Chapter 3: Satisfaction
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Chapter 3: Satisfaction
(Alessandro's POV)
I methodically removed Sophia's clothing, revealing her delicate form beneath. Her small, soft breasts rose and fell with each panicked breath. Despite my initial plan to take her roughly, the discovery that she was untouched gave me pause.
"A virgin," I murmured, tracing my finger along her collarbone. "How unexpected."
I tried to restrain myself, to be more measured in my approach. But the sight of her vulnerable body ignited something primal within me.
My lips found her neck, trailing down to the hollow of her throat. I tasted her skin, leaving deliberate marks wherever my mouth touched—her neck, her shoulders, the swell of her breasts.
"Please," she whimpered, her body arching involuntarily from the drug's effects. "Don't..."
I ignored her pleas, continuing to mark her as mine. Each red imprint was a declaration of ownership, a warning to my brother that I had claimed what he wanted.
Her skin flushed pink beneath my touch, the drug heightening her sensitivity. Despite her protests, her body responded eagerly, betraying her mind's resistance.
My fingers traveled lower, exploring the most intimate part of her. The moment I touched her there, she trembled violently.
"No," she gasped, tears streaming down her face.
I pressed forward, encountering the physical barrier that confirmed my suspicion. When my finger brushed against that thin membrane, Sophia cried out in pain.
"Shh," I soothed, though there was little comfort in my tone. "This is inevitable."
I attempted to prepare her, using two fingers to stretch her gently. Her reaction was immediate and visceral.
"Stop!" she screamed, her body tensing in agony. "It hurts!"
Frustration coursed through me. I withdrew my hand and stood, walking to the window with measured steps.
The border town burned below, gunfire echoing in the distance. I lit an expensive cigar, inhaling deeply as I contemplated my next move.
The drug would keep her compliant, but her body's physical limitations were another matter entirely. I hadn't anticipated this complication.
After finishing my cigar, I washed my hands in the adjoining bathroom. The cool water helped clear my head, reminding me that patience would yield better results.
I returned to the bed where Sophia lay trembling, her eyes glazed from the drug but still filled with fear.
"We'll try again," I said, gathering her into my arms.
I kissed her lips softly this time, coaxing rather than demanding. My fingers returned to her center, moving with deliberate gentleness.
Gradually, her body began to yield. The tension in her muscles eased as pleasure started to override pain.
"That's it," I encouraged, feeling her grow slick beneath my touch.
When I judged her ready, I positioned myself between her thighs. The head of my c**k pressed against her p***y entrance, but I could only manage to push in slightly before meeting resistance.
The tight heat enveloping just the tip of my c**k was maddening. I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to thrust forward forcefully.
Sophia wasn't so controlled. She cried out in pain, tears flowing freely down her flushed cheeks.
"Stop, please stop," she begged, her hands pushing weakly against my chest. "It hurts too much!"
Her resistance ignited my temper. I pulled back, reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
"Fine," I said coldly. "I'll call someone to take you away."
To my surprise, Sophia's hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. Her eyes, though tear-filled, now held a different kind of desperation.
"No," she whispered, the drug clearly overwhelming her rational mind. "Don't leave me like this. Please... help me."
The sight of her begging affected me more than I cared to admit. Her next words, however, sparked irritation.
"Please, sir," she pleaded, her voice small and desperate.
"Sir?" I repeated, my jaw tightening. "I'm not your employer, Sophia."
Despite my annoyance at the formal address, her obvious need reignited my desire. I set the phone down and returned my attention to her trembling body.
"Say my name," I commanded.
She hesitated, then whispered, "Alessandro."
Satisfied, I positioned myself once more. This time, I didn't hesitate.
With one powerful thrust, I broke through her hymen, burying my thick c**k completely inside her tight p***y. Sophia's scream was muffled by my hand over her mouth.
Her small fists pounded against my chest as she sobbed beneath me. I remained still, allowing her body to adjust to the intrusion of my hard shaft stretching her virgin walls.
"The pain will pass," I told her, removing my hand from her mouth. "Breathe."
After a moment, I began to move, starting with slow, shallow thrusts, my c**k sliding in and out of her slick p***y. Her protests gradually weakened as her body adapted.
I increased my pace, watching her expression shift from pain to confusion as unwanted pleasure began to build. Her hips started to move unconsciously, meeting my thrusts.
"That's it," I murmured, satisfaction coursing through me as her body surrendered what her mind still resisted. "Feel how your tight little p***y is gripping my c**k? You're mine now, Sophia. Every inch of you."
She whimpered, her breaths coming in short gasps. "Alessandro... it... it feels..."
I smirked, thrusting deeper. "It feels good, doesn't it? Even if you don't want it to. Your body's begging for more of my cock."
I flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips to enter her from behind. This position allowed me to penetrate even deeper, my c**k slamming into her p***y with forceful strokes, my balls slapping against her skin.
Sophia's moans changed in pitch, becoming higher, more desperate. "Oh god... no... yes..." she gasped, torn between resistance and the drug-fueled ecstasy.
"Take it all," I growled, gripping her hips tightly. "You're going to come on my c**k, aren't you? Scream for me, Sophia. Let me hear how much you love being f****d like this."
Her body trembled beneath me as she experienced her first climax, her p***y clenching around my c**k in rhythmic waves, milking me as she cried out in release.
Outside, gunfire continued to punctuate the night. The television droned on with CNN coverage of the border conflict, providing a surreal backdrop to our coupling.
The sheets beneath us grew damp with sweat and other fluids, evidence of her unwilling pleasure and my relentless possession—her p***y juices coating my c**k and thighs.
Even after reaching my own release, filling her p***y with my hot c*m as I groaned in satisfaction, my desire for her remained undiminished. After a brief rest, I lifted her again, this time pressing her against the wall.
Her head lolled against my shoulder, consciousness fading in and out as I took her again. I thrust my still-hard c**k back into her dripping p***y, pounding her relentlessly against the wall.
"f**k, you're so wet for me," I muttered, my hands squeezing her ass. "This p***y belongs to me now. Say it."
"Alessandro..." she moaned weakly, the drug making her compliant. "Yours..."
The drug, combined with physical exhaustion, was taking its toll. A loud explosion shook the building, momentarily bringing Sophia back to awareness. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion and pain evident in her gaze.
"Alessandro?" she whispered, before her eyes rolled back and she slipped into unconsciousness once more.
(End of flashback)
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