“Yes,” he said. “But not tonight. Tonight, I have something else planned for you.”
“What—” My next question was cut off as he pinched my nipple sharply and twisted until my insides reacted. I cried out and arched into his touch to try and ease the pain. As soon as it’d come, though, the pain receded. Gaven leaned down and I closed my eyes at the wet feel of his lips and tongue once more. He laved each nipple with deliberate attention before he released me and moved back to the edge of the mattress. The pain and the pleasure he gave were his weapons, and I found myself trembling at the effect they both had on me. Gaven lifted the bottle of lube again.
A panting, sweating mess, I watched him as he opened the cap and squirted a hefty amount onto his fingers. My eyes widened as more and more poured out into his hand until he was practically slathered in it. What could he be planning with that much lube? He was emptying the entire container.
“Mafia families are traditional,” he said as he moved back and bent over before me, sliding right up between my tied-open legs once more. His un-lubed palm touched my thigh, pushing me open farther than ever before, until I felt stretched to the point of snapping in half. “Just like the Kings of old, most family heads want to marry virgins,” he continued. “For good reason too. They want to ensure that any children their wives havebelong solely to them as she will carry the future heirs of their lineage.”
The penetrating blue steely ice of his gaze landed on me briefly before his fingers pressed into my opening. Two at first, sinking deep and quick, eased by the amount of lube coating them. It was an odd sensation but not uncomfortable. I squirmed beneath his attention, feeling something inside of me catch fire. I was burning—burning alive, and the only thing that could both stoke and release the flames was him.
“That was another reason I chose you,” he said. “I knew your sister would not be untouched, but you … Angel. You have the look of a virgin. Innocent. Inexperienced, as you admitted before. You have the heat of a woman in need of pleasure.”
“What—”What did any of that matter anymore?I wondered, swallowing the words as his fingers penetrated me.Why was he telling me this?
“You might not be getting fucked by me tonight, Angel,” Gaven said. “But I will ensure that no other man will ever be your first.”
Confusion rippled through me. A third finger joined the first three, stretching my channel open. I winced as he fucked into me with his hand. Back and forth. I was too tight for this and his hand—his fingers, they were massive as he invaded me. His eyes remained trained on my face, watching … for what, I couldn’t say. He was absorbed, though, solely focused. The discomfort became more pronounced as he added a fourth finger, spearing all of them into my cunt as his thumb rolled over my clit—finally giving me a hint of that pleasure … and the pain.
“Ah!” I arched against the tightness and the stretch. I swore he was trying to drive me to insanity. That was what his punishment must’ve been. He wanted to see me lose complete and utter control, to hand it all over to him. Somehow, I wondered if I wouldn’t like that.
Would it be easier, in the end, to just give him control?
I shook under his hand, wanting to press my thighs together as the burn of the stretch made me crave more. I pulled against the bindings keeping me tied to the headboard. My throat closed briefly as the necktie tightened impossibly further. Dizziness swam through me. It wasn’t enough and it was too much all at once.
My lips parted, but no more sound emerged. I wanted to cry and beg. I wanted to sob for my release, but I doubted he would ever give it to me. After all, as he’d said, this was discipline. A punishment.
Did it make me an absolute deviant to admit I liked it? I couldn’t stop my body from responding the way it was, but my mind … I should have been able to hold off my thoughts.Shouldhave … but couldn’t.
My insides flooded with wetness. My pussy clamped onto his fingers, sucking them in with each pass of his hand. I was so full. So incredibly full, it was a wonder that I hadn’t already shattered into a million pieces.
I groaned as my eyes rolled back and I undulated against him. He wasn’t giving my clit enough attention. Only every few seconds would he press his thumb to it and circle—just enough to keep me from screaming from the twinges of pain between my legs as he forced my pussy open for him.
“You’re taking my hand so well, Angel.” Gaven’s praise seared my mind. “Maybe just … one more…”
One more? One more what?I was so overwhelmed by what he was doing, it took several seconds for my thoughts to catch up with his words. Before I could make sense of them, I felt it. The thumb that he’d had gently rubbing against my clit, moved downward. My eyes popped open. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. Leaning up, I gaped down at him and started shaking my head.No. Oh, no. Nonononono.I couldn’t do that.It was impossible. I was too small. I was still, by technicality, a virgin.
“G-Gaven.” His name came out on a choked cry. “Please …no.” It was too much. He was insane. Absolutely deranged if he thought my pussy could take his full hand.
“Yes,” Gaven replied. “You’ll take it, Angel. Trust me. I know what you can give me.”
That was just the thing though. I didn’t trust him. In fact, I hardly knew him. We were arranged to be married. He was far older than me, far more experienced. Had likely fucked his way through a harem of women. But this … he couldn’t truly mean to do this to me, could he?
Whether he could or not wasn’t going to be decided by me though; that much was clear. His gaze was focused on the place between my legs, his brows low and his eyes glittering with the intensity of his task. He didn’t stop. He pushed forward, edging his thumb against the seam of my cunt. I choked again as the pain spread outward. The agony of him spreading me open for his pleasure, for this punishment, made me strain upward and then back. There was nowhere I could go. I was trapped, pinned beneath him, and beholden to him and his attention.
Gaven continued to fuck my pussy with his fingers, in and out, slicked with lube, stretching my hole until I swore he was going to rip me apart. Tears flooded my eyes, watering the world around me until I couldn’t see anything. They streaked down my temples and slid into my hair. All I could do was feel. Feel the pain, take it, accept it, and become one with it. My insides cramped, but somehow all that did was make it easier on him. My muscles gripped his fingers, dragging them back into me with each withdrawal.
My body was a needy bitch. A greedy creature that refused to let him back away even when my mind couldn’t take the duress.The tears trailed down my cheeks as I continued to shake my head. “Please,” I begged him. “It’s too much. It hurts!”
“You’ll take it,” he growled as his thumb slipped against my stretched hole, pressing against the side of his fingers as he curled them together. First, it was just the tip, lingering at the outer curve of my lower lips and then it was the whole pad. “You’ll take everything I have to give you, Angel. Your body was made for it.”
“It hurts!” I cried out again. “You’re going to break me.”
His eyes flashed back to mine. “You won’t break,” he assured me, “and it’s supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment, after all.” Then he thrust, fucking into my pussy with his hand—his thumb and fingers all together as he pushed into my insides.
I cried out, my back bowing as I thrashed against the pillows against the headboard. His free palm landed on my lower belly, keeping me pinned as his hand turned inside of me. It was a strange sensation, but I could feel it. My pussy tightened around individual fingers—five of them inside of me. His fist moved into me. His whole fucking fist ... was inside of me.
I was so startled by the fact that he’d been so cruel to do this that it took my mind a beat to catch up to the fact that I was in a new kind of pain. A sob slipped free of my lips as a sharp agony ripped through me. Was this how it felt for normal virgins? I doubted it. Normal virgins got love—or at least the facsimile of love. They didn’t get a madman’s fist shoved up their pussy as punishment for running away from their arranged marriage.
Despite myself, I couldn’t stop crying. I gritted my teeth, forcing back the curses that threatened to fly out from between my lips. There was no telling what other cruel punishments Gaven would plan for me. After several moments, I managed to breathe through my mouth—in and out—and I started to realize that he wasn’t moving. In fact, he merely held still. His body hovered over me, hot flesh before my eyes as sweat clung to mybody. Sweat and other slick liquids—my own wet juices were still leaking out of me, dripping down between the cheeks of my ass. My face was practically on fire from the knowledge. I was a virgin no more, but I was most certainlyowned.
