Novak Read Free Page B

hand trembles as I work with the buttons on my white dress shirt. I feel a chill as it drops to the floor at my feet. I hatethis bastard right now . I unzip my skirt and let it fall.
    His voice cuts through the air, “I don’t like pantyhose and the next time you wear them, I will cut them from your body and gag you with them! Do you understand me?”
    “Yes” I spew, eyeing him with utter contempt.
    “Yes, Sir! Say it, young lady!”
    “Yes, Sir!” I hiss at him through clenched teeth.
    “From now on, you will wear black, opaque thigh highs and if you wish to wear any other color, then it will be necessary to get my permission.”
    My next words are out of my mouth before I can even think about them. “How long does this little arrangement last? I’m not used to asking permission for what color hose I wear for the day.”
    I see a dark cloud pass over his visage and it sends a chill down my spine. I want to grab my clothing and run out the door.
    “Repeat to me what I just said to you. Now, young lady!”
    “I’m not permitted to wear anything but black, opaque thigh highs, unless I get permission from the great and terrible one,” I smirk.
    He comes up out of the chair so fast I never see him coming. He literally grabs me by the hair and drags me, caveman style, to the bed.
    In one swift move, he tosses me over his knee and commences wearing my ass out with his bare hand.
    By the time he is finished, I am sobbing like a baby. That fucking hurt—badly.
    He tosses me onto the bed and all but tears my hose off of me.
    “Don’t you dare fucking move,” he hisses as he removes his clothes. “Look at me!”
    I groan, as I look up at him and I see the smirk on his face.
    “I will break you down right into submission, girl.”
    He spreads my legs and bends my knees back. As if reading my mind, he speaks, “Don’t you dare close your legs. I want to see my new property, purchased and paid for in full with all that book money.”
    A wave of humiliation spreads through me. It is embarrassing enough to be spread open in broad daylight, but to be so blatantly informed that I am nothing more than merchandise to him has me simultaneously cringing in mortification and shaking with rage. This guy certainly isn’t shy when it comes to sex. He is the most uninhibited person I have ever had the displeasure of meeting.
    The bastard eyes me and leers. He is licking his lips and staring at my pussy, purposely trying to get a rise out of me. He knows I’m humiliated and he likes it.
    “You better not close those legs,” he says, as if daring me to disobey him. He is talking while he undresses and I can’t help but stare. Fuck, he looks good… and I mean rock star good. He has various tattoos that I’m sure have meaning for his allegiance to Bratva. He’s ripped from top to bottom with sinewy muscle. His cock is huge and jutting out like a pierced weapon intent on violating and doing me bodily harm. I can’t help but wonder if getting that piercing hurt.
    He mounts me, using his balled fists to hold his torso up so that he can watch my face as he fucks me. He studies my every expression. The entire time, from his initial thrust that had me gasping at the size of his cock, until my eyes roll back into my head from the pleasure, he watches me. Oddly enough, the way he searches my face is making the act of fucking feel much more intimate.
    The man feels so, so, so good.
    I have never had a man take me like this man is taking me right now, and as badly as I want to not enjoy what he is doing to me, I can’t fight it. He is fucking me like I have never been fucked before and that cock piercing feels so damn good.
    As if reading my mind, he speaks, “You like what I’m doing to you. By the time that I am done with you, you will crave my cock, girl. I’ve spent a lifetime studying women and I can pleasure you in ways you’ve never experienced. I will subject you to pain too, just because I like it and your body is mine