Page 28 of Marked By His Touch
“I deserve it,” she says, her voice submissive, her eyes pleading.
“Fuck yes, you do,” Cavill snaps. He brings the flogger down on her bare buttock, leaving a long, red mark.
He takes the silver device from her hand. Nadia is still bent over, her body a canvas of pleasure and pain. He begins tomove it in and out of her dripping pussy, faster and harder than she had before. He slams it into her, his movements relentless, making her scream with delight.
I look around the room, searching for an escape. Is this place soundproof?It has to be.
Nikolai moves closer, his body pressing against mine, and his breath intensifies on my neck.
Cavill kneels between Nadia’s legs, his tongue now darting out, swirling around her clit, a tantalizing counterpoint to the rhythmic pounding of the device. His tongue moves faster and faster, driving her closer to the edge.
Nadia lets out a groan, a deep, primal sound that echoes through the room. Then, with a final, shuddering orgasm, she comes hard, her muscles twitching and tensing; before she relaxes, her body is spent.
I am both embarrassed and fascinated, my body responding to the scene unfolding before me. My legs feel weak as if they are about to give way. I know I have to get out, but the fear and excitement hold me captive.
“They are not done,” Nikolai says, pointing at the sweaty couple.
Cavill stands behind Nadia, grabbing his giant cock, his hand tracing the lines of her body. His callous hands caress her buttocks, moving towards her little hole.
“Shit, yes,” he moans, and he spits on his fingers and pushes them to her tight hole, ready to soften her up. He inserts a finger in her back entrance, twisting it around in soft motions.
“Mmmhh,” Nadia hums, a smooth sound.
After a while, he enters two fingers, and his movement becomes faster, his finger fucking her behind.
“Fuckin’ tight ass hole here. Come sample, Niko.”
“Not today,” Nikolai’s deep, husky voice rumbles from the corner. I feel his gaze on me, but I don’t dare turn around. “I havecompany.”
The way he says the word chills me.
Cavill shrugs and pulls out his fingers. Instead, he enters her in one hard thrust with his stiff pulsating cock, his hips grinding against hers, his hand gripping her hip, his other hand working her slit.
“Uhmm,da,” Nadia moans.
Cavill slaps her across her butt cheek with a flat hand, the impact leaving a red mark. The scene is both exhilarating and horrifying. My body throbs and I feel a strange sense of numbness, as if my senses are overloaded.
Nadia arches against him, meeting his thrusts with her own. His fingers slam into her pussy, working them back and forth, pushing her over the edge once more.
“You fuck-girl,” Cavill says, a smile spreading across his face. It is the first time I have seen him smile, and it is a terrifying sight. It’s like a glimpse of the animal beneath the veneer of control. His hand tighten, his movements gaining a fierce urgency. He leans down, his breath hot against her, “You like this, don’t you? The pain, my punishment.” He presses his lips against her neck, a quick, bruising kiss, “You crave this pain.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Nadia moans, a guttural sound that sends shivers down my spine. Her body is tense, her fingers digging into the white leather as if she is trying to claw her way out of the suffocating pleasure.
He slaps her buttock again, “That’s Doctor Cavill to you,” he commands.
“Sorry, Doctor Cavill,” she pants.
I watch, my breath catching in my throat. The scene is both repulsive and exhilarating. I want to look away, to cover my eyes, but I can’t.
Nikolai’s hand slides down my arm, his touch unexpectedly gentle. “You will learn,” he murmurs. “You learn to crave this, doll.”
I shudder, his words sinking into me like a poisoned dart. I want to scream, to tell him that I never want to learn this, that I want nothing to do with this world. But the words are trapped in my throat, choked by fear and the overwhelming sensation of being entirely out of control.
Cavill sweats as he pounds into Nadia. One hand travels down her belly, gripping her breast hard, playing with her nipple, tearing off the clamp. Nadia groans. “Ouch.”
“You—” He gasps, “fuckin’—deserve it. You fuckin’ like it!”
He tenses, pushing deep into her, all his muscles straining. Nadia takes him, arching against him, her body taut. He lets out a groan as he empties himself inside her; his body is tense, like a coiled spring, before he relaxes, bending over her.
