A/N: I DO NOT own Inglourious Basterds, it is property of the magnificent Quentin Tarantino. Ah, these reviews! I love them my darlings! I'm so glad to see that this story is doing well with you guys, keep 'em coming! This chapter contains depictions of rough sex. You have been warned ;).
Kumis
"Hey are you almost ready?" I knocked on the door. Annabelle had been in there for almost a half hour ago, and our dinner reservation was made for about twenty-five minutes. I didn't know what the hell she was doing in there but she was bound to look good.
"Donny will you please wait one fucking minute?!" she snapped. I rolled my eyes before walking back into the living room. Sitting room. Lounge. Whatever the fuck they called it over here.
So far we had spent the entire day fucking all over the city, which was good enough for me. Not having to worry about beating the shit out of people. Not having to worry about anything. Besides, Stein sure knew how to show a guy a good time.
As if on cue she opened the door, walking out. She wore a tight dress that made me curl up my fists as I struggled not to get hard. Damn, She just had a way of making everything look good.
"How do I look?" she asked, shaking her hair out of her face.
"Words aren't even needed to answer that." I shrugged, staring at her breasts, which threatened to fall out of her dress. Damn,
"Hopefully that's a compliment." she raised an eyebrow.
I chuckled before putting an arm around that thin waist of hers. I was going to wreck that body when we got back.
As we walked outside of our room she turned around before locking the door and grabbing my hand. I couldn't help but chuckle. I just couldn't wait to get back home to the house and brag about her to all of the guys. She may not have known it, but we all spent about seventy-five percent of our time in the house talking about what the hell we all would do to her. Everyone had figured Aldo or Archie would be the first ones to get her, but looks like I was.
"So where are we going?" she asked, turning back and looked at me over her shoulder.
""You'll see." I smirked before letting her pull me along to the car. Beating fuckers one day, screwing Annabelle the next. Life was good.
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I took a sip from my wine, looking at Donny over my glass for the second time today. He was wearing a black suit, looking sexier than ever and I wanted nothing more than to jump across the table and ride him like a cowboy.
But I couldn't.
"Donny can I asked you something?" I leaned forward, my cleavage spilling out of my dress. It immediately caught his attention and I noticed he moved forward a little himself, his eyes drinking it in.
"What would that be?"
"What took you so long?" I bit my lip, setting my glass down.
"What do you mean?" he replied, his beautifully dark eyes clouding in confusion.
"I mean...that night we first had sex. Why did it take so long? I could tell you wanted to."
He sighed, sitting back in his seat and slouching. A woman at the table behind us gave him a swift look of distaste before returning to her meal. I let it go before turning back to Donny.
"Listen Stein...it's different on this side of the world...hell even some guys back home wouldn't care but...you're just a kid you know. Back in the town I grew up in they'd have my ass. I'm 26 and you're 17. It's just the way I was raised."
I nodded, looking down slightly embarrassed for the first time. When I first went to Germany there were still some girls even younger than me, who had been through more. I'd seen it all. I'd done it all. I considered myself an adult, but I had never really thought about the way I looked through Donny's eyes.
"You alright?" he asked as I continued to stare down at the table.
"Yeah." I looked up at him, my voice cracking before the waiter came over. Donny continued to watch me and I ignored his eyes, focusing all of my attention on my food.
The rest of the time he attempted to make small talk, something I didn't care to indulge on. Did Donny really just see me as a little kid? Someone he was just letting tag along simply because he couldn't shake them?
"Annabelle!"
I looked up as he all but shouted my name. The waiter was staring down at me and several people around us looked before turning back to their plates.
"I'm sorry what?" I smiled apologetically.
"Would you like a different wine for your dessert course?" he repeated for the third time through a thick French accent.
"Oh! Of course." I exclaimed.
"What kind?"
"Um....what's on the dessert course?"
"Clafoutis aux Cerises, made with fresh cherries."
"Oh that sounds good. Alright, let's go with red ice wine then."
"Very well madame." he smiled before turning and walking away. As soon as he did I looked across the table, my eyes meeting with Donny's again.
"What the hell is your problem?" Donny asked as soon as he left.
"Nothing." I muttered quietly before looking at the couple next to us. The woman had to be at least half her husband's age. Why were things so different around the world but not in America?
