Cruel Vows

PAISLEY

Massimo’s dark, chocolate brown eyes hold mine as he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance. There’s an unspoken promise that he’s going to fuck me until I lose my mind.

I wonder if he’s waiting to hear me tell him no, but I can’t. I can’t deny that I want it as badly as he does right now. All the foreplay over the past two weeks has turned me into a sex-obsessed virgin who can’t stop thinking about finally losing her virginity. Massimo may be a bastard, but right now I want him to fuck me. I’m aching for it in a way I never even knew was possible.

“Now tell me, are you ready, princess?” he asks, taunting me.

I know he’s expecting me to stick to my guns and keep denying the deep and dark truth. Ever since the incident in the bathroom, despite everything that has happened since, I’ve lusted for this moment like the horny virgin I am. A part of me wants to say no just to spite him, but that part of me is growing smaller and smaller the more he teases me.

“Fuck me.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, barely able to believe I’m asking for that from him. “I need you.”

Instant regret hits me like a freight train as his cocky smirk widens. The regret is quickly replaced with sheer pleasure and pain as he thrusts his hips forward. My mouth drops open and a sound that I can only describe as a mix of a moan and scream comes out, as Massimo stretches me around the thick girth of his cock with no mercy. Inch after inch sinks into my virgin pussy, forcing its way deep into my body, as if he’s trying to split me apart with it.

“Fuck, it’s too big,” I mutter, struggling to get a handle on the sensations of being so utterly full as the last inch slips in.

Massimo kisses me quickly and then bites my bottom lip enough to hurt. “It’s just the right fit, princess. So fucking tight.”

I groan as I try to get used to the sensations, but my husband doesn’t intend to give me time to adjust. Those dark, cruel eyes light up with such desire as he watches me struggle to adjust, grabbing my hips hard and pulling his cock almost all the way out of me. Then his hips push forward and he slams into me with all his force, enticing a piercing scream from my lips.

One week since I last came apart by accident as this man pushed me too far, and since then he’s edged me even harder, denying my orgasm with that fucking chastity device. My body is ready to go off like a loaded gun as I tremble violently on the desk, pushed toward the edge by the mix of pleasure like none I’ve ever experienced and pain.

Tears spring to my eyes as I almost lift out of my body, watching him fuck me from above. I claw my fingernails into his shoulders as I try to ground myself. The pleasure is so intense it feels like I’m drowning on land, unable to draw enough oxygen into my lungs. All the while, my husband doesn’t relent, fucking me in a rough yet perfect rhythm that won’t let my first earth-shattering orgasm end.

Massimo growls softly. “You are so perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of you coming like that on my cock, just like that.” He kisses me as if he’s trying to devour me from the inside out. Forcing my mouth open with his tongue and thrusting it into my mouth with such passion that it makes it difficult to organize the hectic thoughts swirling around in my mind.

The stinging sensation of being forced apart by his thick cock becomes pure pleasure, like I’ve never experienced. A deep, mind-numbing pleasure that sets my nerve endings on fire. In all of my wildest dreams, this isn’t how I expected to lose my virginity—on top of an office desk yards away from my wedding reception, celebrating a wedding I was forced into. And yet as I look into those deep, dark, chocolate brown eyes, it feels right in the most confusing way.

Call me crazy, but when I look into those dark, cruel eyes, I feel safe for the first time in my life. How this man looks at me and touches me and possesses me so fully tells me he’d let nothing bad happen to me, even if he himself is bad to the core.

My nipples are so hard they ache as he leans down and sucks on one, resulting in me arching my back.

“Oh, yes,” I cry, clawing my nail down his back. “Harder.”

A dark eyebrow arches as he smiles handsomely at me. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Yes.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “Sir.”

He growls and pulls his cock out of me quickly. The sudden empty sensation makes me whimper in protest.

“On the floor on your hands and knees, now,” he barks.

I drop to the floor without a moment’s hesitations, arching my back. The deep gaping hole he left is desperate to be filled again.

Massimo grabs a fistful of my hair and slams every inch of his cock inside of me. It feels even deeper in this position, which I didn’t believe was possible, making me cry out in surprise. My thighs quiver and I wonder if I ever came down from the first or if a second climax is about to hit me like a tidal wave.

My husband grunts, spanking my ass hard. “Fuck, Paisley. That’s a good girl coming on my cock for the second time so damn quick.”

The intensity of this climax is even higher than the first, as my mind turns into a blank canvas of pure pleasure. My entire body spasms in his hands, tearing apart my entire world. Massimo thrust in and out with even more force, not letting up for a second while I writhe in pure, unadulterated pleasure in front of him.

I’ve never felt so utterly liquid and intangible before as he sinks in as deep as he can with each heavy thrust of his cock. Hatred no longer comes into the equation at this moment, as all I can think about is the sensations he’s giving me.

He took me from my home and made me his wife as if he had the right, but right now, none of that matters. All that matters is that after two torturous weeks of this self-entitled asshole edging me and only once letting me come, I’m finally getting the release I’ve craved. Right now, I’m thinking with my pussy and nothing else.

He yanks my hair harder, arching my back further. “You are taking every inch so damn well, princess.”

I moan so loud if I weren’t so fucking turned on, I’d be embarrassed. His large hands grip my hips so hard I’m sure he’s going to leave bruises and I still don’t care. This man could do anything to me right now and I’d melt into a puddle on the floor for him like an ice sculpture in the summer heat.

“Tell me how much you want my cock.” The tone of his voice is deep, dark, and dominant.

I bite my bottom lip, knowing that uttering those words will come back to bite me in the ass. And yet I can’t resist. “I want it so badly. Fuck me harder, sir.”

He growls and I feel him lean forward as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. “Good girl,” he breathes against my skin.

Hearing him call me that tightens my nipples and makes them hurt more. My clit throbs between my thighs and I fear I’m going to come apart again at any moment. It makes me feel both powerless and needy, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. The man behind me has all the power, and I’m loving every second.

Massimo takes a fistful of my hair and yanks it backward, sending a pain through my scalp. “You belong to me now, and I’m going to do whatever I want with you whenever I want to.” His tone is menacing and yet thrilling at the same time as he fucks me with cruel abandon. Our bodies coming together in a chaotic clash of skin against skin like thunder clouds crashing together in the sky.

I arch my back more, which results in a deep rumble from the man behind me.

“I’ve never met a woman so utterly perfect as you, Paisley,” he mutters. His voice is husky as he breathes harder and faster. A sound between a grunt and a groan vibrates through me, warning me he’s close to coming apart.

I claw my fingernails into the hardwood floor, wishing I had something more substantial to grab onto. My stomach tightens and I know it’s only a matter of time until I orgasm for the third time. If Massimo’s cruel and torturous edging has taught me anything, it’s that pleasure is far more explosive when delayed.

He leans forward and slides his arm around my throat, squeezing. “Fuck, baby. Your cunt is squeezing me so fucking tight. Are you going to come again?” He rasps, picking up the pace as his balls slap against my clit with each vicious thrust.

I’m sure at any minute I’m going to come again, even though I haven’t fully recovered from the second climax. “Yes, sir.”

His arm cuts off my oxygen as he continues to fuck me mercilessly. Our skin clashing together and echoing around the huge room — a room that isn’t very far from our wedding guests.

My back is so arched that his mouth is by my ear. “Let’s see just how rough you like it.” I struggle to draw in small gasps of oxygen, feeling the intensity of my last orgasm still pulsing through me as the next builds toward a crescendo. I didn’t believe he could fuck me any harder, and yet he does. “I’ve been dreaming about this cunt for over two weeks now, and finally, I’m going to fill it with my cum.”