I take the clothespins out of my pocket. I open one, then I let it close around her left nipple. Yelena sucks in a sharp breath of air, but she doesn’t cry out. I see her fists clench, where they’re chained to the wall at her sides.

Her nipple turns from its normal light tan color to dark pink, the same shade as her lips. It stands out from her breast, caught tight in the grip of the clothespin. I pinch the other wooden pin around her right nipple.

The pressure is steady and relentless. Her nipples are turning darker by the minute, and I know they must be aching. Yelena doesn’t complain. When I kiss her, she kisses me back twice as hard. When I reach down to slide my fingers between those slightly-parted pussy lips, I can feel that she’s slick and wet.

Well, well, well. Either my bride has been missing me, or she’s finding her own catharsis in the rough treatment.

I slide my fingers back and forth across her clit, using her wetness as lubrication. I feel her clit start to swell and stand up, just like her nipples. Yelena tries to grind against my hand, as best she can from her constrained position.

She’s moaning and rubbing against me, trying to use the pleasure to distract herself from the nagging pain of her breasts.

I keep rubbing her pussy, increasing the pace and pressure until that pink flush comes into her cheeks, and her breathing quickens, and I know she’s starting to build to orgasm. Then I withdraw my hand and step away from her.

Yelena lets out a groan of frustration. She wants me to keep touching her. She wants it badly. But I’m just getting started.

Her nipples are deeply flushed now. Slowly, achingly, I depress the spring to release the clothespin’s grip on her left breast. As soon as I’ve removed it, I put my mouth around her puffy, swollen nipple and I suck.

The noise Yelena makes is like nothing I’ve heard from her before. It’s a deep groan: part pain, and part exquisite relief. I’m soothing her sore nipple and stimulating it, while it’s sensitive and engorged.

I know she’s dying for me to do the same on the other side, but I make her wait. I tug on the clothespin without removing it. Yelena arches her back, eyes closed, whimpering softly.

At last I remove the pin, and I take her right nipple in my mouth, savoring how swollen and hot it’s become, and how Yelena writhes against the wall, barely able to handle the intense stimulation of me suckling on her tender breast.

Standing up straight again, I unzip the front of my pants. My cock springs free, rock hard and throbbing. I press the head up against her entrance, and I watch her face as I ram it inside. Yelena groans and bites down hard on my shoulder. She bites me so hard that she almost draws blood.

I don’t give a fuck. The only sensation I can feel is my cock sliding all the way inside her tight, warm cunt. Even though it’s been less than a week since the last time I fucked her, it feels like it’s been a hundred years. My longing for her, my obsession with her, it all comes roaring back, stronger than ever. I thrust into her harder and harder, and it’s not enough, I want more. I fuck her relentlessly against that wall, rocking her whole body against the concrete.

The rough cement is probably scratching her back. I don’t care.

In this moment I want Yelena to feel every sensation to a fever pitch, just like I am. Whatever it takes, I have to get her to understand how she puts me through a shredder every time I see her, how my bond to her is painful and terrifying, how she hurt me worse than my knee, worse than losing my mother, worse than anything that’s happened to me in my life. And yet I still fucking need her. I can’t stop it, I can’t turn it off.

She has this power over me, and I need to exert my power over her. I need to know that she wants me just as badly, that she’ll tear herself to pieces for me, just like I’ll do for her.

Feverishly, I unlock the manacles so I can take her in more positions. I throw her down on the mattress and I mount her from behind. I grab that long, silvery hair and I wrap it twice around my hand, seizing it tight. Then I yank her head back as I enter her from behind, using her hair to hold her fast.

I’m fucking her hard and rough, my hips slamming into her ass. I can never decide my favorite position with her, because each one feels the best in the moment. Right now, the sight of her tight waist flaring out to that luscious, heart-shaped ass brings out a primal lust that makes me grunt and rut like an animal.

I’m already sweating and I’m dying to explode inside of her, but I refuse to do it.

I’m taking everything tonight.

I pull out of Yelena to take a short break, my cock gleaming with her wetness.

I’ve never seen it so hard. It’s standing straight out from my body, thick with veins.

Yelena turns around to look at me, sitting back on her heels. Her face is flushed and her eyes look wild.

“What do you want now?” she asks.

She’s trying to be submissive. She’s trying to show that she’s sorry.

But I still see that fire in her eyes. That look like when she stepped out into the skybox. She likes a challenge.

“Suck my cock,” I order.

Yelena looks down at my cock that’s still warm and wet from being inside her.

She doesn’t hesitate. She lays down on her stomach and takes my cock in her hand, looking up at me. She licks all the way up the length of it, from base to head. She keeps eye contact with me the entire time, while she swirls her tongue around the head, and then takes the whole thing in her mouth. She licks and sucks eagerly, using her other hand to gently cradle my balls.

It feels outrageously good. She looks up at me, watching my face to see if I like it. Watching to see if she’s pleasing me right.

I roll her over on her back and I shove my cock inside of her again. I thrust into her ten, twenty times, then I pull my cock out and bring it up to her mouth again, so she can suck me off.

I alternate between her pussy and her mouth, using them each as long as I please. I go back and forth, feeling the softness and warmth of each, bringing myself to the edge of climax over and over.

I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s insane and filthy, and I never want it to stop.

24

Yelena

I lay on the mattress, letting Sebastian alternate between fucking my pussy and fucking my mouth. At first it was strange, because I could taste myself on his cock, but it’s not actually unpleasant. I taste musky and slightly sweet. The feel of his cock thrusting into my mouth is almost as pleasurable as when he goes back to my pussy again.

My lips and tongue are swollen and sensitive, and my nipples still ache from the clothespins. Every time he starts fucking me again, my bare breasts rub against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure down my body.

I don’t know what the hell is happening to me.

I’ve been missing Sebastian so badly, I’ve been so fucking miserable thinking that he’d never touch me again, that I’d let him do anything to me. Every time he touches me, I feel such a powerful relief that it doesn’t matter if he’s rough or angry, it all feels good.

Actually, I want it rough.

I want to know that he’s feeling this just as hard as I am.

If he came down here and he fucked me coldly, clinically, I couldn’t stand it.

I want to know that he still has desire inside of him, even if it tears me apart.