"Was it something I did?" Donny looked up at me again.
"No." I lied before polishing off our first bottle of wine. I ignored his glances as our dessert came before devouring mine quickly and standing up.
So why was he even with me? Was he just using me as a fuck-buddy, because if so, he could've just said. Well...I was going to find out.
"What are you doing with me?" I asked as soon as we walked into our room, kicking off my shoes.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he replied, slamming the door behind him.
"When we were at the restaurant you said I was too young? Then what are you even doing with me? If you just want me to have sex you could just say so instead of pretending that you actually like me." I surprised even myself, my voice cracking and my face becoming flushed as I felt tears prick.
"Are you fucking serious?! Look, I may be uncomfortable with dating a teenage girl but if I didn't like you I really wouldn't be in Paris with you right now."
With those words my mind raced. As irritably as he said them, maybe he was telling the truth.
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I walked into the master bedroom, grabbing a mini bottle of vodka on my way before collapsing on the bed, planning on getting good and drunk. I had a feeling that Donny wouldn't want to touch me after this drama so why not just let go.
"Fine, if you're going to act like this, I'm going back out again. Where's my keys?" Donny looked around.
I felt something sharp poke me underneath my ribcage and reached down to find the keys to the car. I watched as Donny walked around. I didn't want to be left there alone! No matter if we were ignoring each other for the entire night.
"What the fuck?!" I heard him exclaim, searching everywhere he had just been. "Have you seen the-" he stopped short when he saw the silver, glinting from my hand.
"No?" I said quietly, putting my hands behind me.
"Annabelle I'm not kidding give me the keys." he walked forward, coming towards me. I sat up, sitting on my hands.
"I don't have them." I lied pathetically.
"Annabelle, Give me the keys!" he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and trying to get them. I struggled against him, suppressing a giggle.
"Annabelle." he grunted. I turned around, switching the keys from behind me to in front of me before shoving them down my dress.
"Did you just put those down your dress?" he asked.
"Maybe." I shrugged.
He made an angry sound before shoving a hand down the front of my dress, feeling around. As his hands ran over my breasts I closed my eyes, fighting the moans that were welling up in my throat.
He hand ran over one of my nipples and he slowed down, realizing that his hand was actually down my dress. I turned my head, our lips centimeters apart, both of us breathing hard before he ran his other hand down my exposed thigh.
We both stared at each other for a heated moment before he leaned in and kissed me, his mouth fueled with both anger in desire. He bit my lip and I groaned, my body suddenly alight with arousal.
He shoved his tongue into my mouth, grabbing and squeezing one of my breasts. I closed my eyes, feeling his other hand rub my inner thigh as I throbbed and became wet.
Donny pulled up the bottom of my dress before sliding his hand down my panties and sliding a finger inside of me.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and I was caught in a whirlwind of bliss. Donny's hands touching me, his finger inside of me. Fuck, just this one time I didn't care what he thought of me. I wanted him to throw me down. Call me names. Hit me. Violate me. Choke me. Beat me like he did to those German scum. I wanted everything.
"Donny?" I squealed, reaching a hand back and running it through his hair.
"I want you to...I want-" I was barely even able to get the words out as his fingers ran across my nipples.
"What do you want?" he kissed my jawbone.
"I...want....you, oh god, I want you to dominate me." I finally spat it out.
He chuckled before biting my check and making me scream.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, JESUS CHRIST!" I screamed as he shoved two more fingers inside of me, slowly pumping his hand in and out.
"What was that?" he teased, his tongue flicking at my ear.
"I want you to hit me and call me a slut and fuck me into the mattress," I whined.
"I think I can do that." he chuckled again before pushing me down on the bed forcefully. At first I thought it would take some convincing to get him to have rough sex with me, but apparently I had thought wrong.
He grabbed the top of my dress, pulling it off so roughly that I heard the fabric give as it ripped and fell away from my body. He threw it behind him before grabbing my body, rolling me over on my back and leaning forward, his eyes dark with lust.
He kissed me fiercely, putting a hand around my neck. I moaned loudly, clenching the sheets tightly.
"Donny." I groaned.
"Did I tell you to speak?" he growled, staring down at me.
"No."
"No what?"
"No Sargent Donowitz." I choked out, trying to keep my composure.
