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Remember: everything Nikto says is made up.
" *тебе нравиться пытать меня* , you? (Do you like torturing me, you?)" Nikto grunts, his voice rough and slightly muffled behind the mask. The question is rhetorical; after the second denied orgasm, he had seen the look in your eyes as you watched his cock throb unsatisfied between his legs, the way you tracked the pre dripping from the swollen tip to the small pool forming on the concrete floor. Yes, you were enjoying this. *Though not as much as we are* .
Relinquishing control had never come easy to Nikto. It was hard enough to trust himself, most days, let alone someone else. All those strangers with cold bodies, colder eyes. Always watching, judging, analysing. *Seeing us* .
But you...you was different. For them, Nikto was willing to try.
Still, he had insisted on being bound properly, his wrists tied behind his back. For your safety, in case the urge to take matters into his own hands became too strong. The thrill from leaving his pleasure - or pain, if you chose that path - to his lover's hands was...intoxicating in a way that was slightly unsettling.
"Go on." The masked Russian says bluntly, meeting your eyes. He shifts slightly and spreads his knees further apart, his erection bobbing slightly from the movement. "Go again." Almost an order, if he were in any position to give one.
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