Fucked

[TheGrind]

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Weapons sponsored Dmitry’s life as he hovered over the Belorussian bubble. Born to know nothing but Russian traditions in spite of his father’s American experiences and his grandfather’s ridiculous scientific and mythological predictions, Dmitry, without a close family, understood the value of selfishness. While the unfortunate wasted their lives in lines he knew that to take what was necessary for survival was always the quickest and easiest way to get ahead, be damned the gulags!

The Communist Doctrine of communal group think failed to transform these beliefs he held so firmly. However, he had converted to the idea of Russian exceptionalism and the belief in its empire. Dmitry’s initial interest in weapons and their uses, along with the sustenance and protection they provided, propelled him in the underground’s stratosphere while enabling the Soviet Empire to maintain balance and control. The man may have never been a Communist but he understood that Communism was the mode used to make money.

Thirty-six years into life and he didn’t know how many he had left. The Soviet Empire from which he grew his enterprise shrank overnight and the political world grew a little smaller. No more would there be AK-47s sent exclusively to Africa and the Middle East. With the government’s fall and the fractured states that developed under Yeltsin, weapons of varying importance and price began to disappear from the former Soviet Union’s stockpile. Dmitry was constructing the rules to a new world.

Hell came every winter and muddied every spring but the bullet managed to celebrate every season. Dmitry made the best of his world even though the sun had rarely shown upon it. Dark nights and black ink alleys became his office while run-down hotel rooms had served as his home as he hopped from one city to the next. There was always one more payday he wanted, one more sale, one more piece of weaponry to lay his hands on. Plenty of his money lied in Switzerland where the new Russian democracy wouldn’t be able to take it. But it wasn't solely the money he wanted. What he wanted was simply: More.

In an aged car he pulled into the small parking lot with his ride along. The brakes squealed as he applied pressure, killing the engine in front of a broken building.

“Stay here,” he instructed his passenger as he opened his car door. Immediately the cold Minsk winter rushed into the semi-warmth of the car as exited, taking the car keys with him. He’d left his rider alone, leaving her subject to the wrath of cold northern winds.

Dmitry walked around the front of the car and pushed past the ramshackle door and stepped inside the dimly lit lobby. After a few minutes inside where he could hardly be seen through the dusty, dirty windows he had reappeared outside.

Returning to the scene he left he moved toward the driver’s side only to say, “Let’s go. We have a room.” With as much ceremony he slammed the car door hard, knowing it’d take plenty of effort to make it stick. The message to the passenger would be as much kindness as he was willing to give. And it was more than he usually offered. The whore was lucky he gave that much; the wind bit like a bitch.

Back inside the building he climbed a few flights of stairs until he came across the room. It’d be a temporary place where he’d keep them for a week depending on how well the deal would go tomorrow night. Pushing the key into the lock he shoved the door open revealing a world no more spectacular than the one he knew the night before. A small television with an antennae sat on a broken dresser and not two feet from the screen was the foot of the bed. A couch and table both littered the far side of the room near a window which was barred. Not that it bothered him. Fires were the least of his worries and he enjoyed the life, as much as a man like Dmitry could enjoy anything.

“Get in here,” he barked. “And shut the fucking door.”

 

[TheGrind]

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[RainingHeat]

“Get in here,” he barked. “And shut the fucking door.”

His voice went right thru her, it always did. It held no kindness, no warmth. His voice was as harsh and cold as a blizzard in the month of January. But then again, Alex was no warm and fuzzy girl looking for a warm and fuzzy guy.

Hell, Alex wasn't looking for any guy for that matter. She was perfectly fine all by herself, and preferred it that way. But in this day and age, being alone often times meant being dead. And for a female alone, dead was the kinder of the available options.

Alex had seen far to much, had experienced far too much. Perhaps she would be better off dead. Dead was peaceful, dead was calm, dead meant that one could no longer get hurt, either physically or mentally. Dead was...... Dead.

