this meeting with me? BUT? - his lips slowly hissed, and his left hand slid along Luda's neck, fingers slightly squeezed her right under his chin, holding his barely warm breathing a little. Luda barely forced herself to take a painful sip and look at the man's eyes - the infernal blue flame flared up in them. Her breathing quickened, her cheeks burning. With his right hand, Alexander roughly squeezed one of her breasts, then the other, painfully unscrewed the tender, untouched girl's nipple.

“I ... I don't know ...,” she croaked hoarsely, choking on fear.

“You were thinking about action-packed sexual adventures, didn't you?” - rough fingers on nipples suddenly became tender, their teasing slow movements forced the girl to bend and breathe more often and deeper.

- I ... I just ... just wanted to see you ... and find out better ...

“Cute ...,” the man drove her crazy. - Would you like to get to know the person who, at the first meeting, behaved with you like a cheap slut? You seem to be a completely naive fool ... or ... did you really become curious how the bad guys fuck sluts?

Dumbfounded, Luda tried to rise again, but the iron hand closed in an instant on her throat and pressed it into the sofa.

“Shhh ...,” his lips hissed, curling seductively into a cold smile, and her free hand jerked her legs bent at the knees to be pulled apart. - It's too late to refuse. Relax ... I will still do everything the way I want. It's clear? - His fingers easily walked through her childish bare sexual lips, as if accidentally touched a pink bud between them and rubbed the moist slit just below. - I asked you a question.

“P-understandable,” Luda whispered, hardly breathing, feeling how all the blood drained from her icy body to her face and burned her lower abdomen in the places that his fingers touched. Her legs, wide apart, shook with a large shiver.

“Great,” Alexander grinned, and gently stroking her wet bud with his thumb, his middle one slowly penetrated her bosom, pulling on the thin, sensitive fabric inside.

A little painful, wild, unnatural! Luda exclaimed mournfully something inarticulate, bent, closed her legs and clutched at his heavy hand, still squeezing her throat, wanted to push her away, but she did not dare and stopped, closing her eyes and gasping for air. His finger inside her, too, froze, but the one that caressed her outside, continued to tease, mock, get drunk.

- Hands on the sofa. Legs apart. You do not want me to hurt you, kitten? - Sasha purred menacingly, complementing his caresses with slow light pushes. With his every accelerating movement, Luda increasingly melted, flowed and lost the remnants of common sense. And his voice, low, growling, domineering - he did something with her will, turning her into a helpless little animal, ready for anything that the owner wishes to demand. Her fingers unwittingly unclenched, hands swept over the cold skin of the sofa, unconsciously fingering her own hair. Sneakily glancing from under the long eyelashes at the man leaning over her, she noticed that his face was distorted by the merciless grimace of triumph and superiority, and his burning desire with a look without embarrassment devoured all the delights of her nakedness and excitement. His hand moved from her neck to the flaming nipples, from any touch to which her whole body was trembling.

“Please ... please ... please ... please,” Luda whispered with a patter, shuddering in agonizing agony and impatiently thrusting her hot wet fingers on her throbbing pussy, forgetting about the fear of possible pain. Moans of bliss burst from her lips, but her mouth was roughly covered with a heavy palm, forcing her to choke.

- Good girl ... A good little lustful bitch ..., - Sasha whispered ominously and at the same time ominously, like a devil encouraging a sinner, and did not remove his fingers from her until she stopped wriggling and trembling. “Now kneel down and put your hands behind your back,” a recent order sounded again. Hardly keeping her balance, Luda slowly stood in front of him, feeling her nakedness and helplessness with all her skin. - Feet apart. Back to me.

Looking around uneasily over her shoulder, Luda noticed how the young man’s hand disappeared into his trouser pocket and took out a long piece of thin silk red string. This string gradually wrapped both her wrists, squeezing them together crosswise, and then intercepted all the bonds between them and pulled them with several clever knots. Luda forced herself to breathe smoothly to calm down, but to what happened next, she, of course, could not be ready. She was suddenly sharply pressed on the shoulders and neck, forcing her to lean forward and pressing her face into the cold leather cushion of the sofa. Hair tangled, closing the review.

“Head down, onto the couch, into a corner,” a completely alien voice croaked rudely. - Below. Like this. Pop up. Legs apart. - Sasha's leg roughly spread her thighs from behind, preventing her from closing. Having come to her senses a little, Luda tried to escape, but suddenly discovered that this was impossible. When she rushed in, the next "shhh" of her seducer was like the poisonous hiss of a snake preparing to finish off its victim. She was scared again. All her charms were now in front of him at a glance, and she was completely immobilized.

“Please ... please ... don't hurt me,” she whined plaintively.

