I gulp at his confession. “Oh…” It’s the only thing I can say. I’m a whole lot of shocked. Shocked that he would tell me these things, shocked that they would do that to someone. Overall, I’m just so fucking surprised at how cruel of a bitch the world is.
“But I can do other things to you. I can finger you.” He releases my hip and trails his fingers down my lower back, over my ass, and between my legs. “I can eat you out. Feast on your pussy.”
I shiver at his brash words.
“I’ve never done either of those things.” My chest heaves at my admission.
“Don’t say shit like that, Kitten, not when I’m already barely hanging on by a shred.”
I shiver, feeling every word he said down to my core. He nudges my thighs apart with his hand and presses me against the tiled wall. I turn my head, placing my cheek against the cold surface.
My hardened nipples move over the damp tile, sending sparks of pleasure between my legs.
“I’m going to finger you, and then I’m going to taste you on my tongue. If you want me stop at any point, just say so but know I will not touch you again. Not even if you beg me, Kitten.”
His body is big enough to loom over mine, and while I feel one of his hands between my thighs, the other grips onto my hip, guiding me to where he wants me. With my chest pressed against the wall and my ass jutted out, I feel exposed.
Our eyes connect, and I feel the heat of his body seeping into mine as he leans into me, all his hard edges touching my soft curves.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Violet, so fucking beautiful.” His breath fans against my ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
“Please…” I whimper, unsure of what I am asking for. I feel his fingers spread my lips, and I gasp at the sensation. Another finger glides over my engorged clit and a shudder of pleasure moves through me.
“Have you ever played with yourself?” Every slip of his finger over my clit makes it harder to think, harder to breathe.
“Yes…” I admit.
“Did you ever come?” he asks, a small smile tugging at his lips. I remember the few times I made myself come with my clumsy fingers. I felt not even a fraction of what I’m feeling right now.
“Yes,” I confess again
The movements of his finger halt, and I damn near scream in frustration.
“Please, don’t stop…” I sound desperate and maybe I am. I want his touch, his kisses, the heat of his body on mine. I want to feel wanted and cared for. He leans his head down and nibbles on my shoulder. I let my head fall to the side to give him better access to my neck, and he takes full advantage of it, kissing, licking, and sucking on the sensitive flesh. My moans echo throughout the small shower stall and right back into my ears.
“Touch yourself, Kitten. Tease your clit like you would if you were alone. Pinch it and rub it, and I’ll finger you.”
I follow his command, wanting only the pleasure I know he can give me. My hand shakes nervously as I move it toward my pussy. I lick my lips, and my eyes flutter closed as I touch myself there just as he was. It doesn’t feel the same... but then I feel him moving his fingers back toward my entrance. I spread my legs wider, giving myself to him completely.
“Mmm, I love that you’re so eager for my touch, Kitten.”
He circles my entrance with one thick finger, teasing it, massaging it, and then he dips in, just the fingertip. The feeling isn’t completely foreign. In fact, it’s enough to make me pant. He pulls out the tip of his finger and dips back inside, a little bit more than before. I don’t think he is all the way in yet, but a delicious fullness fills my belly when he moves his finger around inside me.
“I’m not going to go real deep, just in case. But I’m going to keep my finger inside you until you come on my hand.” His low raspy voice is right next to my ear, and I feel like his voice has a direct line to my pussy. Pleasure starts to build deep in my belly, the pressure of his finger inside me radiates pleasure outward.
“You stop touching yourself and I’ll take my finger out,” he warns.
I want to tell him I couldn’t if I tried but the only thing leaving my mouth right now are moans and pants.
I rub my clit faster, pinching it between two fingers, while he moves his thick digit in and out of me. His movements are gentle and precise, and a coil of pleasure starts to unravel inside of me at the rhythm. I can feel him splayed out over my backside, his firm penis pressing against my leg. He’s panting with need as much as I am, and all the sensations coupled together build deeper and deeper, pulling the typhoon of pleasure right out of me.
“Ivan… I’m going to…” I can’t get anything else out because the pleasure flooding my veins takes my breath away. Every muscle in my body tightens, a euphoric fog clings to me and I end up on my tiptoes as the sensations overtake my body. Waves of pleasure float over me, and I cling to the tile. I can barely hold myself up. Only then does Ivan slip his finger out of me. My eyes feel heavy, and I let him sling both of his arms around me, carrying most of my weight. He gave me something I’ve never felt before, and I’ll never forget that.
“Thank you,” I murmur, leaning against his chest. I close my eyes, enjoying the aftermath of the endorphin rush, and though he doesn’t say anything, I know he feels the same things I’m feeling. An invisible teether, pulling us together, bringing us closer and closer together.
8
Ivan
Her tiny body leans against mine, and I know if I wasn’t holding her up right now, her knees would buckle. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s still trying to get her breathing under control. Then I realize… I am, too. Fuck, that was hot. Her pussy was so tight around my finger, clenching and squeezing the fucking life out of me. I want nothing more than to plunge my dick deep inside her, to feel her pussy squeeze my dick like she did with my finger moments ago.
My balls ache, and my cock is so hard I don’t know if it will ever go down again. I groan, knowing that I can’t have her. Not this way, not any way. She isn’t mine to keep, mine to have.
I reach for the shampoo and squeeze some into her hair. With my free hand, I start washing her, massaging her scalp while moving the suds through her long hair. I wish more than ever that we were in another world where I could have her, make her mine.
“What’s the checking thing you were talking about?”
I question for a moment if I should tell her or not. Would it be worse to know? If she knows and fights them, she could get hurt, but if she knows and is prepared, maybe it’ll be easier for her.
Then again, she might be just as scared. I don’t internally argue with myself until after I’ve rinsed out her hair. By that time, she’s regained some strength and can stand on her own again. She turns to look at me, her big blue eyes pleading with me.
Fuck, I know then I’m going to tell her, even if I don’t want to. She’s got this pull on me, something about her makes me want to do the right thing. I hand her a washcloth after squirting some soap on it. She takes it and starts washing herself, while I start on myself.
“We have a doctor come and check out each of you to make sure you aren’t sick and don’t have any diseases that can be given to the buyer.” I pause briefly, not wanting to say the rest. “They also check to make sure each of you are still virgins. We only sell virgins because they bring in the highest paying dollar and usually these things are checked when they bring you in, but this time around, the doctor wanted to wait.”