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Chapter 5

The wail of the fire alarm covers up the sound of my pitiful moans as Viktor continues to spank me. Every spanking is harder than the last, and I’m growing less and less bothered by this turn of events. In fact, I feel a violent urge to feel his fingers enter me after he’s had his fun mercilessly punishing me for trying to stand up to him.

Eventually, he stops, and I feel a sense of confused disappointment wash over me. “That’s all you’ve got?” I tease, entirely against my better judgment. At this point, I’m confident that this man would pick me up by my throat and toss me to the floor if I spoke disrespectfully to him.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he flips me over and lifts me onto the counter, half-naked with his body between my legs. He’s breathing heavily, and I recognize now that I am too. With one hand, he grips the back of my neck and brings my face to his, kissing me deeply and biting my lower lip hard. I moan into his mouth without thinking, and at that, he takes his other hand and spreads my legs further apart, tracing up my thigh.

“I don’t know if you want to get mouthy with me,” he growls, moving his hand up until it’s hovering right over my pussy, pulsing madly with my own arousal.

I feel helpless to my urges and completely ashamed of how they came to be in the first place. Yet here I am, panting at the suggestion of this stranger’s fingers touching me. I should tell him to leave, but the devil inside of me is telling me to give in.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck you senseless,” he demands, his piercing blue eyes searching my horny expression for permission as he places his fingers against my pussy.

“I-I don’t have one,” I whisper.

He smirks, leaning forward and filling my nose with the smell of foreign spices and cigar smoke. “Then your pussy belongs to me now, slut.”

I don’t respond, and instead, I whimper as I feel him slip two fingers inside of my vagina, motioning to pull me closer as I struggle to keep my voice down. Even just his fingers alone ignite something in me that desperately needs more, fiending like an addict ten minutes from withdrawal.

He lies me down on the counter, and now I’m back in a position of submission to him. The pressure of his fingers inside of me rises as my body flattens against the wood, and my eyes roll back in my head as he fingers me harder and faster. He’s clearly feeding off my reactions, loving every second of my resolve crumbling.

My pussy is so wet that I’m almost embarrassed about it, allowing someone I’ve never met to have such an intense hold on me in such a short amount of time. This isn’t the kind of person I want to be. I thought I was beyond all of this.

But in this moment, I realize that I’m not much different than the young woman who took her clothes off for strangers, occasionally letting them feel her up for an extra buck. I feel like a whore, but I’m ravenous for more.

I feel Viktor’s hand leave my skin as he pulls his cock out of his pants, and I know that this is the final moment that I can turn back, allowing my judgment to kick in before I’m committed to this act of sexual desperation.

Despite the years I’d spent reforming myself, trying my hardest to be a good girl, I’m absolutely desperate for his cock to slip inside of me, to feel his hand around my throat as he fucks me without an ounce of respect for who I am and what I’ve been through.

So, instead of telling him that I’ve had enough of his devious games, I allow him to continue.

He teases me a bit by sliding his cock along my pussy, taking in the silent begging in my eyes as I gaze up at him expectantly. I tease him back, grinding my pussy into his cock until he finally enters me, stretching my pussy and making me gasp from the volatile mix of pleasure and intensity as he moves against me.

With one hand on my throat and the other on my hip, he fucks me hard, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter and angling my hips downward to give him more depth. I yelp out loud at the sudden intensity of his cock hammering into my front wall as my eyes roll back, and his hand moves from my throat to my mouth as he covers it aggressively.

I can feel myself getting close to orgasm, and I’m conflicted by the tremendous embarrassment of being reduced to a puddle of whimpers by a man I’ve known for less than an hour. The embarrassment drives the desire despite my bitter internal protesting, and as I feel myself being pushed over the edge. I practically scream into his hand, and he thrusts harder and faster until he cums inside of me.

He pulls his cock out of me, and cum quickly floods out of my pussy onto the counter. He chuckles as he composes himself, regaining his unmistakable smirk of self-importance as I remain sprawled across the counter, my heart racing as I catch my breath.

“You should clean this up. It’s pretty gross for you to do something like that in a place where food is made. Someone might realize you’re nothing but a cheap slut,” he says casually, and he leaves me there as I scramble to pull my pants up and check the perimeter for anybody who might have seen what just happened.

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