The Bird in the Cage - 2

I was looking forward to the new meeting. All my thoughts were about her divine body and the incredible pleasure her screams and moans gave me. Now I understood Andrey and sincerely rejoiced that I had acquired such a toy for my amusement. Compliant, emotional, and very passionate. I was confident that I would achieve complete obedience. And one night, without violence or forced torture through caresses, she would experience an orgasm simply because it was me inside her. Not Andryusha, not the man in white, but me!

Delusions of grandeur, you might say? I won't argue. But for this woman, I was the best man. Understanding her body, eager to forge a steel lady,

skilled at giving pleasure. Feelings weren't as important to me as healthy sex and interesting conversations. That night, Ekaterina gave me my fill of both.

When, exactly at 6:00 PM, a real high-society woman with a slightly slutty expression on her face appeared in the back seat of the car, I realized I had clearly overdone the re-education yesterday. But then came the understanding that this woman had come for revenge. Not against me. She decided to use me to get revenge on Andryusha.

A kind of slutty angel with selfish intentions. Katerina immediately tried to kiss me, as if showing she agreed to be with me for sex. I didn't allow it, pushed her away to look into her eyes, where panic still splashed, and her scarlet lips, slightly parted in desire, beckoned with their perfect shape.

— Did you see Andrey? — I ran my thumb over her cheek and slid my other hand under her skirt.

— He called.

— Good. Did you tell him about us?

— No, — she lowered her gaze, trying to hide her shame because she still somewhat liked what I was doing to her.

— I'll handle this problem myself, — she raised her eyes to me and almost cried; I could feel her state. — What did you tell your parents?

— I haven't lived with them for over a month.

— Is that so. A pity I didn't know earlier. It's even for the best. You must have thought a lot about my proposal yesterday.

— Did you propose something to me?

— Not to you, but your body and I came to an agreement, — I slid two fingers into her and smiled contentedly. — Wet and still just as tight.

— You didn't have to say such...

— Yes, I did. I'm stating pleasant facts, — I smiled, showing her my wet fingers and licking them while looking into her eyes. — And very tasty! Take off your panties, we have at least an hour left on the road, and I'm on edge. I've been thinking about you all day. Come on, Katya!

— We're not alone, — she glanced at the partition and blushed deeply.

— So what? Afraid Sergei will hear your slutty moans? He already knows what's happening here.

— How awful, — she covered her eyes with her palms and sobbed.

— I'm going to take you anyway, — I whispered in her ear, leaning closer. — By force or by consent, but you're getting rid of your underwear and sitting on my lap right now! Quickly!

Obeying the commanding tone, Katya, with a detached look, began to carry out the order. She hesitated, holding her panties, which immediately migrated to my pocket. "Face me, knees wider, — I prompted her and began to undo my belt, but stopped immediately, wanting to continue the humiliation. — Do the rest yourself. And hurry up, or I'll open the partition and we'll give Serega a show."

Incredible pleasure! First, watching as the woman, with disgust, pulls down the zipper on your pants and frees your erect cock, as if touching it for the very first time. Then she throws a leg over you and lowers herself, guiding inside her what will soon force her to experience a compelled orgasm. She enveloped me in moisture and warmth, trying to get used to my size. She wasn't in a hurry to move, and I myself just wanted to feel her like this. Without violence, masks, or hatred. Just a woman with an amazing figure, about to ride me in a moment, emitting soft moans. That's what I enjoyed, staring intently at her scarlet lips. Good girl! She did everything I ordered her to do this morning.

Apparently, Katya didn't understand what to do next. She sat on me with wide eyes, tightly clutching the lapels of my jacket, and when I rocked my hips, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Smart girl! She continued in the same spirit, biting her lower lip. Meanwhile, I freed her breasts, touching the velvety skin. The marks from last night still framed her nipples and stomach. A marvelous sight! I didn't intend to worsen her condition, so I just showered her breasts and collarbones with light, barely perceptible kisses, thinking that this tenderness was something Katerina definitely had to repay with her virginal little mouth today.

Holding her by the hips, I helped her rise up and immediately slammed her back down onto me with force. She couldn't hold back a moan, and I smiled. She is wonderfully responsive, and also curious and a quick learner. Look how she increased the pace and depth of penetration herself. Moans louder, fists clenched, crumpling my shirt, and eyes open. I ordered that so she wouldn't imagine anyone else in my place.