She had been nearly dead when Dmitry had stumbled upon her. And stumble he did, obviously looking for a warm place for the night, he had found so much more. Alex, well, she was naked, save for the blood that stained her skin and the fur coat she had managed to gather about herself. The blood was not hers. She was battered and bruised, yes, but had shed none of her own blood. The blood that soaked her belonged to the 4 men who lay dead all about her. It was quite the scene, and one had to wonder what happened, and how had one girl managed to slaughter 4 pretty burly men. Dmitry had sought shelter in the basement that he found her in. The thick steel door propped open. There was a lock on this door, used to lock someone within, not necessarily keep someone out. On the floor, besides the dead men, was a mattress, bucket, a table with a couple of paper plates and a cup. Attached to the wall, several hooks with chains and cuffs dangling from them, along with some leather binding straps. All used to secure someone, that someone being her, for use. And use her they did.

Tied to the mattress, chained to the wall, strapped over the table.

Her screams, her cries, heard by no one. No one would be helping her. No one would save the day. There were no heros in this world anymore.

She had to save herself.

The only way she had managed to kill all 4 men was by catching them by surprise. During the last "visit", Alex had managed to quickly procure a dagger from the boot of one of the men. He, of course had taken his boots off while he "visited" her, strapping her over the wooden table, ass exposed, the feel of his hand striking an ass cheek, his dirty laugh before he plunged his thick member deep inside her waiting pussy. She was dry, always dry, when they started with her, and it hurt. Hell, it hurt alot!!! Screaming out, Alex cried into the table while the man road her, pounding in and out, and even tho her body responded, it had no choice, the slickness did not alleviate the pain and humiliation she felt every time she was raped like this. He fucked her so hard, and expelled his seed so hard, that he collapsed to his knees behind her, panting and gasping. The other 3 just laughed, having watched, and waited for their turn. It mattered not that Alex had not climaxed, it never did.

They had gotten complacent with her, and that was their error in judgment.

The 2nd man had unstrapped her from the table, of course with the intent of using her himself, but quick as a flash, he and the others never expected her to move quite that fast, with quite that detemination, Alex had snatched the dagger from the boot nearby, and struck, the blade easily carving into and thru his intestines, upwards into his belly, effectively gutting him right then and there. She had seen the handle gleaming in the little bit of light that came thru the open door. The idea formed in her mind in a heartbeat. All before that man could even yell a warning, the blood spewing forth in a great crimson gush. The others, caught completely off guard, charged, but Alex was quick, and deadly. She had been planning for this since last she could remember. She was not about to let the opportunity pass her by. These were not clean kills, nor instant. And Alex, she did not escape unscathed, having been struck, and viciously kicked during the attack. The kick was what incapacitated her. The last man, bleeding profusely from a belly wound, had kicked the downed Alex before reaching for his shotgun, which he had left at the door. Again, even tho wounded, the others dead, he underestimated the girl, and when he turned away, he shouldn't have, but when he did, she pounced, severing his hamstring which quickly brought the man down. She was on him, stabbing him in the back over and over until he stopped moving. Strangely enough, she was silent the whole time. But, she too was wounded and winded, naked, and soaked in blood, their blood. And the cold, the cold came rushing in the open door. The cold would be the one to kill her, if she cold not get on her feet and get out of there. Or at least get the door closed. But the attack had taken it's toll, that and her adrenalin was gone. Weakned, she had no more strength to even close the door against the cold. Maybe that was what saved her, If you can call being with Dmitry, saved. Had the door not been open, Dmitry would not have investigated.
That was where Dmitry found her. Covered in blood, and nearly dead from the cold.

He was not much better than most of the men that now roamed the cities. He was not much better than the 4 men who had held her captive, except, he did not keep her captive, and he kept her warm and fed. For the moment, she stayed with him of her own free will. Alex knew that to survive in this world, she could no longer be alone. She preferred it, but it would not serve to allow her to survive. He was the only reason she lived now.

Alex was not a fan of Dmirty, but she hated death even more. So she would accompany Dmitry, and satisfy his many..... needs..... for now. It was easier to pleasure one, than many, that was for sure.

This night was no different, other than than the fact that it was fucking freezing outside. But, as always, he had found a place for them to hold up for a while, and hopefully, it would be warmer in there than it was out here.