Alexander silently squeezed the delicate skin of her round ass with his fingers, gently slapped, but the girl started even from such a weak blow and whimpered again. Her ass was amazing - Alexander slowly held a member between her buttocks, gently stroking her head with a pink flower anus. He shrank in fright at his touch. The man again slapped her ass, this time stronger. Luda began to twitch uneasily, but her posture was perfect - she could not wriggle out or put her legs together or hide her seductive secluded places. Sasha slid a member between her divorced buttocks until she calmed down a bit. Then he moved the member below, to the shiny with the moisture, flushed from his caresses bud. He admired how the puffy petals of her pussy were slowly moving apart, and how her cracks from each of his movements convulsively compressed. From this affection, Luda began to tremble nervously, and Sasha again slammed her palm over the flushed ass to make her relax.

Finally, powerfully pushing the member into her bosom, he felt how he had torn the obstacle he had encountered on his way. Luda screamed and huddled under him, trying to escape, but he firmly held her hips and pressed her to the sofa with the weight of his body.

“It hurts,” she whispered through her tears. Matted hair covered her face.

- I know my girl. “We'll have to be patient,” he declared coolly, moving his hips slightly and enjoying the narrow slit of girls. Giving the girl a little breath, he began to accelerate the pace mercilessly. Moisture and blood gleamed on his penis, and from her wide-open sponges came silent silent moans. However, soon they heard pleading pleasures of pleasure.

***

- Luda, again you closed! - Mom's annoyed voice came from behind the door. - What a stupid habit!

- Mom, I'm tired ... I want to sleep a little ...

- Why do you get tired, ask for mercy? Again, Sasha at the table alone left. In fact, the conversation was very serious, and you act like a baby.

- Mom ... I do not feel well.

- What's the matter? Well, open up!

My God, she will not get rid of her ... Luda reluctantly got up, straightened her clothes, casually wiped her eyes, opened the door, hiding her face in the shadows. It was already dark outside the window, so that if mom did not decide to turn on the light, she would not notice the traces of tears.

- Well? - Of course, the ice tone of the mother warned in the best way that banal excuses would not be rolled.

- I ... honestly, I'm not at all sure that Sasha ...that he is the person I need, ”she said in one breath. Tense pause dragged on. Irina Stepanovna slowly looked over her shoulder, sensibly checking that someone had not heard these seditious speeches, then sighed briefly and silently closed the door behind her, immediately turning on the light. Luda turned away, squinting at the cut in her eyes.

“I hope you really just do not feel well and do not speak seriously,” finally Irina Stepanovna began to speak carefully and strictly. - Do you even think about what you say? Do you think these young people are lying on the road? In addition, I doubt that anyone else is able to find a common language with your father.

- What if Sasha can't find a common language with me? - not daring to look at the mother in the face, Luda went to the window and stared into the impenetrable gloom of the garden.

- In what sense?

- Yes, in all! - Luda turned sharply, no longer holding back tears and emotions. - He's like a stranger to me! I don't know anything about him! And he knows nothing about me! We do not have anything in common!

Mom frowned, but only for a moment.

“Honey ... he's just much older and more serious ...," she snapped. - It will pass. In addition, it is a husband, not a girlfriend for fun. Marriage must be based on mutually beneficial interests. Family, family values ​​- that is what will unite you.

- Oh, my God ... - how she got tired of listening to this! Values! Benefit! Interests! What if she just wants love? The one about which they write in the books! Luda grabbed her head with her hands, walked in a frenzy a couple of steps and fell back on the bed, completely forgetting about her wounds, and almost gave herself a groan of pain. “In this family, I never had a word ...,” she murmured indifferently. “You don't care what I think or how I feel.”

- So. But this is already arrogance, my dear, - mom crossed her arms on the chest. - Who, when and what limited you? Look at what opportunities you have, unlike most of your peers! What are you missing, really?

- Everything is fine, mom! There is nothing more to talk about! - Luda blurted out evil, buried her face in the pillows.

- I guess so. Immediately clean up and go down to the dining room. I hope you do not roll such scenes to the groom. Men do not like hysterics, I told you this a hundred times.

Slammed the door. Luda clenched her teeth. Tears dried out. Only anger remains. Having calmed down a bit, she got up and went to her purse, standing on the chest of drawers, noticed a pretty key chain on the strap. Nice thing ... Just where did it come from? Maybe Sasha gave? Luda swung him, wondering where he could have come from and whether he had been here before. Weighty It must be gold. Yes, actually, what's the difference? She, probably, by absentmindedness did not notice him. She got a mobile out of her purse, opened the browser, scored in a search engine: "Vladislav Andreevich Rastorguev, a private detective." Vlad Beautiful name. And the site also inspires confidence - confidentiality, professionalism, reliability and all that. “Who owns the information - owns the world” - there was a high-flown quote in the header of the page. Belongs to Rothschild. Such Sasha would definitely check it out. She grinned wryly, feeling gloating and pain at the same time. She did everything right. They just left her no other choice ...