What a good slut! She squeezed my thighs with her knees, trembled from the piercing pleasure, and threw her head back, clearly catching the high from what was happening. I carefully laid her on her side and, rocking my hips steadily, brought myself to the necessary peak. She was still shuddering in orgasm, turned away from me. Tears streamed down her cheeks. A little broken doll, entirely in my power. I handed her a tissue so she wouldn't dirty the car interior. I intended to finish only inside her; it was sweeter to watch the disgust on her little face that way.

Placing my hand on her round knee, I stared at my phone, intending to persuade my sister to arrange a family dinner when Andrey returned. I had a plan for how to announce to the world that I was sleeping with Ekaterina. She wanted revenge? I would start, and together we would continue. I'd also have fun with my toy at this dinner. I already knew how to break an already broken woman.

***

Guests rarely visited this house, especially women. It was my small island of peace and relaxation away from the city. There was only one floor, a small bedroom, and a living room with a fireplace, but the kitchen was large and there was a garden in the backyard. Why did I bring my little bird here? I couldn't answer that question. Two days off loomed ahead, and I wanted to relax fully. I dismissed Sergei, ordering him to come early Monday morning, then turned off all my devices and went to the kitchen. I wanted wine and something meaty.

Meanwhile, I escorted Katya to the shower to freshen up and reapply her lipstick. I had intentionally smeared the lipstick on her cheek beforehand to see the result of the upcoming games. I got excited like a boy, so when the refreshed and more relaxed Katya came out to me in just a peignoir over her naked body, I led her to the fireplace, where a bearskin lay, and put her on her knees. I had to use force, but the sight that opened to me after her submission was incredibly arousing.

Huge brown eyes, framed by fluffy lashes, looked at me with indignation. Lips pursed, and hands reached to cover the hemispheres of her breasts. I didn't allow it. I pushed her palms aside and gently ran my fingers over her cheek, then suddenly squeezed her jaw painfully, forcing her to open her mouth. "It all depends on you. Either you voluntarily take my cock in your hands and caress it with your nimble little tongue, or see that sofa? — I pointed to a small sofa and smirked. — I'll tie your hands, your head will hang over the edge, and I'll mercilessly fuck your throat. Well?" — I smirked, watching her hasty movements as she struggled with the zipper on my pants and then reluctantly wrapped her little hand around it, not knowing what to do next.

"Squeeze, but not too hard. Move up, down. Gradually. Good, little bird. Now stick out your tongue and lick the head. Be bolder, — I pressed on the back of her head and again gently stroked her cheek, as if encouraging. — Good girl, you devil! Suck it, — I shuddered when Katya obeyed, then with a loud smack momentarily released the cock from her mouth and, frightened, returned it. — Take it deeper, or I'll make you. That's it. Girl, you were born for this! But sorry, I want you a little differently!" With these words, I literally pulled her by the ears, pushing myself further and further in.

I didn't care that she was choking, gasping, and hitting me, demanding freedom. Nothing mattered. I was burning up just from the thought that she was tasting a man for the first time, that in a moment this little mouth would be filled with me. Looking down, I came immediately at the sight of running mascara, smeared lipstick, and a stream of tears on her reddened face. "Swallow! Not a single drop wasted," I growled at her, driving my stake into her narrow throat.

It had been a long time since I'd experienced such an orgasm. Only at the dawn of my sexual life, when older comrades shared a girl who also resisted their pressure. Now she's one of the elite whores, but I didn't like using their services. Too liberated. It's another matter when an angel like this gradually becomes a slut with your help.

A wild thought flashed through my mind at the sight of the girl curled up in a ball on the floor. She covered her face with her hands, shaking with sobs, so she didn't see how I was examining her figure with delight and intending to check something. I invaded with two fingers so unexpectedly that she fell silent and froze. "You're wet! — I exclaimed, making thrusting movements. — It's not right to leave a girl unsatisfied after what she did for you. By the way, there's still a little left in the corner, — I scooped up a whitish spot and smeared it over her lips, staring intently into her wet eyes. — And we'll still try that little sofa sometime. I liked it!"