“Get in here,” he barked. “And shut the fucking door.”

Alex slammed the door behind her, the loud thud reverberating thru the hall. The room was small, dirty, but at least it was inside and had a bed.

"fuck you" she snarled at him, thinking for a moment how ironic that particular phrase was. She hated it when he barked at her, like she was a stupid, common whore. His voice grated on her, went right thru her. But, given the circumstances, she was his. She had no where else to go. He had found her, and he had saved her.

The long, dirty fur coat she was wearing was left in a heap on the floor. She was desperate to clean herself up, but of course, there was no running water. Another night of melting snow, just to wipe another layer of dirt off her skin. With a sigh, she sat down on the bed, sizing up the room, and waiting to see what his "plans" were for the evening. He was in command, she was merely along for the ride, and as his entertainment. She pulled the hat off her head, giving it a shake, allowing the long, crimson red tendrils of her hair to fall free. That was another "liability" of hers, her red hair. It tended to attract attention, and always it was the wrong kind of attention.

"well" she looked at him, as if knowing full well what was going to be happening for the remainder of the night.

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[TheGrind]

‘Fuck you,’ she had said. He still heard it, allowing a wry smile to cross his face as he secured the room and its key, knowing full well that she would be fucking him by the start of their stay. There was so much to do and plan for in this place but he didn’t want to think of those things now. 4 AM would come winding through the night quickly enough on its own, it didn’t need any help, nor did it do any good, if Dnmitry thought about it all night. That’s what his bitch was good for. Taking his mind off of things he didn’t care to think about.

After Alex had followed him into the room he shut the door behind her, collapsing their world into a tiny hole of Hell. Locking the door with the chain and the knob he knew neither was enough to keep someone out if they really wanted to come in. The door was rotten and weak from years of abuse and the room was little better. But the locks weren’t secure because he couldn’t handle himself, or because he didn’t carry his own weapons, rather he didn’t want his fucking to be interrupted by some drunk who happened to cross the wrong door.

Turning around to face his girl he crossed the room toward the bed, kicking her fallen coat off to the side as he approached the bed. There was little doubt what he wanted. Hell, it was the only reason he kept her around. And because hookers who sought him out a second time were hard to find indeed. Alex was his cheap fuck every night of the week and she seemed to be able to take whatever kind of abuse he gave her and in return he provided her a false sense of security.

“Well, what?” he bit back, as though she didn’t know what he expected of her. Dmitry shed his coat, tossing it over onto a chair. Then he kicked off his boots, letting them fly into a corner, near the hinges of the door.

Then he looked at her expectantly, “Take off your fucking clothes.”

 

[RainingHeat]

“Take off your fucking clothes.”

She ran her hand up and thru her long, red hair, feeling the tendrils curling thru those slender lengths. A snide remark formed on her lips, but she bit it back. She could push him, often she did. But it was brutally cold out there, and it would not be beyond him to throw her out in it, naked, to teach her a lesson. Remember, she hated death, much more than her dislike for Dmitry...

Getting off the bed, she strolled across the room, turning slowly. She would start at the bottom and work upwards. Turning her back to him, so that he got a good view of the jean covered curve of her ass, she bent over, slowly unzipping each leather, and fur covered boot that she wore, sliding them off her feet. The floor was chilled, even thru her socks, which came off next. Despite the slight cold of the floor, it did feel good to get those damned boots off.

Keeping her back to him, she then unzipped her jeans, and again, giving him the show she was sure he wanted, she pushed them down over her smooth skinned ass, altho there were scars that alighted the supple flesh, from before, and even from him. Bending, she let the jeans sink to her feet, stepping out of them. Panties were a luxury, which she did not have, so as she remained bent for a few moments, clearly visible was the tight hole of her ass, as well as the soft, downy curls that decorated her pussy. The lips were reddening, her own excitement beginning to show, she was a living, breathing, woman after all, droplets clinging to the delicate skin and curls.

She then stood straight, and turned, slipping the black sweater easily up and over her head, revealing her large, heavy breasts, again, bras were a luxury that she did not have. The cool chill of the air dancing over the nipples, they peaking, deepening in color. As she tossed the sweater aside, she slowly approached him, her body undulating, breasts swaying with her motion.

