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Click hereHe'd unwittingly started squeezing my hands and looked down. "I knew you were sore from last night but I got so aroused. You moaning and I..." He shook his head and looked at me again. "I didn't say I wanted to fuck you raw. I said I wanted to sleep with you." He was quiet for a moment and asked a little embarrassed, "How much of what I've been saying have you understood anyway?"
I lifted his hand and pressed it against my cheek. "Some. I understood душенька," I said with a little smile.
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He never used me as brutally again as on our first night. That was his way to establish exclusivity, to demonstrate his ability to dominate me, to mark me as his. He kept administrating the gel and the pills during my healing and carried out daily examinations of how my healing progressed. When during these examinations the feel of my pulsing wet holes or the sound of my pained and excited moans overwhelmed him, he did not force himself on me. Instead he fucked my face. As I found his cock in my mouth particularly exiting, he fed it to me very often. Sometimes I tried to resist the urge, but every time eventually gave up to my rising excitement of being dominated; I lowered my free hands on my throbbing clit and rubbed myself with fast impatient strokes desperate for deliverance. Every time no matter how hard I masturbated, I came only while he talked dirty to me keeping his cock down my throat choking me.
As soon as I was physically up to it he resumed experimenting with my need to be forced into sexual agony, but being more careful not to overdo it. He used me, hurt me, cleaned me up, saw to my hurts and held me -- just like I had fantasized he would have after he was taken from me at the club. After our first night together I never had to feel cold or hollow inside. I'd walk around every day with more or less throbbing and aching. His reminder of the love he had for me.
The story is well-written! Not enough stories here feature Russian men even though there are lots of stories about Russian women. I wish there are more stories with hot Russian guys...
I enjoyed the first part and the first sex scene, but things then became too sadistic and bloody for my taste for it to be remotely arousing (for me), even for the "Nonconsent/Reluctance" category. I guess I finally found my limits. The heroine was literally tortured. She probably needs ER. Others may like it though.
The heroine is really a spineless doormat type of submissive, which is not my cup of tea. The slapping scene around the end gave me some hope, but nope. I wanted to scream at her to run from Ivan, but she seems totally brainwashed at the end....Since Ivan said himself that he can't control himself, she will probably end up dead if it were real life, which is a sobering thought.
I loved this story, and all the others you posted!! I saw your comment saying you have other stories that you weren't able to post on this site. Are they somewhere else by any chance? I would love the opportunity to read them! Thanks for posting such an amazing and hot story.
What a relieve to hear you haven't given up writing. I've been in and out of this site, but always checking if you have added any new stories. Knowing I couldn't ask for anything, I can only beg you to continue writing.
You see, everybody would admit, most stuff on this site isn't that well written. Intensions are often good, but there are'nt but some chosen ones who have the skill. I love the way you work with your material, the detailing supporting the story, etc.. It gets pretty painful sometimes, but your writing skills keep my head above water, and I'll continue reading.
Hope you'll find the time to finish some new writing.
Thanks in advance..