Page 90 of Silken Chains
He stays quiet.
I feel the bed dip under his weight as he climbs in. I sense his entire body charged with an electric current that sends sparks shooting through me. My heart races as he hovers over me.
“I wanted you to stay, just stay with me…” I blurt out, surprised at my own words.
“I’m here now kiska,” he murmurs, his voice deep and low, his lips curl into a sinister smile, his eyes blazing with an intense hunger.
Trembling with anticipation, I reach out to touch him but stop when he leans over me, planting a hand by my head and gripping my neck. His fingers wrap tightly around my throat. I gasp for air, the pressure of his grip both exhilarating and terrifying.
His other hand grips my breast, sending waves of pain and pleasure coursing through me. His fingers twist and squeeze my aching nipple.
“Oh, God!”
“Oh, my God!”
“Yes…Victor.”
Every nerve in my body is alight as I struggle between wanting to break free and surrendering to his dominance.
His hands glide down my body, tracing a path to my belly button before spreading my legs wide open and sliding my panties aside. My heart races with excitement and anticipation as he plunges his fingers into my soaking wet pussy.
I never thought I’d get turned on by such a dangerous and forbidden situation, but the thrill only adds to the intensity. My hand instinctively reaches for his throbbing cock. It’s too big for my fingers to fully encircle, but I grip it tightly and eagerly stroke it as our bodies move in perfect rhythm.
“Fuck,” he groans with primal need, “you’re so fucking wet for me, kiska.”
“Ahh… you are insatiable.” I lick my lips greedily as I continue to stroke him, feeling his hardened length pulsating beneath my touch. My breath quickens, and my heart races as I succumb to the primal desire coursing through my veins. My stroke grows more desperate as he lets out a growl, sounding almost like an animal.
His fingers curl deeper and harder inside me, driving me wild with desire and ecstasy. A sharp gasp escapes my lips as I’m overwhelmed with pleasure, followed by a desperate moan that echoes through the room. I curse under my breath, unable to contain the overwhelming rush of passion coursing through my body.
“More,” I beg breathlessly, unable to hold back any longer as the intensity continues to build. My body trembles with anticipation and longing for what’s to come next.
His rough fingers, slick with my arousal, slide effortlessly over my throbbing clit. I moan in pleasure as he teases me through the fabric of my damp panties.
“You like that, don’t you, kiska?” he growls in my ear.
Before I can respond, his lips crash onto mine, hungrily devouring me. I greedily taste him as he nibbles on my lip, his hands roaming over my body and setting every nerve alight.
With one swift movement, he removes my panties, and my robe falls to the floor. His hands are rough and demanding as they roam all over my exposed skin. He bites down on each of my nipples, sending waves of pleasurable pain through my body.
“Spread your legs for me,” he demands, and I eagerly comply. “Let me fuck you,” he grunts in a low voice. “I’ll fuck you hard.”
I nod desperately, unable to form words as he enters me with force.
With a fierce grunt, he thrusts into me, gripping my breasts in his hands and using them as leverage. His movements are wild and unrelenting, driving me to the edge of ecstasy. I cling onto his shoulders desperately, afraid of flying off and crashing into the headboard.
His eyes blaze with an intense passion that almost frightens me. But I can’t look away, even as I feel another surge building inside me.
I clench my pussy around his pulsating hard cock, feeling every inch of him throb inside of me. My body shudders with the intense pleasure as I squeeze him tightly, begging for more and pushing him deeper.
“Fuck, yes!”
“Yes!”
I’ve never felt such an intense craving.
“You’ll come again for me,” he growls, triumphant. “Your slutty little cunt craves nothing more than being filled by its master’s cock.” My pussy grips onto him as if I never want to let go. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes around us.
“Fuck, yes!” I scream, overcome with pleasure as another orgasm consumes me. But my pleasure is suddenly cut short by a deafening gunshot that cracks through the air. The sound of dark laughter follows, mocking me as I am consumed by waves of fear and confusion.