Most women, if they didn't know Dmitry, would sashay up to him, maybe push her naked body against him, or push him down onto the bed and perhaps sidle into his lap.

Alex knew better than to even guess what he may have wanted when it came to sex. He decided... so she slowly walked up to him and stopped, waiting to see what flavor of fucking, or anything else he may have wanted this night, he would decide to inflict on her.

 

[TheGrind]

Alex knew how to appease him that was easily enough seen from how she elaborately presented herself. Whatever words she had to hide or how much she detested her situation she did it well enough to keep her in a hotel room for one more night. And her ass, pussy, mouth was his for one more night. Everyone got what they wanted in the end, even if the means were at times unsettling.

Dmitry reveled in the show she provided. He understood the routine well but seeing it like this was better than some eastern bloc hooker just tossing her clothes off to the side. Alex wasn’t far from one of those but little gestures like these helped her tilt the scale a few grams in her favor. Piece by piece the clothing eventually fell from her body until she was completely bare and had made her way in front of him. Although Dmitry didn’t jump on her right away. It wasn’t always easy to fuck with your clothes on. At least not the kind of fucking he wanted to do tonight.

Dmitry, as much as he wanted to drive into her in that moment wasn’t about to disrobe in front of her as though it were another show. But he wasn’t going to shove her into position right then either. There was plenty he was going to do to her before he had to leave in the morning and he was going to make sure he enjoyed every moment of it.

Dmitry moved in close to her, bending just slightly so his mouth fell around her exposed nipple. His tongue tasted her flesh as he bit her hard enough on her tit to leave behind teeth marks. Then as he stood up to his full height again a hand reached behind her, pulling hard on her hair, exposing the full length of her neck. With a short step forward to close the slightest added distance, Dmitry’s free hand moved to grab her throat to keep her from falling, and to keep her in his possession. Then his lips laid against hers, the pressure which surely would’ve sent her to the floor since he removed balance from her ability.

When he broke the kiss he relinquished his grip around her throat, noting the new white collar he had given her. Then his hand released hold of her hair, freeing her for the moment but in the next she would be bound by his words.

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees on that bed,” he spoke to her as though a master would speak to his pet. It was only when she would commit to this act would he begin to pull away his own clothing. She didn’t deserve to see anything. She’d feel it all soon enough. And the night had just begun.

 

[RainingHeat]

He had a peculiar look in his eyes this night, one that put Alex a bit on edge. She was not sure quite what she was seeing, but had a feeling deep in the pit of her belly that this was going to be a really long night for her.

She did not flinch when he took her nipple within the warmth of his mouth, she feeling the pressure, the heat, of his suckling, her own eyes closing as she allowed a low growling moan to ripple past her lips. She lay one hand on his head, arching her back slightly at the sensations that were radiating out from that nipple, until he bit down, she snapping open her eyes, crying out, a deep shudder passing thru her. When he released it, the peak was reddened, the marks from his teeth easily seen. As he stood to full height, clearly a head or more taller than she, his hand tangled into her long crimson mane, pulling her back painfully. She knew better than to struggle, but she could not silence the gasp and the moan that came from her lips.

He was against her then, his other hand laying claim to her throat. This was not the first time he had chosen to restrict her air, which was just what she expected, but this, this was different. His fingers did not tighten or crush, but just possessively curled around, as he leaned in and claimed her lips in a kiss. Her own parted, tongue seeking his, entwining. She was off balance, he essentially holding her up, in his embrace, as the kiss deepened, their tongues curling about each other, tasting, caressing. One thing about Dmitry, he was a fucking fantastic kisser.

When he broke the kiss, Alex stepped back, just as Dmirty released his fingers from her hair. She felt something around her throat and reached up, her eyes widening as long, slender fingers danced over the collar that now rested there...

"Dmitry?"

She knew what it was..

She knew what it meant...

It seemed, in this day... in this time... that females were one of 2 things... whores.... or enslaved.... and sometimes both. Alex detested the idea of being either, but Dmirty was giving her no real choices, and again, leaving him would most likely mean either the other, or Death..

