Avrora
"Suck. Hard." He groans, the sound showing he likes what I'm doing to him.
It induces my mind back into that haze, and I start sucking.
Another primal groan pours out of him, making my nipples tighten. Then, using my hair, he grips tighter and deep throats me.
I feel like I'm going to choke on his cock, but I adjust my mouth to take him, getting control of my gag reflex.
Everything in my mind vanishes when he starts fucking my face. The force at which he hammers into my mouth sets my body on fire, and every nerve sizzles. Lust overrides the blood in my veins, pushing straight to my pussy and suddenly I'm soaked.
Soaked in a way that I've never been before and I can no longer deny the need making my clit throb.
I know I'm treading in dangerous waters when this no longer feels like a punishment and I want him to touch me.
Touch me and take me.
Anatoli lifts my face and stares down at me, our gazes locked. Him watching me sucking him and me watching the pleasure on his face.
We maintain eye contact while we continue this carnal act of passion. It makes me feel wild and free, not like the Avrora I was even days ago. That girl was restricted and she felt trapped.
It's ironic that I'm actually trapped now, but I feel free.
Free and addicted to the thrill like an adrenaline junkie riding a sledge down Mount Everest.
He rocks his hips and angles himself so he can increase the pace. Tears spring from my eyes, but I don't want to stop.
I couldn't even if I tried to because he won't let me. His lock on my jaw means I will stay right where I am until he's finished with me.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he grates through gritted teeth. "And perfect."
His cock stiffens in my mouth and his groans deepen, sounding more guttural and animalistic.
A savage roar then rips from his hard chest and cum hits the back of my throat. It coats it like hot cream, warming me up from the inside out.
The same savage energy wreaks havoc in my body and I want to make myself come.
Anatoli pulls out of my mouth, but he doesn't let go of my face.
Lifting my chin higher, he glares at me, his eyes still brimming with wild lust.
"Swallow." The command bends my will further and my body instantly obeys.
His hot cream flows down my throat as I swallow, and his wicked smile of satisfaction scares me. It tells me he might have more in store for me.
My thoughts are confirmed when he tucks his dick back into his pants and lifts me up from the ground.
A touch of awareness returns and I panic. "What are you doing?"
"We're not done yet." Knocking the stack of folders from the desk, he sets me down. "Open your legs."
Jagged pieces of fear slice through me.
"What are you going to do to me?" I can't keep the quiver out of my voice any more than I can the arousal.
I don't want to open my legs because I don't know what his plans are. And I don't want him to see how wet I am. I'm so wet my panties are slick and clinging to my mound.
"Valkyrie." The wicked devil chuckles. "If I was going to fuck you, I'd be buried deep inside you already and you wouldn't be able to walk. Now shut the fuck up and open your legs."
One finger trails over the waistband of my skirt and tugs. It brushes over my skin and that's enough to bewitch me back into the sexual haze.
I open my legs, and it feels like I've fallen deeper down this rabbit hole. The seductive look he gives me hooks me further and I can't look away because I've never before had a man look at me the way he is.
As if he wants to devour every inch of my body and own me, leaving nothing behind.
Anatoli smiles wider, a lock of that wild hair falling over his eye when he grabs my hips. He shoves my skirt up to my waist and loops a finger through the edge of my lace panties.
"Black lace," he husks, inching closer.
He crouches slightly to pull my panties down my legs and stops to gaze at them when he sees my arousal soaking through the fabric.
"Fuck me, you're soaked. Clearly you picked the wrong form of punishment."
The pirate man holds up my panties, then he shocks me by sniffing them, making a point of showing me he's getting off on my scent. I gasp when his hot, slick tongue flicks out, and he sucks the juice soaking my panties.
My mouth drops and I want to say something, but all I can do is stare, mortified then wildly captivated when he pushes them in his back pocket.
I don't know what to make of him wanting to keep my panties, but I stop thinking all over again when he parts my legs wider and just stares at my pussy.
"Pretty here, too." He licks his bottom lip. When his eyes climb back to meet mine, he lifts the hem of my camisole top and tugs it. "Take this off, and the bra."
"Wh-"
"Do it. It's not like I haven't seen what you look like."
