3| PAPERS FROM THE STRANGER

LILIYA

I was going to die.

Apparently, this man did not lie when he said he'd be fucking my mouth. I was now a mess on my knees with my palms on his hard thighs, my oxygen supply limited considerably and my face red from his assault. It was almost like he was punishing me for something, and I knelt there, opening my mouth wider anytime he commanded me to.

His dick slammed into my mouth repeatedly, reaching places I'd never dreamt of any man getting to. I was so tempted to touch myself, but the two times I'd tried, he'd smacked my hands away. My eyes were filled with tears which trailed down to my breasts, but he kept going with the same merciless rhythm.

"Fuck," he muttered suddenly and pulled me up by my arm abruptly, with his dick still hard as a rock. His dick left my mouth with a pop. He hadn't cum yet after he'd fucked my mouth for so long? I was thrown onto a mattress before I got an answer to my unasked question and I propped up on my elbows to watch him unbutton his shirt in the dark. I only saw his thick, long digits working the buttons, as he had been wearing a black shirt.

Unconsciously, I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and sucked the flesh in, whilst clenching my thighs. Why was everything this man did hot as hell?

In seconds, he got on the bed too and hovered over me before laying sideways beside me, his fingers starting to trail from underneath my breast bone to my lady parts. I was breathing so hard now. I wanted to tell him; I wanted to let him know I was a virgin first before he did anything, but I knew that some men didn't like to do virgins and I doubted this man would fuck me if I told him.

Again, I was trying to clamp my legs shut, but he kept it wide open with a knee. I couldn't see him, but I could feel everything he was doing to me. I could feel the electric jolts he left behind as he mastered my body with his fingers, and my back arched on the bed when I felt something else. His fingers over my folds, rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"Oh, God..." I moaned.

"God won't be saving you tonight. Nobody will be saving you from me tonight, so tell me to stop, before I ruin you." He announced and the rational part of my brain told me that it was my clue to leave, but the lust-filled part encouraged me to take anything this man had to give.

So I moved my hip, rubbing my cunt against his hand as I responded in a breathy tone,

"All talk and no action, don't you think?"

It was all it took for two long fingers to push into my wetness and my back left the bed at the same time which a shriek left my mouth. I didn't bother to shut it, though. He moved his fingers inside me at a measured speed, a speed that made my eyes rotate in ecstasy.

"Fuck. You're so fucking tight, princess. Think you can take a third finger?" He spoke against the shell of my ear and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I shook my head immediately, then remembered we couldn't see each other and spoke,

"No. No, please, I can't..." I begged. His third finger joined in anyways, despite my protest and this time, I screamed.

"Unfortunately, you blew your chance to make a decision some minutes ago. Now, I'll prep your pussy for my dick anyhow I see fit." He told me and at the same time, my stomach clenched with a familiar sensation, but it was more powerful than anything I'd ever felt. If I'd thought I was full before, I was currently bursting.

The orgasm hit me like a wicked wave and he kept crisscrossing his fingers inside my pussy as I clenched around them, dragging my release until I thought I'd pass out. His fingers left me before I could, and he spanked the aching flesh twice before I heard the sound of a condom unwrapping. I opened my mouth to finally tell him that I was a virgin but I was not fast enough, as his dick slammed into me in one go. Not so hard or soft, but deep as hell.

Instead of screaming again, I turned sharply and bit into the pillow by my side, until I almost hurt my teeth. My eyes were wet with tears already and my insides were on fire, it was almost like they were tearing apart. Holy motherofallfuckingvirgins.

He paused for a while and pulled out a little, causing me to catch my breath, thinking that he'd picked up on the fact that I was a virgin. Yes, it hurt like a mother, but somehow, the pain was mixing with pleasure and I wanted nothing but to feel everything. Just when I thought he'd pull out completely, he slammed back in again and my mouth formed an O.

"Feel that? That's your cunt strangling my fucking dick, princess." He whispered against my ear as he rammed into my like a starved beast. The bed protested and the my loud moans intensified, but that only seemed to egg him further.

A second orgasm hit me, even harder than the first and tears of intense pleasure stained my cheeks. He still hadn't cum when he pulled out of me and flipped me so my pebbled nipples strained against the mattress.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore..." I pleaded, but he pushed my arm away, holding them together behind my back as he plowed into me. My voice was hoarse from screaming and my I didn't think I had it in me to cum again for the night, but it only took a few more strokes until my stomach clenched again and he whispered against my ear,

"Cum for me, princess."

