Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

There’s a distinct possibility I might die in this scenario,
but I’m willing to take that risk.
My teeth clenched, I say, “Green.”
This time the blows come faster.
I don’t have time in between to recover from one before
the next arrives, hot and burning. I moan at the end of it, then
moan more loudly when I get his fingers sliding through my
slick heat.
“Look at you spreading your legs wider for me,” he says,
his voice low and raw. “Tilting your hips so I can see this
beautiful pink pussy begging for my cock. This plump little
clit begging for my tongue.”
He gently tugs on it. I nearly scream in pleasure, but groan
into the sheets instead.
He slides his fingers all around my cleft, spreading my
wetness around, fondling my pussy like it’s his favorite pet, all
the while talking to me in his low, hypnotic voice, telling me
how he adores me, how he needs me, how he can’t think
straight when we’re apart.
On a sob, I say, “I’m close I’m right there oh god I’m there
—”
He takes his fingers from between my legs and presses
them to my lips, commanding, “Suck.”
I do, greedily, tasting myself on him. Dying for him to
shove those fingers deep inside me, as deep as they can go.
He growls, “I’m gonna tie you up now. Tie you up,
blindfold you, and fuck you. Before that, though, I’ll get you
on your knees and make you suck my dick while I spank you
some more, because I can’t get enough of this beautiful ass
and how you respond to me.”
He switches to Russian and keeps talking.
I moan around the thick fingers stuffed into my mouth.
My eyes roll back into my head.
This is the best Christmas ever.