I fucked so much over these two days that I was waiting for Monday morning like never before. Katya also moved around the house with difficulty, looking at me with a hunted gaze. Right now, she was irritating me terribly. The excitement had subsided, and I absolutely didn't like that a woman was in my secret place. And yet, I would remember this time with a smile. Katerina and I tried many positions, greatly improved her deep-throat skills, and I even dared to encroach on her third hole. She didn't give in; the scream was deafening. But I still managed to get a little in. Full anal is in the plans, but for now, take her home and not meet for a week. I'm bored!

But I knew that already at the family dinner at the country house, I would fuck her again like the first time. Her only love would be behind the wall, and she would be giving me a blowjob. Isn't that a thrill?

***

Fortunately, I had finally sorted out my problems. My people managed to settle the card debt issue, and I vowed never to visit such establishments again. I had a new amusement that needed to be prepared for the upcoming meeting.

I came to the company only at the end of the week. I didn't see my sister; she had gone to pick up Andryusha from the airport. But entering one of the offices, I discovered something interesting.

— You look great. Eager to meet your beloved? — I declared loudly, seeing my little bird's new look. — Would you like a little relief? Relax, so to speak, before the conversation.

— Sash, wait, I'm trying to remember what I forgot. And hello, — she walked past me without looking, heading to the storage room and froze at the threshold, then stepped inside to get some folder. — Do you have something urgent?

— No. I wanted to tell you that you're coming with me to dinner tomorrow.

— I can't tomorrow, meeting with suppliers.

— I'm not asking, I'm stating. I don't care about your affairs; you know perfectly well what I care about, — I smiled cheerfully, examining her legs.

— Okay, — she agreed easily and even raised a smiling glance at me. — You seem different. Is everything alright?

— I'm figuring out how to position you on this desk without hitting the monitor, — I said thoughtfully, approaching her.

— Sash, please, don't. I have too much on my plate today.

— Alright. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Six o'clock in the underground parking, — sitting on the edge of the desk, I leaned towards her face and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. — I like how you've started dressing. Nothing extra, ready at any moment, — I whispered languidly against her lips. — Don't you dare touch your hair. It suits you like that, — I crushed her lips, as if I really missed that mischievous little tongue, which had been resting idle without my body for a week.

— Well, bye? — Katya looked at me hopefully as soon as I released her.

— Maybe just once? — I squeezed her breast through the tight top and kissed her again, and in response, she lightly ran her fingers over my cheek and bit my lower lip, pulling away. — Alright, then until tomorrow, little bird. I have another little gift for you. It'll be fun!

Turning on my heels, I met Andrey's piercing gaze. He stood in the doorway, drilling us with his eyes. I found it frankly funny when this overgrown fool tried to exclaim accusingly for me not to touch his woman. In response to these words, Katya proudly rose from behind the desk and stood beside me. The game had begun, and I was lucky to have a front-row seat in this performance. My hand slid over the woman's waist, her palm instantly found my chest.

Katya raised huge, sad eyes to me and whispered almost inaudibly that she would be waiting for the meeting. She herself touched my cheek with her lips, and we both flinched when Andrey slammed the door loudly behind him. Katya immediately staggered, but I didn't let her regret what she had done. I sat her on the edge of the desk, forcing her to spread her knees wide, thereby exposing her legs. "Good girl. Just what we need right now, — I whispered to her, seeing her stockings, then moved the strip of her panties aside while Katya herself dealt with my pants, slid my fingers into her, and smiled contentedly at her readiness. — You don't belong to him!" Saying these words, I looked into her eyes and slowly sank into her yielding womb. She opened her little mouth in a quiet moan, but I immediately covered it with a kiss and greedily squeezed her buttock, pulling her even closer to me.

The door was open; anyone could have intruded on our hot pleasure at any moment, but it didn't concern us. Right now, it was more important to prove to my little bird that she couldn't step back into the past. Only I and our hot nights loomed in the near future. Andrey was the past. I hammered this knowledge into her with a furious rhythm. I kneaded her breasts, kissed her neck, and brought her to an insane state where she pressed me tightly against her and closed her eyes in achieved ecstasy. In such moments, she looked devilishly seductive, and I instantly unloaded completely. How I had missed her, it turns out, over these long four days.