Cruel Vows

I do as he says, ignoring the stinging pain and focusing on the deep pleasure I felt a moment ago. Slowly, Massimo sinks in further, spitting on the area now and then to increase the lubrication. It hurts and yet it feels so fucking good all at the same time.

Before I know it, I’m moving my own hips and back and forth, trying to fuck myself on his cock. The mix of pain and pleasure is exhilarating, and I crave more.

Massimo chuckles against my ear lobe. “Looks like my dirty little princess likes getting her ass fucked.”

I grind my teeth into my lip and force myself to stop moving, glancing over my shoulder at him. “I’m not exactly getting fucked, since you aren’t doing anything.”

His eyes flash as if I’ve challenged him and he grabs my hips. “Let me show you what it’s like to be fucked in the ass properly.” He pulls his cock almost all the way out and then slams back in with such brutal force, I scream.

If anyone were to walk past the bathroom at this moment, they’d think someone was being murdered in here.

My body shudders as I try to sort through the sensations flooding through my body. Pain, euphoria, and confusion make for an odd mix as I enjoy the brutal assault of my husband’s cock stretching my ass out so roughly.

“That’s it, fuck, take that cock,” he growls, sounding more beast than man. His lips tease against my ear as he grabs my throat and squeezes softly. The feel of his rough hand against my neck feels right, like a collar I long to wear. “I never imagined your ass could feel so fucking good, princess.”

I moan, the pleasure beginning to outweigh all the other sensations. “Fuck me, sir,” I breathe.

He pounds into my ass harder, taking me with such powerful strokes I’m sure he’ll break me apart any moment. Someone tries to enter the bathroom, finding it locked. Massimo doesn’t stop. He’s lost to this as much as I am. Our bodies becoming one as he takes my anal virginity like the cruel savage he is.

There’s nothing tender or soft about the man I married. He’s unforgivably rough, and I hate how much I love it. The way my body responds to his as if we were made to fit perfectly. My pussy is so wet I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs as he pushes me higher and higher toward heaven. It’s euphoric and heady in a way I never believed possible.

“Oh fuck,” I cry, my head falling forward. “I’m going to come.”

He groans behind me and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. “That’s it, princess. Come for me with my cock deep in your ass. I’m going to fill your ass up with my cum and sit and eat dinner, satisfied that all night your tight little hole is leaking my cum into your panties.” The intensity of his voice alone is enough to tear me to shreds as my thighs quiver and my pussy gushes.

“Yes, sir,” I cry out, arching my back as he continues to fuck me right through it against the wall. My vision blurs as I try to recollect my thoughts, but the orgasm is so intense and different from anything I’ve felt before.

Massimo sinks his teeth into the juncture between my neck and shoulder, roaring into my skin as he comes apart. I feel his cum deep inside of me and it only prolongs the climax pulsing through my body. His hand goes around the front of me, supporting me as he holds himself deep in my ass.

We’re both panting for oxygen as we slowly come down from our mutual pleasure. I swallow hard as I realize that all my attempts to piss him off tonight have essentially flown out of the window. My eyes are drawn to the ring on my finger and I wonder if perhaps he really has made me his in everyway. Ever since our wedding day, I can’t keep my hands off of him despite hating him deeply.

Massimo kisses my neck and then slowly pulls his cock out of me, making me whimper as I’m left with a gaping hole. “Try to keep my cum inside of you, princess,” he breathes, pulling my panties up and affixing them back in place. “That was so damn good, and I’ve still got the rest of the night to play with you when we get home.”

I shudder, uncertain I can take any more from him tonight.

“Now, I’ll return to the table, and you wait a few minutes before coming back.” His lips graze my earlobe. “We don’t want it to be too obvious, do we?”

I shake my head in response, unable to find the words.

“Good girl,” He purrs.

I turn and watch him walk away, wondering what the hell is wrong with me. Massimo Morrone forced me into marriage and stole me from my life, and yet I just let him fuck my ass in a bathroom at some fancy fundraiser. I walk to the sink and stare at myself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the girl staring back.

My desperate need to get out of this marriage is slowly fading into the background, as I’m having more fun than I’ve had in perhaps my entire life. No responsibilities and no worries, other than when my husband might force himself on me. All my life I’ve had to look after myself and having Massimo look after me feels good, even though I don’t want it to.

The devil has me snared in his trap; the question is do I still want to get out of it?