Please let me come," she whispered softly. She was shocked at hearing the words come out of her own mouth, but the temptation to avoid pain for a few moments was overwhelming. Luka stroked his finger over her clitoris again slowly, but only once.
"Is that all you want?" he asked, and she shook her head. "Then tell me. What do you want, baby?"
Ashley closed her eyes, her cheeks burning in shame. "I need you inside me," she whispered, and he stroked her again in encouragement. She moaned in pleasure.
"You can do better than that," he whispered, and she sighed shakily. She knew what he wanted her to say.
"Please fuck me, Luka," she whispered. After another moment, she added: "hard." He growled softly at that, slid his tongue back into her mouth and kissed her, his mouth bruising hers brutally. She arched against him again and opened her mouth as she kissed back. Luka reached up and released her wrists from the rope again, then picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
He didn't speak as he carried her back to the room and locked the door behind them. He set her back down on her feet and threw her against the wall, pinning her with the weight of his body. He slid his hand into her hair, holding her so that she had to look him in the eye.
"Tell me again," he growled, his eyes burning into hers. Luka felt a wave of heated shameful pleasure ripple through her body at the thought of having to repeat herself while looking into his eyes. She remained silent for several moments, too embarrassed to say what he wanted to hear.
"Fuck me," she eventually whispered, almost too quiet for him to hear. Then louder: "Fuck me hard." Luka shuddered in response and pressed his mouth against Ashley's ear, giving her some much needed privacy without compromising the intimacy of their embrace.
"Tell me what you want," he growled again. "Do you want to be on top?"
"No," she replied, and Luka smiled against her ear.
"You want me on top of you?" he asked softly, and Ashley had to slide her hands to his shoulders and cling on to stop herself from feeling faint. "Do you want my weight on top of you, holding you down? Do you want to feel dominated, baby?"
"Oh god," Ashley whimpered as Luka whispered into her ear. "Oh please!"
Luka leaned back and looked into the girl's eyes again, let her see the look of barely-contained desire and just-controlled violence on his face. She moaned in shock, her eyes darkening in pleasure at her ability to drive him so totally wild. He grasped her chin viciously as he wiped all traces of desire from his face and replaced it with the cold brutality that had made her so wet when he first touched her. She gasped, half in fear, and half in anticipation.
Luka pulled the girl away from the wall and threw her onto the bed, turned away from her as he kicked off his boots. He turned back towards her as he dropped his knife, his gun and its holster to the floor. Ashley was sitting up in the middle of the bed, her hands braced against the mattress, and her legs slightly apart and shaking violently. She skittered as far away as possible, pressing her knees together hard as Luka unzipped his pants and stalked towards her, utterly predatory.
He grabbed her as he got onto the bed, dragged her by the legs until she was back in the middle, then forced her thighs apart. He wedged himself between her legs, tugged his underwear out of the way and pressed himself against her opening, pinning her wrists above her head. She cried out in pain as he thrust into her hard and settled his weight on top of her. Her heart was beating crazily with fear, but her body betrayed her as within what seemed like only moments, her muscles clenched around him and her back arched in orgasm.
Luka groaned in pleasure as he felt the girl's vaginal muscles contracting around his penis erratically. He continued to thrust hard inside her, waiting until she had recovered from her orgasm. When her eyes started to focus on him again, he leaned down and slid his mouth against her ear.
"Did you like that, little girl?" he growled, his voice guttural again in arousal. For the moment he had lost the ability to think in English, and had switched back to his own language. Ashley had quickly learned to expand her vocabulary of Serbian smut over the past several hours, and she was able to understand exactly what he was saying as he went on. "Do you like being held down and fucked by a killer?" The girl whined in response, arched against him as she whispered "oh yes," into his ear.
"You moan like a whore," he whispered in English, sliding his hand to her arse so that he could pull her against him even harder. "You're a beautiful, dirty little slut. Aren't you?" He switched back to Serbian for a moment as he growled "moja mala kurva" into her ear. Little Slut.
Nobody had ever spoken to Ashley like this before, and her face was burning in shame. But her body was burning twice as much as he called her a slut and a whore, and she liked it. She had never felt so desired in all her life. "Yes," she whispered in reply, and he shuddered.
"Say it," he growled, releasing his grip on her arse so that he could force her to look at him. "Tell me what a slut you are."
Ashley didn't have a clue how to go about saying this in his language, so she had to resort to English. "I'm a slut and a whore, and I need you so much! Oh god Luka, please don't stop!"
"Do you want to feel me come inside you?" he asked, his voice hoarse and his head spinning. His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure at the thought of the girl calling herself a whore for him.
"Oh god yes!" she groaned. "But please not yet!" He smiled intensely.
"You want more?" he growled, sinking his teeth into her throat.
She cried out in pain, the sound turning into a desperate cry: "Yes!"
"You still need more, little slut?" he asked. "What does that make you?"
"I'm a total whore for you, Luka," she whispered. "Oh god, please let me come!"
Luka slid his hand between their bodies and rested just to the side of Ashley's clitoris. She whined in need and he smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye.
"You're mine," he growled. "Say it." She did as he asked. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you scream for me like this every night. Do you understand?" She did. "And nobody else is ever going to touch you, do you understand that?"
Ashley whispered another yes to Luka's final question. She would have said yes to anything. He slid his thumb on to her clitoris and stroked gently, then harder. Ashley went rigid and screamed as she finally exploded into orgasm again. The contractions were even harder this time and they pushed Luka over the edge into his own sexual bliss.
He groaned "Oh, fuck!" as he thrust into the girl one final time, shuddering as his orgasm took control of him completely and he collapsed on top of his exhausted, beautiful little captive.
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