9. Inessa

My mind keeps flickering between frustration over not being allowed a release and frustration of Vlad not telling me what he knows. The entire car ride, he kept fucking with me, and it's even more annoying that he's unaffected despite my best attempts.I still try because I'm clearly a glutton for punishment, and I avoid his biceps as I turn my head to the side and press my lips to his jawline, hoping it makes him agreeable.

He stands behind me in the closet and kisses up my neck as he undoes the zip at the back of my dress. The fabric gets stuck between our bodies, and a moan fixes itself to my question as he starts the vibrations again.

"What were you talking about?"

His soft lips are harsh, telling me to shut up, and he grinds into my ass with a counteroffer.

"Do you want to have a conversation, or do you want me to stuff you full of my cum?"

Turning in his arms, I free myself of the dress wrapped around my middle and hook my arms around his neck.

"You can do two things at once, lapachka."

I smile sweetly to try to coax the truth. He just stares at me with a blank expression.He grabs my hips and rocks me into him, but there's no emotion in his voice.

"I'd rather not discuss other men while my dick is inside you."

I've finally worn him down because it's not shut up or no for once, so I sweeten my offer.

"Will you tell me if I suck your dick?"

He traces my lips with his thumb as he mutters under his breath, "Filthy fucking mouth." It feels like a compliment rather than an insult and I poke my tongue, swirling small circles on the pad of his thumb to help my cause.

I hollow my cheeks as he slowly flirts with my mouth by pushing it between my lips. The bastard smirks and takes his phone to increase the vibrations, forcing a garbled moan from my throat. Icy eyes pin me in place and his voice drops as he walks me backward.

"You offered this sweet, filthy mouth in exchange for information like a whore, meelaya."

Opening my mouth to insult him back, he pushes against my teeth, distorting my words.

"I'm not a whore, you asshole."

All my anger is muted with his hold, and the vibrations change, making my eyes roll back into my head. His phone drops with a muted thud against the rug in the center of the room and he cups between my thighs, giving me relief. It's only for a moment, then it's gone. I'm going to cry; my eyes burn, threatening me as he removes the magnet and rips the side of my panties. Slowly pulling the toy out of me, I clench, refusing to give it up when I'm so close.

But the neurotic fuck holds my throat, and his features darken in threat. Forcing my body to relax allows him to gently remove it, and dickhead Vlad takes over. He flattens his palm on my chest slightly, pushing until I tilt back and taps my ankle for me to widen my legs. I refuse to move because he's the most annoying fucking thing in existence, and it's the only thing I have control of. But I'm weak, and his voice is too powerful.

"Firstly, I've seen your browser history, you wish you were a whore. Secondly, open your legs and let me see this swollen pussy I call home."

Embarrassment, humiliation, and then warmth take over my body with each of his statements.

I know he hasn't seen my search history, or he'd have mentioned it, but I freeze, refusing to assign any deeper meaning to his lustful words. He always says crazy shit, he can't know what I've searched. I haven't said a word, but he copies me and moves back, scrutinizing my features and searching my brain through my eyes. Whatever he sees has my frustrated, needy tears burning the back of my eyes. My cheeks heat as he turns on his heel and marches into the bedroom.

The toy is vibrating across the floor, and I can't even get relief with it. Taking the old-fashioned route, I lean against the wall, and my fingers skim my stomach when the angry bark makes me flinch.

"Inessa, in here. Now."

He sounds authoritative and older than usual. My brain, and other parts of my body, like it, so I follow the impolite order.I kick my heels off before I leave, and the euphoria of not having them pinch my ankles mixes with my lust.

I walk into the bedroom without a stitch of clothing, but my head is high, and my shoulders are straight. It all threatens to crumple when I see Vlad going through my laptop. The searches weren't even serious. I just went down a rabbit hole of dicks when curiosity got the better of me. Keeping the same pace so I don't snitch on myself, I try to grab the device when I'm within reach, but the asshole snatches it away and continues scrolling while I follow him.

Attempting to reason with his psychotic ass is my mistake.

"Can you not go through my things? It's rude."

Stopping abruptly, he holds it above my head and my entire body flushes as he reads the searches.

"World's biggest dick. Huge monster cock. What does a creampie look like? Stretched pussy. Triple penetration. 9 v 1 gangbang."