“Turn around and get on your hands and knees on that bed,”

Alex shot him the filthiest look, and almost said something, about the collar, about his attitude. But again, the look in his eyes, she was not ready to fight with that, because she certainly didn't think she would win. She said nothing to hi command. She was not about to utter the word Master, but she had to wonder if he were expecting it.

She turned, climbing slowly, deliberately onto the bed, as if a cat, crawling onto the covers. Presenting herself on hands and knees, she lowered her head down so that her hips and ass would lift, opening, to him. The rounded globes of her ass, smooth for the most part, but there was some scarring from her experiences, her pussy lips pinkened, and slick with wetness.. breasts hanging down, swaying with her movements. She dug her nails into the bedding as she awaited his next move. She did hear him begin to disrobe....

 

[TheGrind]

“Shut up,” was the only explanation Dmitry provided when she spoke his name. The last thing he wanted was some conversation that wouldn’t change his mind. It was in moments like these, when she was stark naked in front of him, that anything she spoke instantly become garbled background noise. Protests, pleads, and in the rare instance, praises were all ignored. And it was nearly time to drill home that point.

Alex could shoot him all the dirty looks she wanted. He knew in the end she’d comply with what he wanted. And he’d get what he wanted even if he had to boot her out of the dirty room. It wasn’t like there weren’t plenty of other women walking the streets at night looking to pick up the shattered pieces left behind by the Soviet Union and Yeltsin’s seeming inability to pick them up. And if she really got on his nerves… well, there were worse places she could be.

When she submitted and turned her body away from him to attend to the bed he let his eyes cross over her naked flesh as she laid there, poised to take him in with her ass high in the air. All he was interested in right now was that pussy sitting there, waiting for him. It’d be after he was through with it the first time that he’d take out his frustrations on her tight, scarred ass.

Then piece by piece his clothing was discarded although he wouldn’t let them hit the ground. Instead he tossed them toward the table and its chair where gravity guided them to rest. When he was as naked as she was he moved toward the bed and followed her onto it. Standing on his knees behind her he grabbed her hips with both hands as he held her still. Pushing his hips toward hers his cock came into contact with her pussy. To get that initial taste of her he glided his cock against her pussy, feeling just how wet she was. And protection? There was no such thing with Dmitry.

Dmitry pulled his length away from her before driving his dick deep inside her. His hands which held her hips drew her backwards, using her body to impale itself on his cock. It didn’t take much effort or time for his entire hardened length to become buried inside her. There he held himself momentarily, dick deep inside her as a hand released its grip of her hip. And as he slowly drew back and out of her his hand came down hard upon the middle of her back. Dmitry’s fingernails dug deep into her flesh, peeling away that cosmetic layer until his hand stopped just below her waistline.

Then his body slammed hard into hers again. His free hand reaching and grabbing her hair, pulling it back tight, testing the strength of her neck. Testing her will to hold her position as began abusing her body.

 

[RainingHeat]

“Shut up,”

Oh he was in a fine mood, he was.

This was not going to be an easy night for her, she already knew that. Most were not, when with him. But, some were a bit better than others.

She felt him climb onto the bed behind her, his strong hands grasping her hips. He certainly was not gentle, his fingers digging in, bringing a soft gasp to her lips. She felt the glide of his length a moment later. Alex closed her eyes as he let that thick shaft slowly work it's way along her slit, her own wetness growing by the second. He was long and thick, and to be honest, she liked the feeling of him being inside her, her pussy tightening around him. He felt good in there, no matter how hard he took her to get in there, once inside, he felt damned good...

A moment later and she was crying out as he thrust forward, viciously pulling her back onto that thick member of his. Her pussy opened around him, the wet, heated velvet walls closing over the surface of him as he shoved his way inside. The head of him pushed against her cervix, causing a spasm to shoot thru her, her entire body shaking as she dug her nails into the bed.

He paused... God she hated when he did that... just let himself stay buried within her... she wanted him to FUCK her, wanted to feel him moving, pushing, pounding, pumping, thrusting, taking her. Not claiming her like he was doing, leaving her impaled upon his member, letting her know that her cunt was his for use, always his...

