Page 32 of Ruinous Need

LISETTE

VIKTOR HAS MADE it his mission to get me pregnant.

It’s the only explanation for why he keeps me stuffed with his cum with a plug in my pussy all day long, and why I catch him stroking my lower stomach after every session as though he’s thinking about what I would look like pregnant.

Since our conversation last week, where I told him I wasn’t on birth control, he’s been determined.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a turn-on. But with endometriosis, it’s unlikely. “I’m not complaining, Viktor, but I just don’t want you to get your hopes up. I try not to even dream about having children because it might not be possible for me.”

He doesn’t even pause as he takes his shirt off to show his abs. I reach out a hand to feel the hard ridges of his muscles as he pushes me onto the bed.

“Breeding is about dominating you. It turns me on that there’s even a slim chance you could carry my baby, Lisette. Whether you get pregnant or not… It’s about claiming you. I want you to have me dripping out of you all day.”

“Well, you definitely have been,” I giggle. The evidence is right between my legs, coating my inner thighs and ruining yet another pair of panties.

He yanks my panties down to my knees and stares at my cunt.

“You’re swollen shut.” He lets out a groan, crawling onto the bed to get closer, his naked cock pressing against my thigh.“Oh God, baby, does it hurt?”

I whimper as he gently opens my thighs to take a look. It does hurt. But at the same time, I crave Viktor inside me.

Just as relentless and powerful and rough as he normally is.

“Fuck.” He lets out a satisfied sigh, dipping one finger inside me. “Such a good girl. So tight that you held my cum inside you all day long. Let’s get you cleaned up so we can do it all over again.”

He cradles me in his arms and brings me to the bathroom, where he runs a hot shower. He washes me all over, starting an ache between my thighs as he palms my breasts and presses himself against my ass.

I can’t ignore his delicious erection, which throbs the more he touches me.

I kneel under the hot water and take him in my mouth.

“Easy, easy,” he hisses as I take him right to the back of my throat and bob my head, swirling my tongue around him.The masculine taste of Viktor on my tongue is delicious.

I can see the precise moment that he gets close to the edge. He braces against the wall as he fucks my face. I watch the tension pass from his face down to his muscled torso.

I enjoy these moments where I get to make him lose control, instead of the other way around.

“I want to fill up that pretty cunt, not your throat.” He slides out of my throat and strokes my drool across my face. “You’re such a good girl getting on your knees for me, when I know that pussy is begging to be bred.”

He towels me off gently and carries me into the bedroom, where he has restraints set up already.

Sometimes I feel so inexperienced next to him. He’s a full decade older than me. I had never even dreamed about bondage before he showed me what it could feel like.

“Viktor,” I pause him with a hand on his chest as he lays me down on the bed. “I have to ask, is this normal for you?”

“It’s become my favorite part of every day.”

“But, with other women…”

“Never like this, Lisette. The ropes? Yes.” He affixes the spreader bar’s cuffs to my ankles, spreading my legs open so he can ravage my pussy with no resistance. “That’s been a desire of mine for a long time. And the need for domination is a part of me too.”

“You are a control freak,” I joke as he checks my legs are secured to the bar.

“I know.” A rare grin steals across his face as I look up at him.“But this need to fill you up? That’s new to me as well.” He strokes his hand lightly along my belly. “I think it’s all you, Lisette. You make me want… forever.”

I relax as soon as he says it. “I like it when you talk about it like that.” Being the one who brings out this obsession in him makes me feel special.

He chuckles as he ties my hands together above my head.

“Feeling possessive? There’s only one person I want to put a baby inside and she’s right here.” He runs his hand down my neck, over my collarbones and tweaks my nipples, pulling them up towards the ceiling and forcing me to arch my back to relieve the tension.

He brings his hand between my legs and starts to stroke my clit. He circles it gently, then dips his finger inside me, spreading my juices until I’m a sopping mess begging for his cock.

Sometimes, when I’m restrained like this, it aches so much that I can’t get completion until he wants me to have it.

“Please, Viktor,” I cry out as he continues toying with me.

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please fuck me until I’m full of your cum.”

“And what’s that called?” He arches an eyebrow as he slides his finger inside me. I lift my hips in vain.

“Breed me. Please.” My breath hitches as he removes his hand.

Now he leans over me, propping himself up on his corded forearms and rubbing his cock against my slit.

“Mmm. Since you asked so politely.”

He plunges into me at the exact second that he cuts off my airflow and my body goes rigid with pleasure.

Fuck yes.

Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes I whimper and he asks roughly in my ear, “But, you love it like this, don’t you?” I nod furiously in agreement.

No matter how overwhelming it is to take Viktor’s cock inside me, again and again, I don’t want him to stop.

I love the look of untethered pride on his face at the end, when he unties me, and he inspects how messy he’s made me. Sometimes he plugs his cum inside me. Other times he just leaves his cock inside me while I fall asleep, waking me up when he’s hard again.

I don’t let myself hope that he’ll actually get me pregnant. But I do imagine him as a father, a toddler on his shoulders, how it would bring out that infectious smile more often. How maybe it would prove to him that he’s not the monster he thinks he is.