"Then why do you need to see me again?" That must be my brain's last attempt at preserving my sanity because I don't know where those words come from.
Of course, the bodice-ripping pirate responds by ripping my beautiful top from my body as if it's a sheet of paper. Another wicked smile spreads across his lips, revealing the savage Viking he is. Much more than a mere pirate. And more like the devil.
Snapping the straps on my bra with a mere flick of his quick fingers, he rips that off too, leaving me topless on his desk with my legs spread wide and my pussy exposed.
Before I have a chance to process the trepidation surging through me, he covers my breasts with his large hands and takes the left nipple into his hot, wet mouth.
My jaw drops and a shudder wracks my body, rippling over me in a wave of consuming pleasure. Flames flick over my already-heated skin and my head spins.
A moan I have no hope of restraining pours out of my mouth and in that moment of helplessness, I crumble, giving him a piece of myself.
He fondles my right breast as he continues to suckle on my left, turning the barely-there pink color of my nipples a dusty rose.
His expression brightens, peppered with sin, as I arch my back, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth. He indulges me by sucking harder then moves to my other breast, wrapping his tongue around the nipple to tease it to life.
I pant, trying to catch my breath and hold on to what's left of my dignity, but neither feel like mine anymore.
Anatoli moves away, stopping his wild suckle, and stares at me for a moment.
That's the only moment of reprieve he gives me before he dives in between my thighs and sucks on my clit. I cry out from the impact, a sound infused with pleasure and pain. Both are unbearable but soon, they become the same. In an instant I crave both like an addict who needs her next fix of a potent drug.
I don't want him to stop. I want this. I want more and I want him to give it to me.
Shame fills me at the thought, but not enough to make me feel bad when I feel so good. And not when he starts eating me out, mixing up his actions between sucking, licking, and nibbling on my clit.
Unable to hold myself up, I grab his ripped shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath my fingertips for the first time.
Desperate moans hum from my lips as he continues feasting on my pussy, and I can't believe those sounds are coming from me.
One hard tug on my clit sends me into overdrive and a bone-chilling orgasm reverberates through me, shattering my senses. My entire being quivers in total surrender and I know the world as I knew it will never be the same again.
Anatoli licks me clean, drinking every last drop. When he's finished he pushes to his feet and my hands slip from his shoulders.
He straightens and I notice the bulge in his pants straightaway.
We both stare down at it, but he smiles.
For a brief moment, my awareness returns and I realize I'm practically naked. I try to cover my breasts, but he catches my hands and pins them to either side of me.
"Want more?" He pushes his bulge into my thigh, and as his pants are still undone, I can see the fat mushroom head of his cock poking out.
"I... I..." My words come out in a stutter and my mind continues to spin on a spiral of ecstasy.
"See what you do to me?"
Anatoli moves closer, hovering an inch away from my lips like he's going to kiss me. His warm breath tickles my skin, making me entertain the thought of his lips on mine.
Instinctively I lean in to receive the kiss, almost tasting him but he moves away, severing the connection. Then his eyes become guarded and he slips back into the devil I know.
"We're done for tonight," he says, even sounding like the devil. "Consider this round one."
Round one?
My brain snaps to attention when I process what he's saying. "What do you mean, round one?"
"I mean your punishment will be done when I say so." The grin sliding across his face is evil and mocking. Mocking me. "You will end your days with my cock in your pretty little mouth. Until I decide to change things up."
A stab of humiliation pierces through me and I feel like a slut. This really is a game to him and I'm just a toy.
"You can leave now, Avrora Galitze." The way he says my name in that hate-filled tone dripping with venom is to remind me that he hates me.
Hates me. Not just my father; me too.
In his eyes, Uther Galitze's daughter is little more than a thing you treat like nothing.
I move away from him, grabbing the remnants of my top to cover myself. Then I rush through the door, fleeing his cruelty.
When I take the corner, I run past the crest, cursing it and my damn curiosity for the mess tonight became.
I run faster, wishing I could run out of here and far away to a place where no one can find me.
It's just a wish, a dream my heart wants, because right now, the only way I can escape is the same way Mom did.
Through death.
But I don't want to die.