(⚠️ Chapter Touches On Forced Consent And Sexual Assault And Maladaptive Daydreaming Behavior)

Tammy

Having retreat into the nearest restroom, Tammy is more than relieved to find it empty and made for single-person use. She can't stop these thoughts. Even now, it almost takes her breath away how real Alexei inside her in this restroom feels.

That is her first thought.

Tammy's first impression isn't that this is the loveliest restroom she has seen, but honestly, that it's just enough space to fuck in. She wonders how thin the walls are and if someone would hear as she moves ahead. Her mind has fully wrapped her consciousness up in a sexual fantasy that involves all her senses and Alexei Smirnov.

Flustered and alcohol-impaired, Tammy stands at the sink, taking one of the expensive linen cloths and drenching it in cool running water; before patting the cloth across her heated skin, looking to sober up. Her body temperature is high. For whatever reason, her body has to decide that tonight, Alexei Smirnov is the most attractive male in the room.

Just one look from Alexei sends hot flashes.

Tammy's vivid fantasies began to keep her eyes on him. She has Alexei's attention. Alexei is someone she should fear. A part of her does, but another part didn't fear anything when it comes to something it needs. . .

'What has such a pretty girl, so fucked up?'

Tammy's heard that question so many ways and so many times before but has to admit that she's never precisely asked herself that question before. She didn't even ask it when her college boyfriend had her gang-raped by his fraternity.

Tammy made a quick exit to this restroom, hoping to indulge in her fantasy a spare moment longer, get her head straight, and now considers, she should have brought Mark along. Tammy should have tried asking Mark to make love to her again. She should have done something to prevent what she's done.

Instead of fantasizing, she's found herself living the daydream.

As sobriety begins to hit her, she's crossed the line of fantasy. Alexei Smirnov locks the door, and the space between her legs throbs and aches. Her legs almost go weak. This is no fantasy.

He's here.

Alexei Smirnov

In a tipsy fog, Alexei mumbles, his excuses, deciding tonight he would not give in to his conscience. He shouldn't care what doing this would mean for Mark. Tammy is his. From the moment he branded her, he knew that he wanted Tammy for himself. He hates himself for that want.

Out of everyone in the world, the person who makes him no longer content alone is someone like Cassandra. Alexei almost rolls his eyes, but he already can feel himself needing Tammy badly. Right now, it's only this physical desire, but it always began with a physical craving.

Alexei is too old, and he knows himself better because he's lived this moment in a handful of mistakes to understand what this is the presence of. He could fall in love. And just like Cassandra, Tammy isn't the woman that he should fall in love with.

Alexei does feel bad, thinking about doing this to hurt Mark. However, it feels compulsory to do this. The more he gives into the decision. Everything surrounding appears to become further away until all Alexei sees is black. He feels a deep sated calm take over. He doesn't have any worries.

He follows Tammy, quietly locking the door behind them.

He can't believe they are about to do this. She stands at the sink, looking quite stressed. He admires the form of her body. There is defeat in her posture, and he sees that she's outplayed her hand. She's caught by surprise to where their flirting has led them. It excites Alexei to know that she has broken her own rules to have him.

Tammy has shocked herself with the length gone to obtain him.

Alexei used to feel this with Cassandra. It's another reason he is so messed up and thought he was a part of the abuse for a long time. It thrilled him before it truly scared him. With Tammy, there is no fear, or more so the fear is on her end, but she likes that fear. He can tell that she does.

He takes his place in her real-life fantasy, standing behind her. Their eyes lock in the mirror, and her chest subtly rises and falls with heavy desire as she wars with knowing this is wrong and not wanting to cross this line. Yet, it thrills her, and she knows she won't say no. She's defeated. In Alexei's mind and twisted state, he's taking her calm facade as compliancy.

"Alexei," Tammy breathes out, now regretting her decision and attempting to keep this from happening. She bites her lip and stumbles into his embrace. "...we can't do this."

Alexei looks into her watery eyes. She's so sincere looking and beautiful. She reminds him of the sultry 1940s actresses Cassandra made him watch. Her plea is sexy, feminine, and vulnerable, as Alexei truly believes Tammy doesn't want to hurt Mark that she doesn't want him at the cost of losing Mark.

Alexei isn't the prize, in Tammy's eye, but a runner-up. Alexei is a tiny thrill. She would like to sample but not own it. Not lose her precious Mark over this. . . Distraction. Alexei smirks to himself in that realization as his fingertips smooth over flushed peachy tan skin. Tammy drifts closer, and he can smell her mature scent.

