Bastard's Bride (Loftry University Playthings 4)
“Good girl.”
As the words leave his lips, he surges inside, stealing my breath as he stretches me open beneath him. There’s discomfort as he compels my body to accommodate him, but it’s not pain exactly. It hovers just at the edges, teasing my senses. I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry. All this build-up, and it’s just a massive sense of stretching.
There are no angels singing or even the feeling of losing something. I didn’t really care about my virginity, but somehow, I thought it would be more. More intense, more emotionally devastating. But it’s not. It’s not really all that pleasurable either. I just feel full.
Tears prick my eyes and start to slide down my cheeks. I want to wipe them away to destroy the evidence of my inner conflict, but I can’t. Restrained as I am, all I can do is let the stupid tears fall, humiliating me even further.
And honestly, it’s not even about the loss of my virginity. Not really. It’s everything coalescing into a myriad of feelings I can’t even begin to sort through. The fact that they’re all spilling out while Luke is fucking me is unfortunate timing. Concern flits through his eyes as he stares down at me, his brows furrowed with concentration as he forces his body to stay in that position until I’m able to accommodate him.
“I’m so sorry, baby. The pain will be over soon. You’re doing so good for me. You’re such a good girl for taking my cock like this. God, baby, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me. You’re so fucking tight, Shelaine. Just squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of me.”
He doesn’t understand, and I can’t explain it to him. It’s not the pain; it's not the throbbing organ inside me. It’s everything else. But his tenderness as he runs his thumb down the side of my face, rubbing my tears away, fills my heart with such joy, such happiness.
And then, he begins to move. I can feel each minute movement as he pulls out and rams back in. The discomfort is still there, but now, it’s more like being rubbed raw. It’s certainly something I can handle. Besides, the pleasurable fluttering that surges through my stomach with every thrust more than makes up for it.
Groaning, I turn my head to lay my cheek against the cool mattress while his hips rock back and forth between my splayed thighs. “Oh no, rabbit,” Luke commands, gripping my chin in his fingers. “You’re not going to hide away from me. I want to see every expression that crosses your face. I want to see your eyes rolling backward as I pound into you.”
Arousal pours through my body as his eyes bore into mine. The muscles at his jaw jump with how hard he’s clenching, determined to make this good for me. Staring up at him, however, leaves me open, vulnerable. I’m sure that’s what he wants, but I’d rather be able to examine the sensations flowing through me in the privacy of my own mind.
With him forcing me to stare up at him like this, I can’t hide anything - pain, pleasure, discomfort, ecstasy, nothing. Groaning, I force my body to relax, opening up even more as his hips slam into me. The room is silent, amplifying every sound, every gasp.
His breaths come out in harsh grunts, timed to his thrusts. It bounces around my head, mingling with the soft moans and whines that claw at my throat. Now that the initial discomfort is passing, it’s starting to feel so good. The friction is now a delicious scraping of flesh on flesh. His punishing rhythm makes my stomach flip and my heart race.
Sweat beads on my forehead as we both strain for that release. Without anything stimulating my clit, it’s probably not going to happen for me, but then, he’s already gotten me off once. This one’s probably for him. And that’s okay. I’m just grateful the actual claiming process isn’t as painful as I was worried it would be. Letting him orgasm without bringing me there with him is the least I can do in return.
But then, a soft buzzing fills my ears, pulling my head out of the moment, out of the sensations. Luke smiles as he brings his hand down between us, placing the vibrator on my clit. And then, he lowers himself, sandwiching it between our bodies as he continues to pump back and forth.
Moans pour from my lips as I stare up at the man bestowing all this pleasure on me. But still, there’s something missing. I have no clue what it is, but I know it’s that bite. That little extra that will send me careening over the edge.
The edge! His knife. That’s what I need. I want to feel the scrape of his blade against my throat as his cum shoots inside me. Biting down on my lower lip. I let my eyes dart to either side to see if it’s anywhere near me, but it’s not. I can’t seem to find it.
“Do you need something, little rabbit?” His voice is taunting, as if he knows what I want but wants me to ask for it.
“Your knife?”
Never breaking rhythm, he leans over just a bit and pulls out the same knife he first held to my throat. “This one? What do you want me to do with it?”
“I -. You -. Just please,” I wail as the pleasure starts to coil in my body. I’m going to come soon, but I want to try and hold out until his blade is resting on my skin.
His dark chuckle washes over my body, drawing a shuddering gasp. When he flicks it open, the sound alone causes me to crest, starting the journey toward my orgasm. But just as I’m nearing the top of the peak, he pulls the vibrator away, leaving me bereft, desperate, and far hornier than I’ve been in my life.
“Please what, little rabbit. I need you to use your words. Otherwise, I might just fill in the blanks. Or is that what you want? For me to do with your body what I want to do and fuck whatever it is you desire?”
Did I want him to fill in the blanks? Do I want to give him that control? That bite of curiosity, the one that threatens to put me in danger, rises to the surface. Sure, I may want his knife resting on my neck, but what if his ideas feel even better, more devilish?
Unable to say a word, I nod and take in the predatory gleam on his face. It’s terrifying and arousing at the same time. Hopefully, I won’t regret my actions.
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