He ran his tongue down my neck, before grabbing my bra straps and yanking them down, freeing my breasts.
He grabbed one, running his tongue over my nipple before biting down on the raised skin harshly and making me twitch.
Donny snaked his hand down before rubbing me again. My toes curled and he gripped my legs, spreading them before plunging his tongue inside of me.
I screamed loudly, closing my eyes and seeing sparks dance behind my eyelids.
He pulled out his tongue, spitting on my already-dripping sex before slapping his hand down, making me almost jump off the bed.
"Do you like that?" he growled, flicking his tongue out at the swollen skin.
"Yes." I strained.
"Yes what?" he removed his mouth, leaving me throbbing.
"Yes Sargent Donowitz."
"You want my mouth on that pussy?"
"Oh god yes please." I begged.
He covered me with his mouth, tonguing my clit. I panted, feeling like my heart was going to stop any minute. This was better than anything I had ever felt in my entire life. I was in absolute heaven.
His nails dug into my thighs, dragging into the skin and leaving deep scratches. The skin heated up, drawing blood to the surface and becoming inflamed because he hadn't broken the skin.
I grabbed my breasts, playing with them while trying not to die.
He pulled out his tongue, biting the skin of my inner thighs before leaning back and undressing himself. I lay there, still catching my breath and somewhat paralyzed from what I had just experienced. I looked down at his member, all eight inches of him completely rock hard. Donny had one of those dicks that we at the whorehouse sought after. Huge was an understatement. Not only was he long, thick and meaty. Just the thought sent searing waves of pleasure down my body.
"Get down there and suck that shit." he demanded. I sat up shakily before eagerly taking him in my mouth. He put his hands in my hair, grabbing it tightly and pushing my head down.
"Do you like my fucking cock in your mouth?" pushed my head down so that he reached the base of my throat, causing me to gag a little for the first time in my life.
"Mmhmm." I muttered.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." he chuckled, making a corny yet still humorous joke.
I felt every fantastic inch of him, warm and sliding across my wet mouth. I could feel the veins standing out against his erection, the pulsing of his arousal. He slid a hand between my thighs, rubbing me again as I continued to give him head before fingering me again.
"Oh god that feels so good." he leaned his head back, moaning. I breathed through my nose, trying not to pass out. I was so fucking wet I just wanted him inside of me.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to that tight pussy of yours?" he rasped, I moaned in response, my tongue running over his heated skin.
"I'm going to wreck that shit that's what. Damn you're wet. You want my cock inside of you?"
I nodded, closing my eyes.
He pushed me off, putting me down on my back before grasping my legs and jamming all of himself inside of me.
"You know what you are, you're a filthy slut." he spat, pounding into me. I dug my nails into his shoulder, loving every single second of it and wanting more.
"Yes Sargent Donowitz."
He grabbed a lock of my hair, pulling it. I cried out, running my hands down his muscled back.
Donny hammered into me so hard and quickly that I winced a little as the skin tore, but the pain was only more of a turn-on.
"Harder please." I felt my body ask for more.
He gritted his teeth, his thick eyebrows narrowing as he moved quicker, the bed once again creaking so loudly that I knew the people downstairs could hear us. He pulled out, turning me over before inserting himself from behind.
He put his hands on my waist, pulling up my lower body at an angle before pushing my head down into the mattress.
I screamed loudly into the sheets, biting the fabric as he raised a hand and smacked my ass so hard that I thought there would be a bruise in the morning.
He pushed my body down, literally fucking me into the mattress so that I could barely breath. Unable to contain myself any longer, I lifted my head, ready to come in a second.
"You don't fucking come until I tell you to bitch!" Donny slamming my head back down, smacking my ass again.
"Please it feels so good." I cried, sweat pouring from my roots.
"Beg for it."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Donny please!!"
He grunted, spurting inside of me. My body tensed around him, everything on fire. Just as I rode it out another orgasm hit, claiming my muscles before returning them weak and rubbery.
Donny swayed for a moment, pulling out before collapsing on the bed. I fell down beside him, afraid I was going to go into an asthma attack for a moment.
"We should really do that more often." I turned to him.
"Shit, where did you drop the keys?" he responded.
I giggled before leaning in and kissing him sweetly. That night was one for the memory books.