There's nothing but humor in his eyes and I lie, "I thought you might have a world record on account of your personality, and I wanted to update your picture."

He forces the authoritative voice, and a shiver works up my spine.

"Shall I keep going?"

I shake my head because it looks like all I do is watch porn. He finally closes the screen before it can show where I started.He says stupid things, so it's his own fault that I became curious.

He sets my laptop down on the dresser beside him and holds my ass in both hands as he softens his voice to disguise that he's laughing at me.

"Is that what you want, meelaya, nine dicks using every hole you have until you're exhausted and covered in a mix of cum and sweat?"

It wasn't when I watched it, but it is now with the deep rumble in my ear. My voice sounds small and na?ve, admitting the truth.

"I was curious and then I just kept clicking on things at the side."

I may not have had penetrative sex prior to getting married, but it doesn't mean I hadn't led a life. But some things are curated scenes recorded for a reason. They're not going to spring up in everyday life.

He squeezes my ass, presses a gentle kiss below my ear, and the filthy offer flows straight into my senses.

"No one else touches you. Between the two of us, you can have a maximum of five." I look at him dumbly when I can't follow his dirty train of thought. He threads our fingers together, holding them beside my head and enlightens me on logistics. "Obviously, my dick. Then we have two hands each. You'll have to do some of the work yourself, moya koroleva."

My brain can't make sense of anything.

Repeating what he said in my head, I lean up on my toes and speak against his lips, so we're eye to eye.

"You're not pissed that I was watching it?"

I thought he would rage, act like a prick, and demand I never look at anyone other than him. A crease forms between his brows and he assesses me as he speaks slowly.

"Why would I give a fuck? You're not touching anyone else, and they're not touching you." I seal our lips together at his rationality, but he doesn't let me deepen the kiss and ruins my good mood."It's the same as if I was watching that shit."

Dropping back down to earth physically and mentally, I try to move around him. I'm contradicting myself, proud of Vlad for being rational while I'm bitter inside at the thought of what he watches and him getting off without me. He grabs my wrists and bends my arms to hold them in one hand at my lower back. His scarred, inked knuckles come up as he holds my chin between his thumb and finger, forcing me to look at the stupid smirk on his face.

"What's wrong, meelaya?"

I hate him.

I stop him from saying anything outrageous to get a reaction and spit out my truth.

"You don't need to watch porn, you have me."

It doesn't come out right and he curls his lips in to stop the laugh escaping.

"Don't say it." My warning doesn't work, and we both end up saying his thoughts aloud.

"My little pornstar."

I've spent too much time around his twisted mind and my brain has synced to his warped one.

Loosening his hold on my wrists, he slams his mouth on mine. His hands roam my body, mapping each curve and contour. The force knocks me back and need replaces everything else as I pull at his clothes, wanting them all off. Whatever we were talking about is forgotten and he picks me up under my arms and throws me across the room. My smile stretches from ear to ear as I land on the bed with a bounce. I swipe my hair out of my face in time to see the devil stalking towards me shirtless.

I quickly rearrange myself, so my head is hanging off the edge of the bed and open my mouth for what he promised me. The change has him slowing and changing course. Going back into the closet, dull thuds sound and wood snaps before he comes back. The crazy fucking bastard just broke my vanity and carries the mirror that should be attached to the table to the bed. Positioning it against the headboard, he pushes against my knees and my cheeks heat when his beautiful body moves out of the way.

I can see everything. My inner thighs are glistening, and a moan bounces back to me when he comes into view at the foot of the bed. His hands move slowly, and he purposefully flexes as he undoes his belt to free his dick. His dick is bobbing above my head, and he fists his length, staring at me through the reflection.

"If I can't see your beautiful face while you choke on my dick, I'll have the next best thing."

I bite my cheek to stop myself from repaying his compliment or complaining that I won't see him. He leans over me and grabs two pillows. "Lift your hips, malysh, want to see your cum dripping down your ass."

The soft voice doesn't match the words, but it will only ever suit Vlad, no one else could have his mix of violent, brutal care.

Lifting my hips, he pushes them under my lower back and waits for me to lay down as he removes the rest of his clothes. When my head is in position and my mouth open, he lifts his dick, exposing his balls. Tracing the seam with my tongue, I suck them into my mouth and hum. I don't go further than his balls, given his micro reaction previously, a hand wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides until they leave my mouth with a wet pop.

