Page 29 of Silken Chains
“Stay here, Laura.” He’s got this cooing tone now, like he’s trying to calm a spooked animal. Weirdly, it’s working. I’m feeling this odd sense of safety, even though everything inside me screams that I shouldn’t.
Part of me wants to argue, to yell at him or throw my handbag at his too-perfect face.
But this is my fault—going out, wearing that dress, kissing this guy who screams “bad news” in every possible way.
“Stupid. I am just—” I start.
“Horny and lonely,” he interjects, cutting me off. “And now, a little scared. It happens.”
My eyes might be rolling in irritation, but I can’t ignore the sight of Victor’s erect, dripping cock on full display.
When did he strip off his pants? How is he rock-hard again?
Damn! Focus, Laura.
“I… I’ll need to clean up.” I push these thoughts away, standing up abruptly to stride into the bathroom. I dart past him before my body has a chance to betray me again.
Slipping into the bathroom, I’m hit by the sheer luxury of it.
The full-length mirror throws back my reflection, and there it is—a mark, bold as sin, on my breast, a souvenir from Victor’s fervent grip. My eyes flicker upwards, catching sight of a chandelier lamp throwing soft light across the room, lavish and totally over-the-top.
Who the hell is this guy?
Can’t think because I’m beyond exhausted at this point; all I want to do is pass out right here.
Setting my feet on the cool, luxurious tiles, I flick on the shower. Instantly, a rush of warm water envelops me. The water beads on my hard nipples, a sharp reminder of what just went down. I can’t help but catch my blurry reflection in the mirror, covered in suds, looking back at a woman I barely recognize—one who’s just had the most mind-blowing sex of her life. Was I really that desperate, that needy? But something about him makes me feel like a horny teenager.
I run my hands over my body, washing away the evidence, lingering a moment too long between my legs.
The reality of it all hits me again—I let this happen, with a stranger, no less.
A guy I’ll probably never see again. A mix of regret and satisfaction washes over me, just like the shower’s spray. I close my eyes.
Then, out of nowhere, I sense it—this overwhelming masculine energy closing in on me. It’s unmistakable, raw, and powerful. I feel Victor’s looming presence behind me. His big, intimidating body towers over mine.
“Fuck, Victor,” I gasp, still caught off guard by his boldness. “Can I have some privacy?”
Ignoring my protest, he presses himself against me. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as his large hands wrap around me, trapping me in his grasp. His hard length throbs upward, so long and thick that it reaches the small of my back.
Why the hell does this drive me crazy?
Lowering his head, he whispers in my ear. “Let me show you,” he growls, pressing his fingers against mine to my throbbing clit. His fingers take control, rubbing in circles, faster and harder until I feel like I might explode. Then he plunges one of his fingers into me alongside mine, intensifying the pleasure beyond anything I could have imagined or experienced.
“Oh… my God,” I moan, leaning back against his broad chest as he continues to expertly guide my hand.
“You can take it,” he insists, his hot breath tickling my ear.
“God, Victor,” I whimper weakly. He lifts my chin with his fingers and crashes his lips onto mine. Water drips down his muscular back as our kiss intensifies, his hand gliding down and expertly fondling and tickling my nipple, driving me wild as I pound on his strong fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, feeling my body tense and spasm under his skilled touch. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers hoarsely.
“I can’t… I can’t take it.” I gasp as Victor’s lips muffle my cries of pleasure.
“Yes,” Victor taunts, his fingers moving in and out of me with a brutal speed and force. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes… fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.” I moan uncontrollably, completely lost in the ecstasy as he relentlessly finger-fucks me. “Yes… yes, oh God,” I cry out in pleasure. “You’re going to make me come again,” I choke out, barely able to form coherent words as he groans in response.
“Come for me, Laura.”
