Taken as payment II

By the fifth day, Charlotte had stopped flinching whenever Maksim entered a room she was in.

By day seven, she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t watching him. She couldn’t even figure him out if she tried. He had eaten her out four days ago and left her alone after that? She didn’t understand it and she didn’t know exactly how to bring it up.

Was he playing a game with her?

If so, was she losing?

By day ten, she wasn’t even sure what she was feeling anymore. She pressed her legs together whenever he spoke around him. She felt the same way she had felt back when his mouth was on her.

Maksim thoroughly enjoyed the confusion on Charlotte’s face whenever she looked at him. It was almost like she had a sexual awakening and wasn’t sure what to do with it.

So on the eleventh day, he kept her door unlocked and sat downstairs in only a pair of sweatpants, ink covering the upper part of his body. She wouldn’t run anyway. Even if she did, she wouldn’t get far. She’d have to run for an hour before she’d see the next house. The woods surrounding the house would slow her down.

This was his safe house and where he’d decided to hold her hostage, knowing her father could never try to get her from there. He quickly learned that this father didn’t give a shit about his daughter.

At midnight, he heard footsteps on the stairs. He didn’t turn around.

She appeared in front of him, wearing his shirt again. That was all she had to wear. He liked seeing her in his shirt so he didn’t bother getting her clothes. It was easier that way. She once tried to wear his sweatpants but no matter how much she tightened the drawstrings, the pants still rolled down her waist.

“Y-you,” she cleared her throat, her voice coming out steadier. “You left the door open.”

“Would you have preferred I locked it?”

She shook her head, her cheeks flushing in the dim light. “I keep thinking about your mouth…”

He stood up. She froze, but didn’t back away. “Go on, malyshka.”

“I want you… to do it again.”

He moved before his brain caught up. He gripped the back of her thighs, her legs wrapping around him instantly. He backed her up against the nearest wall and kissed her like it was a punishment. He’d been holding back for days and she felt it.

She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

When he broke away, she was panting, her eyes filled with lust. Maksim smirked. “Run,” he whispered against her lips.

Her eyes went wide.

“If you get to the gate before I catch you, I’ll let you go. Your father will be free too.”

Her breath hitched. She looked at him like she didn’t like the idea. “And if you catch me?”

Maksim’s smile was slow and dangerous. “I fuck you raw in the snow until the only name you ever remember is mine.” He leaned forward, dropping his head until his mouth was right against her ear. “Then I’ll make you watch it.”

He took a step back.

A beat passed, then another.

She bolted.

He threw his head back and laughed. She was one kinky motherfucker.

She was quite fast for a small person but he gave her a ten-second head start because he wasn’t a completely horrible person.

When his inward counting reached zero, he took long strides towards the door.

The cold hit him hard when he stepped outside. He followed her footprints down the steps and into the tree line.

She’d made it halfway to the gate before he saw her. She was giving it her all. She was really into it. Her hair was all over the place. His T-shirt on her had ridden up and her bare ass was visible.

He sucked in a sharp breath, then ran after her.

Maksim kept a steady pace behind Charlotte, letting her think she had a chance. She was almost at the gate when he hit her from behind. She screamed as she fell onto the snow and he landed on top of her. She sounded exhilarated.

“Caught you.” He snarled, grinding his hips against hers so she knew just how hard the chase made him.

She looked up at him and her lips parted just enough to let a low moan slip through.

“Say it.” He demanded through gritted teeth.

She didn’t even pretend to fight it. “Please fuck me, Maksim.”

He ripped the T-shirt, satisfaction washing over him as the buttons scattered over the snow.

Her breasts spilled free, her nipples hard from the cold. He leaned down and captured one in his mouth, sucking it hard enough to bruise while his hand shoved his sweatpants just enough to free his cock.

He pressed himself up against her entrance. She was dripping. She had loved the chase just as much as he did. He coated himself with her juices and drove in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Her back arched off the snow. She screamed so loud that he was certain she’d lose her voice the next day.

Maksim groaned as she tightened around him like a vice. He found her tightness delicious and stayed still as he waited for her to get used to the intrusion. Snowflakes melted on her face. He wiped it away gently. “Is this your first time?”

She whimpered, nodding.

He grinned. “I’ll make sure you remember it for a long time.”

“Move,” she begged.

Maksim fucked her like he hated her. His strokes were long and deep enough to seem like a punishment, his piercings dragging inside her. Her fingers dug into his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

He was honored to be her first.

He wrapped a hand around her throat, pressing just hard enough for her to feel it. “I’m going to fill this virgin cunt and you’re going to take every bit of it.”

As if his words triggered her, she came with a cry.

Maksim didn’t stop. He fucked her through her orgasm, pulled out, flipped her around, and slid into her again.

One hand fisted her hair, pulling harshly while his other hand gripped her hip, keeping her in place as he fucked her thoroughly until she was letting go again.

Her second orgasm triggered his.

As promised, he buried himself as deep as possible and spilled with a roar that had the birds flying away.

After a minute, he pulled away, watching his cum drip from her swollen pussy. He ran his hand up her thigh, gathering it, then he turned her around and fed it into her mouth.

She sucked his fingers like a professional.

“Mine,” he growled. “You’re all mine.”

Charlotte nodded her head in agreement.