It turns gentle as he feeds his dick past my lips, and the teddy bear comes out.

"Tap my thigh if you can't take it."

He's a diamond, filled with different facets that you can't see unless you have a microscope, and forged from immense pressure surrounded by dirt. Stroking along the column of my throat with his knuckles, he doesn't move, and I grab the back of his thighs, urging him forward.

"You're a greedy little slut, only for my dick, aren't you, meelaya?"

I nod and give a garbled yes as he turns back into the asshole.

"I should have known you'd find a way to talk with my dick buried in your mouth."

Letting go of his thigh, I hold my middle finger up as a retort.

Warmth and wet engulfs the digit as he holds my wrist, pulling it up. He lets my finger go as I pull him closer, feeling my throat bulge, and he gently strokes my neck in awe.

"Fuuuck, keep going, meely moy. I know that big mouth can take more of me."

He controls my hand and circles my nipple with his cool spit, adding to the sensation. Without my sight, anticipation takes over at what he's going to touch next, and I swallow around him. Pushing more of his dick into me, he trails my finger down my body. A garbled moan vibrates through his dick as my finger circles my clit and strokes through my slit.

I try to bob my head to get more and focus on his pleasure rather than my torture, and he finally fully pushes into my throat. The position makes me feel lightheaded with all the blood rushing to my head and my air being cut off, but I need his release. I love when he turns soft with me and how his brutal hands are always gentle while he fucks me. It's intoxicating knowing the amount of power and violence he's capable of, but he holds it all back, putting care for me above it.

He continues circling my entrance with my finger, and his hips slowly move, rocking into my mouth and fucking my throat in shallow strokes. I groan as I massage up his thighs and lightly scrape my nails against his skin, feeling him flex. My finger is removed from between my thighs, and I dig my fingers into his hip as he attempts to pull back. His tongue wraps around my finger, and he hums at the taste of me while he fucks my face harder like I want. I swallow, trying to get my muscles to relax as I breathe through my nose and clench my thighs together.

"Open your legs, Inessa."

Swallowing around him again, he strokes down my neck with his thumbs.

"Do it again for me."

Blindly feeling his body, I keep swallowing around him, and it makes him snap. It's beautiful and carnal and fucking powerful knowing the neurotic devil is losing control because of me.

Squeezing the sides of my throat again, he groans and buries himself fully in me. There's no gap between my lips and his skin before he abruptly pulls out of my mouth. There's no time to mourn the loss of the release that should have been mine as he pulls me up and swaps our positions. Pulling on the backs of my knees until I'm kneeling over his face, he smooths his hands over my ass and back until he reaches my nape and orders, "Sit down and shut up."

Looking up from his dick, all I can see is my reflection. It makes me move forward, and I'm a vain fuck, staring at myself in competition and seeing what he does when I've been on my knees.

I put more effort into the movement now that I can see myself and run the flat of my tongue up his length as he grabs the back of my thighs. His fingers dig into my flesh, each digit cushioned as he attempts to pull me to his face, but I push my weight forward and wrap my lips around the tip of his dick. My eyes look bigger, my cheekbones more pronounced, as I slowly lower my mouth around him. Spit flows out of the corners of my lips, and I moan at the erotic imagery. It turns into a choked scream as he roughly pushes two fingers into me and bites into the back of my thigh.

"Do not come until I'm inside you."

I fidget in disagreement and air brushes the curve of my ass. The relief I found from his fingers is abruptly removed and he pushes against my hands with both hands, making me choke. My hair pulls, tugging against my scalp as he quickly grabs the strands at the root and holds my head taut, allowing me to breathe. The prickling sensation intensifies as I battle him and try to push my head forward.

The only part of his dick remaining between my lips is the tip and a frustrated moan leaves me when he refuses to fucking move. Digging my nails into his thighs finally has him understanding I'm not trying to escape and thrusts up, fucking my face.

"Open wider, malysh."

My jaw drops open as he circles my entrance with his tongue and moans into me. His hand loosens on my hair, allowing me to drop my head, and we both groan as I take more.

The sounds leaving me mix with the slurping as I wrap my hand around the part of him not in my mouth and watch myself. We look good together even though I can't see his face and I take more, hollowing my cheeks. It's exploratory as I twist my head, seeing his dick push against my cheek and listening to what symphonies I can create from the devil.