Still, Gaven waited. It was as if he were letting me grow accustomed to the massiveness of his hand in my cunt as I panted and wiggled under him. It was too much. I was too full. Sharp, biting cramps overtook my stomach. The lube, I realized. That was why he’d poured so much on himself. He’d been planning this from the beginning. The fucking bastard.
“There, there,” Gaven said, his voice rumbling with approval. “Look at you now, you’ve done it, Angel. You’ve taken my whole fist into your pretty pussy. It’s so swollen around my hand, red and begging for relief.”
A moan of shame overtook me. How dare he say such disgusting things to me when all I wanted to do was wrap my hands around his throat and strangle him the very same way he had me choking on his necktie. Bastard. Asshole. Prick.
As if he could hear my thoughts, Gaven grinned. “You’re going to be such a filthy little bride, Angel,” he whispered, bending down so the heat of his voice and breath was right against my ear. I stiffened. “Your pussy is begging for more pain, you know. I can feel the fluttering of your muscles squeezing me so tight. You want my cock, don’t you? Perhaps if you’re good for me and do what I say, I’ll give it to you. I’ll fill you to the brim with my cum and even let you suck me off afterward. I bet you’d like that—a dirty girl like you.”
With a groan of disbelief, I arched up against him and glared his way when he finally pulled back enough to peer into my eyes. “Fuck … you…” I seethed.
His low rumble of amusement slid over my ears in the nearly quiet room, penetrating through the pounding of blood rushingthrough my head. I felt sore down there, my nipples fucking hurt, and yet, he was amused.
“You might say that, love,” he replied. “But your pussy very much wants me to. You’re squeezing my fingers inside of you like you want me to fuck your insides with my hand. Is that what you want?”
“No!” My scream was hoarse due to the tie around my throat. Much more, and it would make me pass out, but I couldn’t let that happen. There was no telling what else this man would do to my body if I was unconscious.
“Oh, I think your body is much more honest than that pretty, lying mouth of yours.” Gaven chuckled.
“I’m not—” I tried to tell him that I was not a liar, but the words were cut off as he began moving his fingers inside of me. My inner walls contracted as he pulled until the largest part of his palm was nearly out of my insides before thrusting back inside.
“Ah!” Stars danced in front of my eyes and my breath left me in a rush. I could feel where his wrist was against my opening, stretching me. I was afraid to look down, afraid to see just what he’d done to my body.
“So tight,” I heard him mutter to himself, eyes centered on my pussy. “So perfect. It’s too bad you had to be such a naughty girl. This could have been so much easier on you.”
I gritted my teeth, wanting to thrash and curse him but afraid I might rip if I moved too quickly.
“Have you learned your lesson, Angel?” Gaven’s question was nearly lost on me as my entire mind was focused on the tightness of his fist in my cunt. It took a moment for the words to catch up with my consciousness.
Unable to even resist, I replied quickly. “Yes!” I snapped. “Yes! I’ve learned my lesson!”
“Will you accept my ring?” he asked, thrusting his fist against my insides again.
“Yes!” My head turned back and forth as more tears leaked out, streaming down my face, sticking to my cheeks.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” It was all I could say. Yes. Yes. Yes. Anything to stop this madness. Anything to free me from the agony.
Then, as if he could sense just how close to the line I was, his free hand moved down and his fingers plucked at my clit. Suddenly, a rush of fresh slick wetness gushed around his hand. It had nothing to do with the lube that eased his passage. It was all me.
Humiliation burned through my mind and body.
No, I didn’t want to like this.
He’d taken my virginity in the worst possible way. Forcing his hand into my body and ripping it from me like the monster I’d always suspected him of being. I couldn’t … I couldn’t get off on that. It wouldn’t be right.
Yet, the reality of pleasure was right there. He thrust into me, spearing my pussy with his fist as his fingers tortured my clit, sending me up a cliff so steep, the way back down would shatter me into a million pieces.
“You’ll be mine, Angel,” he growled out through gritted teeth. “You’ll take my seed and only my seed, bear my children, and then offer your holes to me for pleasure or pain. Do you understand? Say it, tell me yes.”
I couldn’t deny him. Not anymore. Not like this. So, as I next parted my lips and the orgasm that had been just out of reach earlier finally crashed into me like a tidal wave. I screamed out a broken, “Yes!”
As I did, Gaven pinched my clit between his fingers, sending me ever higher until the world faded into blackness. Oblivion opened its arms and took me into its bosom.
When I finally came to, I found that my pussy was sore, but empty, open and gushing wetness onto the mattresses. Gaven stood over me, quickly wiping his fingers clean. There was blood too. I saw. On his hand. My virginity was now gone—taken, not by a man’s cock, but by his fist. I shuddered. He reached forward and untied my neck from the headboard. His fingers smoothed around my throat as my lashes fluttered.
Exhaustion weighed into me, taking me further away. Lifting me into a sea of sleep and carrying me far, far away. In a world that had nothing to do with mafia men or bondage or even hated marriages.
Just before I was completely lost, though, I heard Gaven’s voice. “Sleep, Angel … tomorrow things will be different. The punishment is over now. You’re back to being my good girl, and my good girl will be well taken care of.” As if to prove his words, a few moments later, I felt a warm washcloth slide over my skin. He was cleaning me—as if I were his doll.
