Is it a game?

Val's face turned cold and empty. She had to think momentarily if someone had sent someone else out to get her. Markov continued muttering and snickering. "And this... Is punishment." He took a strong grip, rolling her over and pushing her onto all fours, pushing her head sideways and down into the pillow. Val grunted as he pinned her down, filling her in. She managed to catch a glimpse, there was a playful look in his eye and bodylanguage. "Alright.. I'll play your little game." She thought to herself.

"You got me, ngh, sure. So punish me, I'm trained to take a hit." She said with a grin, baring her teeth. Markov grabbed at the short length of her hair, pulling her head up against his, thrusting hard into her. He hissed into her ear as he spoke.

"Thought you never ask." His broken english crawled its way down her ears. He growled at her playfully, slamming her. Val wailed for a brief period, grunting and dragging the air through her teeth. "Valerie Wolski, not worry. You will enjoy this." He stated, a hand running down from her breast, past her stomach, his fingers danced around her crotch, stroking, playing, as he continued to fuck her. Val's arms caved in, shaking as her upper body hit the bed, her backside and stomach still up in the air, Markov was playing all sorts of crazy on her, almost too much to handle. Her breathing pattern was shaky, she hummed and moaned, chewing her bottom lip as she took him hard. Markov chuckled darkly, his tongue traveled up her spine, the cold metal piece on his face trailed with, Val shuddered at both sensations, letting off a long pleasured moan.

"See.. I tell you, you enjoy." He whispered as he began to bite into her neck, his tongue lapping too. Playtime was over, this was real now. He pulled away from her, holding his length in his hand, stroking and toying to keep it stimulated.

"Tell me what you want Valerie." He paused, grabbing at her chin to turn her head towards him. "Say now.". Val stared at him, her eyes big and glazed. She started to open her mouth, words stuttered. "I.. I what- ngh, I -want-... More..." She struggled. Markov shook his head. "Specific!" He growled. "What you want? Say it!" He stared deeply into her eyes, a frown creeping up slowly, he grew impatient.

Val stared back at him, her mouth open still. Words followed shortly, falling from her mouth.

"Fuck me, Markov." Her hand had trailed down to play around with herself, all warm and gooey down there. Her eyes were desperate for him one more time, and she'd get just that when he-

"Beg."

Val blinked, staring at him blankly, her eyebrows arched. "Please?"

"Please what?" He frowned, showcasing himself.

Val pushed her bottom lip out, mumbling. "Please fuck me.." She raised her voice to make herself clear and heard, "Fuck me you brute!"- Markov immediately threw her back down on her back, fumbling and squirming around until he'd managed to slip back inside her. He was relentless to her, no holding back. Though, it was apparent this wouldn't last too long, she could feel the pair of them tiring, almost regretting her demands of him to do her. Her legs and muscles tightened, her jaw clenched as she groaned, a climax building, but not quite there just yet. She let out another long aching sigh, attempting to push Markov over, letting her sit atop him- he complied, eyebrow raised. Val moved quickly, up and down, her breasts all squishy and bouncy, Markov stared up in awe at her beauty, his arms behind his head, his eye and mechanical piece shut shortly after, the image in his head as he imagined the current events, the current night, all over again. Val whined and moaned in time to her own thrusts into him, clenching her muscles inside intentionally, gripping onto Markov. His face turned red and flushed, fists clenched and toes curling up. His lower body raising desperately into her thrusting motions, so obviously close. Markov groaned heavily as his load gave way, pushing her off him, essentially pulling out, the sticky substance spilling over her stomach and seeping from her insides. Markov lay there, throbbing, his breath heavy, chest rising and falling. Val stared at him, panting too, she looked extremely jittery and shaky.

"Markov..." She struggled to catch her breath, leaning over the bed, staring at the remains of her torn clothing on the floor. Grabbing the bedcover, she pulled it over herself, hiding her exposed body from the cold. She sat up, looking at Markov, who was on the other end of the bed. He began to clothe himself again, pulling his shirt over his head, the last piece of clothing to put on. "Tomorrow is long day. I will rest." Markov nodded. He followed up with a sweet tone in his voice, quickly after. "You are beautiful, brilliant, Valerie. Do not forget." He smiled. Val smiled back, huddled under the blanket. "It was a wonderful evening Markov, maybe there'll be more to come." She stated. He nodded, a grunt escaping his mouth. He headed toward the door, unlocking it, yawning. "Good night, Valerie." He said, leaving the room quietly.

Val curled up inside the bed cover, sighing heavily, still catching her breath, it was strange how Markov could have taken her breath away like that, it felt like a dream to her. She dozed off slowly, exhausted from the action. It was probably for the best.

They had big work to do by morning.