Day to day, Tammy doesn't wear fruit and demure scents. She's spicy, powdery, clean, a touch floral, and that dark jasmine. It's just a hint of some tried and true luxury perfume that usually only a woman two or three times her age would wear.
It turns Alexei on, and she turns him on. She turns on his body, his mind, and Alexei feels like he wants to know her. He wants to get into Tammy's head, and he needs to see if she could be the one.

Alexei's old enough to know when something prolific presents.

Tammy can't control herself, and it's so flattering and feels so good, and he feels sick that he almost identifies with how he may have made Cassandra feel, back when he thought they were in love.

Alexei is careful, moving his lips to her ear. "I own you." He lifts her dress, watching her face as he does so.

He can see Tammy wants this as she fakes moral consciousness. Alexei's fingers are finding his brand and tracing it. Her skin is so smooth, and she smells so expensive. Wanting to caress her and please her comes naturally. He doesn't second guess anything and is shocked at feeling so at one with himself and her now. His anxiety doesn't exist any longer, not now, that he knows that Tammy is his.

Tammy is his, regardless of if she wants to be or not.

Tammy's body is his. Her desire is his, and Cassandra taught him that much, a woman who can't control her passion is an easily manipulated and kept woman. Tammy wouldn't be able to stay away from his body, and with that, Alexei can make her love him. Just like he made sure Cassandra loved him more than Mark when he thought they were in love.

"Your insincerity, lies, truth, your body belong to me. I won't be played by you the way you're playing, my cousin. I know exactly what you want and the way you like your dangerous games played. You can't tell me you don't want me. " Alexei watches her eyes flutter closed as her kisses spot behind her ear.

Tammy

Alexei's fingertips reverently caress her brand and then the contours of her lower body.

Tingles go up and down her back, and she can't help but crave the feel. Alexei touches her as though he has the map to her makeup. The confident caresses and firm hold. When he stimulates her, there is no hesitancy. He doesn't need to learn her. Alexei knows her lust.

"Tammy, stop moving. The way I'm holding your arm will tighten the more you move. Your shoulder can dislocate. " Alexei loosens his grip on her arms behind her back.

Tammy closes her eyes and moves just the slightest bit to test the theory. He plays with her nipple, their eyes on one another's reflection. The hold he has tightened, and her walls clench. She's slowly numbing to the chanting of self-hatred in her mind, feeling Alexei's fingers enter her passage. She doesn't want to see their reflection as he massages the sleek flesh of her inward parts.

Tammy's disgusted with receiving this pleasure from Alexei as she touches herself, aiding in this being over with. Tammy wants to think of Mark but is very much a part of this tyst. It's all she's fantasied about and some more. It was a mistake to ever indulge in these two men. She should have tried harder not to give into Mark, and now she can't stop.

Tammy begins not to control her panting as Alexei removes his fingers and traces her clit and slit. Tammy doesn't realize she leans against Alexei as he strums the swollen nub of nerves. He kisses her temple with a tender gesture as he sees her yield to his ministrations. Tammy's hand guides over his. She's comfortable in his arms, even safe.

The shocking reality of what's happening hits as Tammy realizes she had forgotten she was even with Alexei and was utterly in abandonment to pleasure. She's only ever gone there by herself and never with a partner. Her complete guard was down. She isn't performing to receive a reaction from Alexei. She feels.

What if Alexei Smirnov is right? What if their familiar demons are married? What if she can't escape what Alexei being in her life now fates?

Tammy feels the rubbing cock against her slit. There is panic, sheer panic because of Mark. Tammy wants him to be the one, and there is so much promise for them, but it's obvious Alexei is a part of her fate. This moment is too intense, and she's so afraid now but so lost already. There is no going back. Tammy isn't able to see from this position, but the head of his dick feels monstrous. She imagines a thick, curved, veined dick waiting to push into her walls.

The fantasies are taking off.

"Alexei, no. Don't do this. Just stop. " Tammy tries to move away, and Alexei holds her firmly against his hard body.

Her eyes open, and Tammy looks in the mirror to find his blue eyes trained on her and taking in her appearance. Once again, Tammy is aware he's so much bigger than she.

"Tell me you don't want it." Alexei dares her after beginning to rub on her again. He gently sucks on her neck and wows her with how such a huge man can be so gentle. She's never been held with such cherished. Tammy looks away, feeling ashamed to be adding another secret. She does want this. The more she feels cherished, the more she needs it. This is what she'd always liked the honesty of sleeping together to be. Her body wants it, but her heart and mind are self-loath because she wants this with Mark.

