It's a kiss unlike any I've ever had before. It's not particularly nice, to be honest, or kind, or tender, or gentle.
Actually, it's fucking savage.
He pries my lips apart and licks into my mouth, hot and hard and deep. If there was any doubt left on whether this man was truly made of ice, this kiss melts it all the way away.
Under the surface, fire smolders.
His hands are on me in seconds. I can feel his rough palms mapping out my body, the curves and dips of my breasts, of my hips. My buttons don't stand a chance: they go flying everywhere.
"You're lucky," I blurt between kisses, "that I have a spare set of clothes."
In response, the man chuckles in that dark way of his.
Then he yanks my head back and turns my neck into a battleground.
My hands itch to touch back. To give just as good as I'm getting. But, as if reading my mind, the man yanks on the tie, securing the knot all the way.
"Not so fast, kalina." He loops the tie's tail to the free coat hook above my head, pulling twice to ensure it won't come loose. "I'm not done with my purchase yet."
God help me, I moan.
I'm so used to being the one in control-the one who has to be in control. If I'm not on top of every little thing, I feel like my life will just spiral out of my grasp.
Like it used to be.
So, this? Being stripped of all say? I'm not gonna lie: it's doing it for me.
I feel my thighs being pried apart. I don't resist: I could never. I'm so wet I can't breathe.
He notices it, too. "Blyat'," he growls, pushing my skirt up and my panties aside. I have no idea what that word means, but right now, I can't say I care. All I care about is his fingers, rough and wonderful, pushing up just right-
"Oh, God."
He starts with one. It's not enough. "More," I whine, squirming against the restraints, trying to hook my leg around his half-naked hip, because if I don't get more skin-on-skin contact rightthisfuckingsecond, I think I might die.
In the crook of my neck, the stranger groans. "Fucking hell, kalina. You want me that bad?"
"Yes," I breathe. I'm too far gone for lies. It's so hot to say it-to admit it out loud. No one's ever asked me what I wanted before. I don't know if that makes me pathetic or unlucky, but either way, I couldn't care less.
Right now, I make my own luck.
Another curse, this time just shy of my ear. "Damn." Two fingers are pumping in and out of me now. It's still nowhere near enough. "Like me that much, huh?"
"Fuck no," I moan. "I hate you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. You're the worst customer I've ever had."
That makes him laugh. "Well, then, I'd better fix that."
The second I hear his fly being unzipped, my eyes dart downwards. For one moment, I wonder if I'm seeing things. Because there's no way, right?
There's no way anyone can be this big.
"Having second thoughts?" he taunts.
I glare at him and jut out my chin proudly. "Never."
With a single drive of my hips, I wrap my legs fully around him. I revel in the shocked look on his face-but it's his own damn fault. If he didn't want me to move, he should've bound my ankles, too.
"How about you?" I breathe, pulling him closer. "'Cause, if you're too chicken, door's right there."
His face splits into a rare grin. "You asked for this, Ms. Flowers.
Don't go sending me a complaint in the morning."
"That depends entirely on you."
I can see the spark of a challenge in his eyes. The second he takes it, I know. "So be it."
True to his word, he doesn't give me another minute. Before I can take a single breath, he's spreading my thighs wide, holding me up by the back of my knees. I cling to his waist with my lower body, suddenly terrified I might fall.
But he doesn't let me fall.
He doesn't let me do anything at all.
He grabs, and he pushes, and in one smooth thrust, he's inside me.
I can feel him. I can feel every inch of him, driving into me with torturous slowness. He can't afford anything less: one wrong move, and he might literally split me in half.
The thought turns me on in all the wrong ways.
"Harder," I beg, canting my hips against his.
"Blyat'," he groans again, that word that might mean Fuck you or
Fuck me. Maybe just the first half of both. "So fucking tight."
He starts thrusting inside me. Pulling out all the way before grinding back in, setting all my nerve endings on fire. His spare hand is playing with my clit, sending sparks skittering down my back with every touch.
I can't find the voice to moan-it all feels too goddamn good. The stretch, the burn, everything. "Harder."
"Careful, kalina."
"I said fuck me harder!" I cry out, inhibitions forgotten.
With a savage drive of his hips, the stranger pins me to the wall- and stays there. Goddamn him. I cry out: I don't know what secret button inside of me he hit, but I need him to do it again. Immediately. Repeatedly.
But he stays, ground to a complete halt.
"You don't make the rules here, little flower," the man growls. "I do. So from now on, if you want something, you'll learn to ask nicely."
I could sob right now. What kind of monster could give someone all that pleasure, only to take it away?
"Please."
"I said nicely."
I arch off the wall. "Please, sir," I babble incoherently, glistening with effort, my breasts falling out what little's left of my blouse. "Please, please, fuck me, please -"
He kisses me silent.
And then, finally, finally, he gives me what I need.
There is no restraint this time. No lingering concerns. There is only want, and heat, and waves of pleasure rolling over me. Threatening to pull me under.
I hope to God they do.
Because I can feel my orgasm building inside me. Higher, higher, tighter, tighter. "Please," I moan, no longer knowing what I'm asking for. Only that I need it more than I've ever needed anything in my whole damn life. "Please, sir- "
A bite on my breast. My skin tingles with pain, then pleasure. I can feel him sucking, ready to devour me.
I wish he would.
"What do you want, kalina?" he asks then, nearly sweet.
"I want you," I keen, desperation in my voice. "I want to come, want you to make me, want you to come inside me -"
"You want me to breed you?" he groans, lips back on my throat.
Fuck no, the rational part of me says. That sounds like a nightmare.
Unfortunately, it's not the part that's calling the shots right now.
"Yes!" I cry out. Even though I know it's just dirty talk, it feels insanely hot to think it. That this stranger might mark me in such a permanent way; own me. "Yes, fuck, breed me, make me yours -!" I come so hard I nearly black out.
My body shudders, suspended in the air, held up by nothing but the blue tie and him. And then I feel him shudder, too, fucking into me harder, harder, until -
I come again. I don't know how that's possible; I still haven't stopped coming from before. But as soon as I feel him spill inside me, that spark flares anew, making me arch all the way off the wall.
