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go.
This is insane."
     

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Jesus, what was
wrong with her? Neeve buried her head in Grisha's shoulder and tried to lower her legs, but she
should have known he wouldn't let her. His hold on her increased, and he pinned her back against the wall, while he barked an order at the man
who interrupted her. A man who no doubt had a perfect view of her shaven pussy
barely covered by the lacy thong she wore. Or he would have if Grisha had not chosen that moment to thrust his groin as
close to her as was humanly possible. The seam of his jeans ground into her
clit and caught at her piercing. The little tug of pain made her moan, and she
couldn't help but wiggle her hips against him to increase the delicious
pressure.
    The deep, animalistic
growl erupting from his chest caused more of her juices to flood her pussy, and
she hastily followed his order of, "Hang on to me, sweetheart. We need to
take this to the dungeon."
    The way he said the word dungeon sent a shiver down her body, as images of him in another dungeon
filled her mind. The barely functioning rational side of her brain screamed at
her what the fuck she was doing, but her body just wasn't listening. Being this
close to him, the need to stay in his arms consumed her. Her empty pussy ached
to be possessed by this man. The heat of his thick, rock hard cock burned her
through his jeans, and when he placed her on the huge bed dominating one side
of the room, she didn't want to lose the contact. He chuckled into her neck and
licked the sensitive skin. The curiously rough texture of his tongue sent her
nerve endings tingling, and she locked her ankles behind his butt, and ground
her clit against him again.
    God, she was so
close, so damn close, if only…
    Her eyes flew open, and
the world tilted when he disentangled himself from her in one easy move. Before
she knew what happened he had her lying over his knees, her dress pulled up to
her hips, thong pulled down to her knees pinning them together. One of his arms
over her back held her down.
    "Don't move,
sweetheart, or this will hurt." She froze. Surely he wouldn't spank her?
And why did the thought of that make more of her juices leak out of her? Why
was she not screaming no, or red, or whatever the hell one screamed in such
circumstances? Instead, she was in danger of staining his jeans with her
arousal.
    "Don't you dare
spank me. I'm not five years old!" Even to her own ears the protest sounded feeble, and Grisha swatted her ass several times in quick succession.
The force behind those swats pushed her further into his lap, and tears sprang
to her eyes. He massaged her ass cheeks, and the hot burn eased and spread in
tingles of awareness. Her pussy clamped, and she felt the wetness on the top of
her thighs.
    "Bastard! You have no
right, you … oh— What are you doing? Oh God, yes, don’t
stop."
    Grisha's amused
chuckle vibrated through her, as he trailed something cold and smooth along her
slit repeatedly. He followed the object with his fingers, the heat of those
digits burning a path of awareness along her labia. She jumped when he circled
her clit, and he murmured his approval at her panted reaction. She tried to
push herself against that hand, and she screamed in surprise when he pinched
her clit.
    "That's not the way
this works, sweetheart. You'll come when I let you, not before, and not until
you tell me the truth."
    Again he traced her slit
with the object, and Neeve bucked when it started
vibrating. He pushed the toy slightly into her channel, and her cunt clamped
around the barely there invasion, her internal muscles desperately trying to
pull it in further to no avail. Grisha kept it there
on the edge, driving her insane with the need to come. The orgasm hovered just
out of her reach, and she groaned her frustration to the floor, pummeling his
legs in the process.
    Another swat to the ass
was her reward. Her tender flesh stung and burned, the slight pain adding to
the assault on her