Alexei's dick brushes her folds; Tammy becomes frustrated with her body betraying her. She tries to move away, but it takes no effort for Alexei to exert strength over her and make her realize she's going nowhere. The heat of her body and arousal mixes with a cool sensation from metal piercings that decorate the head of Alexei's throbbing cock; this is real. It didn't help she was sensitive from Mark's assault earlier.

"Alexei, "Tammy wants to reason with him. She needs him to stop and agree to end this.

Tammy has never been good at saying "no." It always felt like she didn't have the right to say no or her body thinking for her and doing it anyway. Tammy struggles at this moment. Her mind is screaming, "end this."

Alexei grips her waist before pushing down on her back with the other hand. Then she feels his hand move from her waist to the brand before slipping into her heat. "Stop clenching, Tammy; you're going to make it difficult for me to fit. "

Her heart stops as it feels hot, like burning, as Alexei takes time to fit within her. Tears misted her eyes from the burning and the stretching. She tried to move to leave, but he tightened his hold. Mark went through her mind. This shouldn't be happening.

"Ow, Alexei, stop; it's hurting." Tammy hopes the words would make Alexei see what he's doing

She hoped hearing the words would make her fight harder, but instead, she felt dizzy and powerless. Significantly as now, things don't hurt so much, and he's feeling very nice.

"Shut up, Tammy. " he still watches her in the mirror. He is gently rubbing her clit, working only half his length and impressive girth into her.

"This is wrong. " Tammy whispers as her body is flooded with endorphins. She is disgusted with herself but falls into a rhythm.

Alexei lavishes her with good feelings with no concern, at all, for cumming himself. She can't tell he isn't even fully erect. He's just this large. Alexei trails a kiss on her exposed shoulders and back. Tammy smells alcohol on Alexei as he sensually scrapes his bearded cheek against her skin before moving deep within her.

"It's okay for you to like it. "The simple words seem to affect her more than she can withstand at the moment.

Tammy melts into Alexei and is humming in peace of his presence. This isn't supposed to feel so comfortable. Tammy wants to respond, but Alexei increases the pace of his penetrating. The strokes including more of his length. Her legs are failing, and Tammy feels his hands move to stabilize her by pulling her knee up to rest on the sink and holding her waist firm with his arm.

Tammy cries, feeling torn between right and wrong.

She clenches her hand over her mouth as the head of his dick hits her gspot and sends an orgasm shooting through her. Her body convulses in his arms, and she can't help but watch the mirror. Alexei presses kisses on the side of her face, his eyes closed and reverent. This isn't supposed to feel like this.

Why is something so casual able to feel so overpowering?

"I know I'm doing a good job. Tell me..." Alexei's hand runs over her throat, but he doesn't choke her.
Her pelvic floor clenches as she builds up to orgasm. He pleads in her ear. "tell me...tell me how good..."

The raspy break in his voice, as though he could cry if she denies his request, sends her reeling. She'd never witnessed a sexier sound in her entire life. Tammy sees herself, but she isn't in control. She watches a video of herself. Tammy promised she would never act like this again after college.

Here she is failing herself, and being out of control scares her.

Tammy hears her voice." keep going ...just like that. "

Alexei pushes her forward, and her face is pressed against the glass as he fucks her without restraint. "That's it. . . It's okay to like this. "

"I'm almost there..." She meets his thrusts with frenzy. His words further settling her pleasure in him.

His lips are on her neck as he buries his face there. "I just want to be a good boy Cassandra...."

Tammy doesn't think, at that moment, a mind-blowing orgasm is achieved. She sees dark spots as Alexei immediately pulls out of her with a soft pop. Then he just leaves. Alexei didn't cum or say anything to her. He just leaves. Tammy looks around the bathroom and avoids her reflection. She feels like shit.

Immediately tears fill her eyes and spill over her cheeks. The force of the self-loathing is instantly more than she can bear as she also faces memory of the college experience that changed everything. Tammy cries. The powerlessness makes her temporarily think thoughts to end her life.

This isn't what she'd wanted to do.

She is sore, making her way to the toilet paper. She takes a wad of paper to press against herself. Bright pink spots littered the paper. She isn't torn, but there must be abrasions. She attempts to wash at the expensive and ornate sink. Tammy hates herself.

How is she going to face everyone? Why did she want that to happen? Why did these moments happen to her? She thought she had gained control of herself after college. She felt she learned her lesson.