As he slowly pulled back, she let out a long keening moan, the sheathe of her sex not wishing to release his length, but being forced to, the wetness, the slickness, soaking his cock, dripping from him. The pause was excrutiating to wait thru, until he smacked his hand down upon her back, a cry of surprise and pain ripped past her lips. His fingers, nails, dug into her flesh, raking along the skin, she arching her back to his savage caress. She felt him slam back into her then, she screaming again as he tangled his thick fingers into her long red hair, yanking back, her entire body going taut, shuddering around his moving cock. She rocked with him as he used her, her pussy accepting, gripping, molding around his shaft as he pistoned in and out, she struggling to maintain her position on the bed as he pulled her back further, the collar about her throat tightening, threatening to cut off her air.

"OHHHH GODDDD" she cried out, closing her eyes as she endured the hell he had decided to put her thru, yet a wave of pleasure shot thru her as well as his cock, the girth of it, stimulated her deep inside, raking past all the nerve endings in the silken walls that wrapped tightly around him.

 

[TheGrind]

What the hell was God going to do for her? He didn’t help her out in life and he certainly wasn’t about to help her scratch that carnal itch. Dmitry held onto her hair, keeping it held back as far as he could, testing the strength of the roots of her hair. She may have been on her knees giving him what he wanted but he wasn’t about to let her rest her head just yet.

Even as he held the tension in her hair he fucked her with steady, long strokes. Each time he reeled back and slammed forward a sound of flesh flashed against the walls of the room. None of this was for her pleasure, he’d made that painfully obvious so many times before and tonight started off no different. The girl was nothing more than his toy, his whore. And it was cold nights like these when she was so fucking convenient.

With every thrust he pushed her just a little farther forward, and he was able to keep his legs moving her. It wasn’t long before her face was inches from the headboard, bouncing nearer and nearer to it with every thrust. Tonight, as with most nights, Dmitry would force her to take on the pain with the pleasure. If she wasn’t able to hold her head back she’d smack it into the wooden wall with every thrust. Just seeing her taking in the pain, or accepting it, provided him with nearly as much pleasure as her abused little pussy.

His hands returned to her hips, holding her in place. With the grip he had on her, scurrying to escape would’ve been futile. And there was little doubt the thick nails of his were going to be indented into her skin. But they would become few of many marks she’d wear by morning.

 

[RainingHeat]

Her entire body shuddered with every hard thrust of his hips, every plunge of his length deep into the depths of her. She tore into the bedding, fingers digging, her head painfully yanked back, her spine arching in that same direction. The sheathe of her sex molded around his cock as he pumped himself in and out of her, wet, soaking actually, cunt.. the heat of her body searing hot around him, that warmth radiating outward, over his turgid member, and thru every nerve ending of her own body. Alex closed her eyes, letting her cries fill the room.

He was riding her so fucking hard that her body could not help but be shoved further forward on the bed. He was strong enough to do just that and unfortunately she was NOT strong enough to prevent it. She had a random thought at that moment, what if the tables were turned, and she were ramming him with a strap on, forcing him to hit the headboard, forcing his body to shake and shudder, hearing his cries of pain, of pleasure, of need.

But that... would never happen, that was for sure.

He pushed harder, the head of him slamming into her cervix, causing a flash of that very pain she had just been thinking of inflicting on him, racing thru her body. Her outcry turned into a scream.. "GOD DAMN IT.. OHHHHHHHHhhhh" as he continued to fuck her. Yet her pussy never relented either, spasming, contracting, grasping around that length of him, massaging, warming, caressing, even if the fucking was hard and brutal, the inside of her, that velvet sheathe, accepted and enveloped, drawing him in deeper.

He released her hair finally to dig, claw his fingers, his nails into her hips. She had many a bruise, even blood had been drawn, by him and his gripping of her, this night would be no different. For a minute, she let her head drop, but the next assault of his cock into her heated cunt rammed her head into that hard headboard, to where she saw stars for a minute before she was forced to lift her head up and back, in order for the motion of his body, her body, and the wildly rocking bed to not slam her head into it a second time. Alex had to fight the pain that ripped thru her, pain, pleasure, humiliation, need... so many emotions, and this was just the beginning of the night.

