wriggles her arms out from the cage of mine, and combs her finger through my hair. “I want to be as close to you as possible.”

I groan, my soul in my mouth as I finally seat myself fully in her.

I’m devastated. I don’t move, just relishing how right it feels to be joined with her. Pressing my forehead to hers, I hold still to allow her to get used to me. Her pussy flutters around my length.

“This is where I’ve always wanted to be, sweetheart.” I kiss her mouth gently. As tenderly as she deserves while she takes deep breaths.

I stroke her hair, the silk of it so beautiful and unlike anything I’ve ever touched. Even as my cock is lodged inside her, in the perfection of her taking me entirely, I’m discovering details in her other beauty I hadn’t expected.

“I missed you so much,” she whispers back, and of course that makes no sense because this is our first time. But I know exactly what she means. I feel the same. Like we were meant to be together and were incomplete without each other.

“I love you,” I reply amongst tender kisses and licks. I haven’t forgotten her clit, my thumb circling it.

Desire swells in me, the need building. But I remain still. Her servant, in this and all things.

Then, finally, she shifts her hips experimentally. “You’re big. Overwhelming. Like you’re remaking me. Give me more.”

I withdraw just an inch, gritting my teeth at the way her soaking wet heat grips me, then sink back into heaven.

“Such a good girl. I love you, malishka,” I murmur, the words in my head and out of my mouth before I can stop them. “This is like the pleasure is from my heart, not my cock.”

“Maxim.” Her lips are on my neck, then kissing the sensitive skin at my ear. “Stop holding back. I can take it.”

I drag my cock out of her, each ball on all seven piercings tugging at her tight entrance as they go past, and she’s released enough that it’s only the rawest bliss.

Giving in makes the base of my spine tingle as I slide back home. She’s soaking and there’s no effort, no friction. Just her softness and gasp as I’m balls-deep with a shuddering sigh.

15

HAYLEY

“Again,” I whimper, and he obeys.

It does hurt. I can’t pretend there isn’t an edge of pain, but I really, really love it.

The stab of each of the metal balls as he pushes into me over and over is like a hair tug or nails on my arm. It heightens the throb of my clit, and makes me tingle all over.

I’m helpless to do anything but moan and whimper and take every inch of him as he slides in and out of me. But I’m kissing him with more enthusiasm than skill, slopping and loving, teeth and tongue, my fingers in the soft black curls on his head.