Her cheek pressed into the cold surface as Serge spread her legs and plunged inside of her without any warning. Swift pleasure filled her and brought her head off the counter. He shoved her back down and kept a hand on her back. She could do nothing but take the savage thrusts of his cock.
"Please," she whispered, wanting to move.
He withdrew from her body. She squirmed, scared he'd left, but his hand remained on her back.
"This is what you want, and I can give it to you." He stroked the rounded curve of her hip. "Challenge me, and I'll fight back."
She nodded, scraping her cheek. "I want...."
His body leaned over her back, and he used his weight to pin her down. Defenseless and at his mercy, she braced for each movement. She'd changed her mind.
She couldn't walk away from him.
She couldn't walk away from this.
Oh, my God. What was wrong with her? The more he scared her, the more she felt...loved.
"That's it," he whispered in her ear. "I can give you everything you crave and have never received."
"Please." She used all her strength to buck her hips, reminding him where she wanted him.
A resounding slap against flesh filled the room. A split second later, energy and pain radiated up her back, and she arched off the counter. His hand hitting her ass came so fast, only afterward had the burn hit the surface.
Instead of moving away from the pain, she clawed at the counter. Her pussy dripped with her arousal. No one had ever spanked her before.
Serge pushed her down, plunged into her, and his harsh breath swept over her shoulder. Her nipples ached underneath her, and she squirmed, liking the way her whole body seemed under attack and not understanding why she'd enjoy what he was doing to her.
He grunted, skidding her inches against the tile, making her skin burn as the ceramic pieces pulled against her skin. "Trust me."
With his declaration, she let herself go. She floated, yet felt him holding her down, not letting her wander away to where she could become lost. The length of his cock stroked her inside, letting her know she wasn't alone. She gave herself to Serge.
His fingers dug into the back of her upper thighs, not letting her get away. The reminder that he controlled every move she made burned deep, scarring her for anything less. She wanted proof that he'd be there, a reminder of where he'd taken her, and as he dragged her back hard to meet his penetration, she came.
Every inch of her cried in pleasure. Her voice filled the room. Her skin, hot and tight, screamed out for more. Her insides exploded, sending every emotion straight to her chest, and killing her in the most pleasurable way possible.
Barely able to make a conscious thought, she closed her eyes and smiled as he released his pleasure inside of her. She wanted to tell him how she felt, and reassure him she'd never ignore him again, but all she could muster up the strength to do was whisper, "I trust you."
But, she wasn't sure if he heard her or she imagined the whole thing.