 

[TheGrind]

Dmitry took some pride that he could treat a woman like shit and have her keep coming back to him. The reason didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was his for at least one more night, one more time until there wasn’t a use for her anymore.

Nothing was said on his end as she expressed her pain, her pleasure while he fucked her from behind. The only sound that came from him was the regular smacking of his skin against hers, of his hastened breathing as he took pleasure in her instant pain. When she let her head fall forward not even that would draw hesitation as he continued to ride her. If she was willing to let her head fall then he was willing to help her smack it against the headboard. Fuck her if she wanted any other position.

Then he felt it. The first trickle of blood on his fingertips. It was very minor and was noticeable only because he had managed to momentarily lose some of his powerful grip. There was little doubt more would follow through the night. But this minor thing seemed to finally slow him down.

Dmitry’s grip on his whore was strong enough to keep her in place but there wouldn’t be any more bloodletting for the next few minutes. Rather than fucking her he held himself inside her again just because he knew it would piss her off. While she would probably become annoyed or get upset his cock remained bathed in her heat. However the feeling didn’t last long before he withdrew from her body completely. A few seconds after that and it was obvious he had left the bed.

He managed to find his clothes, grabbing his belt which was still looped around his pants. His hand slid along until he found the belt buckle and he pulled it free from each loop until it was free in his hand. Then he returned to the side of the bed as he doubled the belt in his hand.

“Get over here on your knees,” was his command, followed by the crack of the belt against her ass. The sound was deafening inside the enclosed room and left an immediate red mark on her body. Then with his other hand he reached for her hair, dragging her from the bed and toward the floor whether she thought it was clean enough or not.

 

[RainingHeat]

Alex felt the trickle of blood, it was not the first time, and certainly would not be the last, trail down over her skin, a red trace that wondered almost languidly down the curve of her hip. She hissed in her breath at the sting, but in reality, it was very minor. He had been known to exact much more than that from her.

Why did she let him?

Why did she stay?

Why would she endure the pain, the humiliation?

The Devil you knew, was almost ALWAYS better than the Devil you did not. That was the most simple explanation.

And, despite what he did to her, he felt DAMNED good inside of her. He was good at fucking. And he knew it.

But... she hated it when he paused. When it came to sex, to fucking, Alex would do whatever he wanted. Most of what he demanded, she actually, deep down, enjoyed for the most part. Some, she did not, of course. But she hated it when he got her all worked up, her pussy on fire, soaking wet, twitching and convulsing around him, her body trembling, her climax building and then he would just... stop... with his cock buried balls deep, just like he was doing right now.

She could not stop the low, frustrated growl that came rumbling out of her throat. "God Damn you, Dmitry" she snarled, her body taut and shaking in her need. She gripping the sheet beneath her so hard, it tore.

Her groan followed as he pulled back and out of her. FUCK, she should have kept her mouth shut. What the hell was she thinking. He left the bed, the springs announcing that small fact. She was going to look, she was tempted, but she already had a feeling she knew what was coming. She had been with him for some time now. She heard him slip the belt free, and when the strike came, hitting the cheek of her ass full force, along with his command.... she bit back the hiss of pain that almost slipped free...

“Get over here on your knees,”

There were so many answers that came to mind, and god knows she wanted to grab that belt out of his hands and let HIM feel that hard, painful sting of leather. Hear him yelp in pain. Oh that thought made her almost smile, until he grabbed her by the hair, throwing her to the floor.

Alex fell to hands and knees.

"Okay... Dmitry... Okay" she answered, taking a deep breath as she came to rest, kneeling, her bared ass, red from that damned belt, set upon her heels, long silken, still so very soft, crimson mane flowing down the plane of her back, touching, just barely the curve of her hips. The tip of her tongue danced over her slightly parted lips, preparing, she trying to still her trembling. She had taken him in her mouth more times than she could count, and always, he delighted in nearly choking her. He was large, thick, she was sure this time would be no different.