I shattered around him for the third time that instant, at the same time which he stilled and I felt the warmth of his release through his condom. Then, he pulled out with a low grunt and I lay there, smiling like a fool as my eyes drooped shut.

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I woke up the next morning with a delicious ache between my legs, accompanied by the unmistakable pang of headache attacking both sides of my head. I cradled my head in my palms and closed my eyes to avoid the light for a long while, until I finally opened up, wincing at the sharp intrusion of light. The place looked really unfamiliar, there was literally nothing in the expensive looking room except for a bed and table. This was definitely not my room.

The memories attacked me at once and I turned around so sharply that I almost broke my neck with the force. The sight that lay peacefully asleep beside me caused me to topple over the bed and land on my naked bum. I whimpered in pain and then managed to get up slowly, letting out another pained sound when my insides throbbed. Thankfully, he'd not woken up still, only raising his head a little to drop it right back.

I blinked twice and pinched my arm really hard, but he didn't disappear. It was really him. I'd given my virginity to none other than my ex best friend, Dice Rexroth. Definitely not the Dice I knew five years back.

Even with only half of his face in view, he looked so beautiful, it would be dangerous to look at him for long. I bit my lip at the sight, then shook my head to scold myself. The familiarity of his voice made sense now. Why hadn't I stopped to think then? My head began to pound harder now and my body shook as I remembered how good he'd made me feel. Oh God, I needed to leave.

My clothes had been ripped by him, so I quickly threw on his black shirt without wearing anything underneath as I grabbed my heels and purse and ran out... Or better still, limped out. What had I done?

After the most awkward Uber ride of my life, I got to my apartment minutes later and tried to unlock it, but it was open. A new fear enveloped me as I pushed the door open and switched on the light to see Papa before me. I yelped and fell flat on my bum, again, then swallowed and stood up immediately, my body shaking with both shame and fear now.

Inessa sat on a chair in the living room, her fingers thrumming against her lap. She was nervous. She should be.

I returned my gaze to Papa who checked his watch as I muttered a greeting, "Good day, Papa." He only nodded and brought out a paper, handing it over to me to read.

It was a contract of some sort.

I looked up at him, but he said nothing, so I returned my attention to the paper. I dropped the article as soon as I read what it said. Then I laughed, but they did not return the laughter, so I stopped and fisted my palm, trembling with so many emotions at once.

"It should be easy for you two to get along, both of you were best friends." Papa told me, and I shook my head.

"No. No, Papa. I cannot get married to him." I appealed, new tears already forming in my eyes. I know, I appalled myself because of the reaction as well, but it was necessary to cry now, wasn't it?

I'd always dreamt of a perfect marriage, a happily ever after, like the kind my parents had. So how could Papa stand in the way of that now? Why would he give me a paper that said Liliya Jeremiah Orlov and Dice Rexroth had agreed to get married when it was nothing but a lie? And why now, especially? Why did it have to be after I'd gotten my vagina broken by the said future husband?

"Unfortunately, it's not an option. Unless you want me to rot in jail." He responded, his face etched with what seemed like fear. I shook even more, allowing the tears to roll down my cheeks now.

"R-Rot in jail?" I asked carefully.

"I lost a bet, Liliya. Get married to Dice Rexroth, or get ready to bear the guilt of throwing your father into jail and also making him lose the elections. It's your choice. After all, like I said, you two were inseparable. You can easily fall in love with him." He reasoned.

Why me? Dice should hate me for what I did to him. So why would he want to get married to me? One thing was sure, Dice was not marrying me for the love I'd always craved.

Inessa spoke then, "Come on, Liya. Help our family out for once in your life. He was specific about wanting you, according to dad, if not I'd have taken your place. Please, do this for dad."

"Y-You knew?" I asked her, my eyes widening.

"It was why I took you to the club, I wanted to get enough alcohol in my system so I'd be able to tell you." She said and I almost showed Papa the picture of Henri and her right there, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, still.

"What is your answer?" Papa inquired in Russian—our native language and it was that moment that I made the most life-changing decision of my entire life.