MALAYINA
May 16th 2018
I laugh, my throaty, snarky voice filling the room as my face is pressed against the wall. "You do not scare me, especially when all I stand to lose is my virginity, which I hate to inform you," I snicker, "but it is the twenty-first century, and..." I allow my words to linger between us, sensing him glaring into the back of my head. "We freely give it away," I am at odds with him, lying through my teeth.
I feel him slide his cock between my pussy lips, the tip of his cock massaging my clit, and I feel myself coating him in my arousal as I breathe out a snarl and my eyelids flutter back.
"Am I turning you on, Mikros?" He grunts loudly in my ear. "I can feel you soaking me like a cascading waterfall." He hisses in my ear, his hot breath fanning my exposed skin as he continues to caress me with long strokes.
"My body is a treacherous vessel; it appears to have its own mind." I retaliate by pushing against the wall, and he slams me against it. "That's all you'll ever own, Amar." a soft moan escapes my lips. "Is my body, never my heart or my mind,"
His lips plant feather-light kisses along my feverish skin, igniting a fire within me that I'm doing everything I can to suffocate, but I'm gradually losing the battle within.
His hands explore my body, trailing up and down my torso, over every dip and curve my eighteen-year-old body has to offer a man like Amar. My hips begin to rock back and forth on their own accord, grinding against his shaft, yearning for his touch.
"Don't stop, Mikros," he says huskily, "ride my cock, take what you need from me so I can do the same to you." His teeth nip at my flustered skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"Shut up," I snap, cursing myself for savagely grinding against him. "this is what you want isn't it?" I attempt to sway my actions in his favour. "Or should I continue telling you how much I despise you or how much you make me sick?" I moan as he pulls away and I reach behind me, grabbing onto his shirt in an attempt to keep him from abandoning me in a vulnerable state of need.
The tip of his cock enters me, and I gasp at the foreign intrusion he bestows upon me. "I can feel you clamping down on me like a second layer of skin." He groans as if he is suddenly in agony.
I place both of my hands flat on the wall above my head, spreading my fingers as he thrusts into me with the tip of his cock only and my pussy aches, it throbs with need, and I use all of my willpower to keep myself from slamming against him. He is torturing me with new sensations that have me panting, a need to be taken forcefully by him turns me on, and I begin to wonder if there is something psychologically wrong with me.
"You will grow to respect me, love me and soon realise you cannot live without me." His fingers comb through my hair, yanking back my head as his lips caress my earlobe. "Your emotions will mirror mine and together we will take down my pappoùs, we will avenge your mother's death." His voice is firm, dominant and sincere.
Telling me exactly what I want to hear.
My hand curls into a fist, nails puncturing the palm of my hand, and I slam it against the wall resulting in debris cracking around my hand. A chill runs down my arm, spreading across my chest, and up my other arm, hardening my nipples.
"You're telling me exactly what you believe I want to hear." I grit my teeth and pant, attempting not to fall to my knees as I feel myself plunging into my climax.
"Ochí, mikros, I have never been so serious in my life." He takes a step back, and I am immediately struck by the chill he leaves behind. "Turn around and look at me." He states with a commanding tone of voice.
I do as I'm told and turn to face him, my heart pounding in my ears. I'll never get tired of looking at him, or into his captivating Emerald green eyes, or hearing his Godforsaken accent.
"You will never fully comprehend the reasons for what I have done, Gods!" He runs his fingers through his hair with frustration, then raises his eyes to the ceiling before returning his gaze to me. "You are like a thorn in my side; I attempted to forget you for many years, but the updated photos that kept coming in..." He reaches out, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my cheek as his eyes soften. "I simply could not." His hand slips from my face, and he pulls his pants up again before bending down and starting to pull mine up.
"Come," he says, taking my hand in his and leading us to the bed, where we sit on opposite ends of the mattress, facing each other.
"Let me take you back to the beginning, to the point where I remember what happened between our families and why I became obsessed with you." His eyes smile at me while his chiselled cheekbones discolour a faint shade of pink as a result of his abrupt confession.
I bite my bottom lip, trapping it between my teeth as I nod my head, fearful that I may say something stupid and jeopardise my opportunity of ever hearing the truth about his motives while he is in a vulnerable state of mind.