To be honest, the panties had seen better days. They were old and threadbare, but still, a person shouldn’t be able to rip material right off someone’s body, right?
He took the graying, ugly underwear and scrunched them into his fist, then shocked me by putting them to his face. He stuck his nose into the fabric and breathed in deeply again.
I couldn’t look away. It felt wicked. It felt sublime.
“I’m keeping these. The toll for walking the road to hell with me,” he said, then shoved the ball of panties into his pocket.
“What now?” I wondered, dazed and barely catching my breath.
“Now I help you see God,” he said cryptically, then took both my legs, his hands snaking behind my knees, and pulled.
My ass shot forward until it hovered on the edge of the chair. He hooked each knee over an armrest and spread me wide.
I cringed, and embarrassment filled me. I felt exposed. I felt everything all at once.
Then Massimo trailed his fingers up my inner thigh, and I forgot how to think. He sank his fingers through the curls of my pussy and found my slick, wet folds. He explored, coating his fingers in me, while I squirmed, desperate for more and afraid of it at the same time.
One finger pressed inside me, and I jolted against him.
He swore softly. “We’re going to need to stretch this little cunt out before you can take me. It feels like you’re going to snap my finger right off,” he gritted out.
“You have big fingers,” I protested.
He chuckled. “Oh, baby, you haven’t seen big yet, but you will.”
I rolled my eyes at him as he shallowly thrust that finger inside. Of course he was huge. The guy got his confidence from somewhere.
Then his thumb found my clit, and he slid a second finger inside me. I tensed up, crying out.
“How sweet you sound when you’re wet and desperate, humping my hand.” Massimo’s smirk was infuriating.
I wanted to slap him. I wanted to kiss him.
He circled my clit, thrusting into me with his fingers, while his other hand went to my sensitive breasts. He tweaked one nipplebetween nimble fingers and lowered his mouth to the other breast.
It was all too much. The onslaught felt merciless. I was rising on a relentless wave of pleasure. There was no escape from the feelings. My pussy throbbed, my breasts were aching, and I knew that I was going to come.
The rising sensation was scary but exhilarating, like reaching the top of a roller coaster and feeling afraid and giddy all at once. I writhed like a wild thing, only held in place by my restrained hands. I was humping his hand at this point, a loud squelching sound filling the air.
“That’s you, my little stray. That’s you and how much you enjoy my touch,” he murmured against my collarbone, and then put his face right in front of mine.
“I-I’m going to—” I trailed off, mortified but too far gone to pull back from the brink.
“Hmm, yes you are, you’re going to come, flood this godforsaken chair with your sweet juices, and think of me when you do. Got it?”
I nodded, too lost in sensation to really understand his words. If he’d told me to jump off the roof after this, I’d probably agree at this point.
“Okay, baby, come. Come for me, with my name on your lips and my fingers in your cunt... knowing while you do exactly who you now belong to.”
Then he kissed me, his hand moving lightning-fast and pushing me right over the top of that wave. I was poised at the top, body contracting, blood rushing, and then I was falling. I exploded around his hand, wetness coating my thighs, the chair, the floor. Massimo kissed me through it and then rested his forehead on mine, drinking down my expression as I came and came.
“Massimo—Mass!” I sobbed out, overcome with the feeling. My body felt like a stranger’s. Until I met this man, I’d never known it was capable of such pleasure. Just the idea of sex had been tainted for so long. It had been twisted and perverted by evil men... which had made something so beautiful feel shameful.
“How can a sin feel so, so good?” I said into his neck when the pulsing in my body had ebbed a little.
“It’s no sin, Katarina. It’s a blessing. And you are no sinner.”
He drew back and hooked a hand around the back of my neck, holding my head captive. He looked me right in the eye.