Filthy Secret

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The warmth from her hot breath caused me to groan in delight. She enveloped me deeper and deeper inside her mouth until I touched her tonsils.

“Fuck, malishka.” I reached out with my empty hand and grabbed the back of her head, pulling it toward me and pressing the knife deeper into her skin. A trickle of blood ran down the side of her neck, and I wished I was a contortionist, so that I could lick it while thrusting deep inside her hole.

Her eyes locked on mine; hate warred in them with the same hunger that I knew was written all over my face. She licked the underside of my cock from base to tip. I felt my legs tremble. I hadn’t known it would feel this good.

I thrust deeper to the sounds of her gag being triggered over and over again. I could do this all night. Sink my cock as deep in her throat as I could and fall asleep.

“Don’t you dare vomit,” I growled. My voice was almost inhuman as I kept triggering her gag reflex. It felt so good on my cock, and her throat opened to accommodate my size. Fuck, I could slit her throat right now and bathe in her blood, but that wouldn’t net me the results I wanted.

But then she wiggled her tongue on the underside vein, and my balls tightened. My knees locked. Who taught her to be such a good little cock sucker? It made me angry, even as a shiver rushed up my spine. I pressed her nose into my pubic bone roughly. She could’ve vomited on me for all I cared; I was too far gone to stop.

“You’re perfect, just perfect,” I mumbled under my breath as my come jetted down her throat. Though tears leaked out of her eyes, she swallowed everything I had.

When I’d finally given her everything, I stumbled back. Her head fell backward, and she groaned, trying to rub her legs together.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I was ravenous for her.

“Please, don’t stop!” she whimpered. The drugs I’d put in her water had kicked in fully. She was gone. Her mind was running rampant with lust.

I didn’t like taking unwilling women. In Russia, pussy was thrown at me left and right. My brother would see this as a new all-time low for me. Sloane’s head rolled towards me, and her eyelashes fluttered upwards.

“Anything for you,” I growled. I reached out and grabbed the lube I kept close, knowing she wasn’t ready for my size. I practically jumped on her, shoving her legs further apart and dripping the lube between her thighs. I had the forethought to strap her legs up by her head on the bedposts. She couldn’t get away from me and as I looked down on her pussy, she didn’t mind. She was glistening, now that I’d added artificial wetness.

Maybe not completely ready, but it would have to do. Her curls were soaked and stuck in all directions. Just in case, I added even more lube. I’d known she wouldn’t be bare. I wanted her to stay like this. Most men wanted a shaved pussy, but I liked them trimmed more. And what a lovely trim it was. Her mound was just as beautiful as she.

I leaned forward and took a whiff. Her spicy aroma made my heart palpitate. My stomach grumbled, and my mouth ached to eat her. I nipped her clit, and her hips lifted off the bed as she gasped in response. She’d been screaming, so I wasn’t going to give her oral pleasure.

Maybe next time, when I wasn’t punishing her.

“I’m looking forward to breeding this tight cunt. Unfortunately, for now, you don’t deserve my tongue,” I told her.

She lifted her head, her eyes glazed over. “Wait, what-”

I thrust inside of her in one swift move, not letting her finish the question. My little malishka screamed out, tears rimming her eyes, as she immediately tried to pull her arms back down from the straps.

“No, you don’t.” I slapped her on the breast. She pulled the straps again, her eyes flashing defiance despite the tears leaking from them. So, I slapped her, over and over, all over her luscious breasts, until she yielded.

By then, she was shaking and sobbing, tears coating her face. It just made me want to fuck her harder. The drugs were making her complacent and horny, but not forcing her to pass out. I would still have fucked her even if she lay still as a corpse, but I preferred her in action. Even if her movements were sluggish.

“Well, my little malishka, if you had cried sooner, I could have used your tears as lube.” I smirked down at her, not breaking eye contact as I wrapped my fingers around her throat, showing her I meant business. When her body shivered, I grinned. “It doesn’t matter,” I snarled in her ear. “I’m going to fill you to the brim either way.” Her pussy clamped down on me hard at my whispered promise.

“Oh, you like the thought of that, do you?” I chuckled, not surprised at her response.

Sloane shook her head no.

Liar.

I leaned forward. “I don’t believe you.” I thrust deeper into her. After I reached over and grabbed the knife I’d dropped on the bed beside her, I leaned back and slashed the straps on her left leg. I placed the knife beside us as I threw her leg over my shoulder, thrusting deeply again.

“Can you feel me in your womb? I’m brushing up against it right now, so my seed can fill it swiftly.”

“I’m so full. It’s painful. Take it out,” she cried, cringing as I bottomed out.

“Of course it is. You want my babies, too. You’re just too ashamed to admit it.” When she clamped down on me again, I shot her a cocky grin.

“No, I don’t. I can’t, please,” she begged, arching her back. I sped up.

“Come all over this cock, malishka. The cock that’s going to breed you every single day. You’ll have my cum inside of you twenty-four-seven. I’m going to fuck you everywhere. And when you’re swollen with our child, I’ll squeeze and suck the milk out of your swollen breasts.” I reached forward and grabbed her breast, squeezing it so she knew what I would do to them.

“No! No! God, no!” she cried out. I felt another powerful orgasm sweeping through me.

Sloane was coming, and she was taking me with her.

“Fuck, that’s it, little bird, choke my cock.” I groaned into her neck. When she fluttered harder against me, I lost it, pounding inside her until I burst.

“Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming inside of you, filling you up, and soon, you’ll have my baby.” When my cock stopped throbbing, I collapsed on the bed beside Sloane.

I pulled her close to my body, wanting to be intimate for the first time in my life. She was straining her arms, so I grabbed the knife and cut them down. The blade nicked her a little more in the process, so I captured all the blood droplets and sucked them off her skin with a groan. Her answering moan had me ready to go again. I wanted to take her everywhere until we created a miniature version of us.

Once that was settled, I could return to Russia and take back my throne.

I wanted Sloane by my side for that. I trailed kisses down her body.

“Um, did you mean what you said?” she whispered.

“I always mean what I say, malishka.” I cupped her left breast, wanting to feel the weight of it in my hand.

“I don’t want a baby, especially not with you.” Her voice stabbed through the silence and my heart.

What the fuck did she mean, she didn’t want a baby?

“You’ll want my baby,” I said with confidence.

“No, I don’t want any babies. Ever.”

The finality of her tone pissed me off. She tried to roll over and face me, but I wasn’t having it. I reached behind me and grabbed the rag, then reached over and shoved it into her mouth. I climbed off the bed and found the rope, strapping her back down as she glared at me. Looks like she can’t say any more shit about what she wants.

“Hush now. All will be well.” I leaned over and stroked my hand over her cheek lightly. I knew her well. I’d watched for a long time from the shadows before I made my move to make her mine.

When her body relaxed, I went and fetched the bonnet I’d bought just for her, and put her hair up as best I could. She would teach me the ways to care for her.

As long as she gave me children, I would keep her like the queen she was. I would treat her better than anyone had treated her before. I just needed to break her first. By the time we went to Russia, she would be mine irrevocably. I wouldn’t have to worry about her running or leaving me or, even worse, taking her own life.

Since she wasn’t amenable right now, I’d have to breed her by force.

Which was fine with me.