Chapter 5
Gwen
A tremble works its way down my spine. Does he have to be so vulgar? I swallow my fear, refusing to show him how terrified he truly makes me.
“Let me do it,” I say, trying my best to keep my voice sound strong. He merely nods and steps back. I can tell the effort it takes for him to allow me to do this myself. He says he’s not patient, but he’s clearly trying for me. I slowly pull the shirt off and over my head.
My nipples harden the moment the cold air kisses my skin, but I pretend that I’m not affected by the temperature or him. I look up and toss the shirt onto the floor at his feet. Emmett licks his lips. His gaze darkens, burning a path across my skin as he follows the movement of my fingers when I shove them into the waistband of my shorts.
“Has my wife let another man touch her before?” His tone is icy cold, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I push down my pajama shorts.
I could lie and tell him yes , or I could tell him the truth. “Yes, more than once.” The lie rolls off my tongue fluidly. “I’ve been on many dates.”
Emmett tips his head back and barks out a laugh that’s dark and sinister. “I’m going to give you the opportunity to change your answer since I already know you’re lying.” My mouth goes dry, but I somehow hold myself together.
“I’m not a virgin. If that’s what you are asking,” I quip.
Taking a step forward, he reaches out, and his knuckles gently caress the underside of my breast.
“You’re a shit liar, and I know it because I’ve watched you every fucking day. I made certain that no one else touched what was mine.”
Whatever my response might have been gets lodged in my throat when his knuckle brushes against my nipple. A gasp parts my lips at the onslaught of sensations that ripple through me from that one simple touch. I don’t want to react, but how can I not?
His hand brushes against my chin, and he gently lifts it, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“I’m going to fuck you, my wife, and when your virgin pussy comes around my cock, the blood of your purity coating the skin, we’ll both know that you were lying.”
“And you’ll discover I wasn’t.” I fire back, using the last of my strength. Like a man starved of air and life, he pounces on me, his lips find mine like a beacon of light, and he devours me from the inside out.
I can’t protest or speak. All I can do is drown inside him. He makes quick work of his clothing, tossing the articles onto the floor as he guides us back toward the bed.
I should at least attempt to get away again, but the truth is, I don’t want to run. I’ve wanted Emmett since before I became his wife.
Dipping his head, he kisses me with a tenderness I don’t expect. His tongue presses against the seam of my lips, begging for entrance, and I open for him, letting him massage my tongue with his own. I’ve never French kissed anyone before, but the sparks of pleasure kissing brings makes me feel as though I’ve been missing out.
Emmett’s hands are everywhere, in my hair, trailing along my body, and clawing at my panties. His body blankets mine once we’re on the bed, and this sense of protection and security washes over me.
He breaks the kiss and sinks his fingers into the waistband of my panties. He’s completely naked now, his straining cock between us.
“You make me so fucking hard, so fucking crazy. Two years I’ve waited for you. Every day that I’ve had to stay away has been torture, but you’re here now, and I’m going to make you mine. Officially. Forever.”
“What do you mean you’ve waited two years? As in… you didn’t sleep with anyone else?”
“Would you be jealous if I had?” The bastard smirks.
“No,” I lie again, my mother’s lessons coming through. She always told me I should look the other way at my husband’s cheating. Men of power can have any woman they want; all you have to do is satisfy him enough to stay married.
“We really need to work on your honesty, but that’s going to have to wait,” he chides and rips my panties down my legs. Without the protection of my underwear, I’m vulnerable.
Emmett eases my thighs apart and stares at my pussy.
“Nothing but a thin strip of hair…” he says, but I get the feeling he’s talking more to himself. My mother always told me I needed to be ready for a man, whenever, and that no man wanted a woman who wasn’t groomed.
His fingers dip between my legs, and I draw in a ragged breath when he spreads my pussy lips and moves his head between my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I croak. I know what he’s doing, but I can’t seem to imagine he would want to do it with me.
“I’m tasting my wife’s virgin cunt,” he growls against my folds without even looking up. Then he’s on me; his mouth suctions against my clit while his tongue flicks the tiny bundle of nerves.
It takes everything inside me not to scream. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
With each lap of his tongue, I grow wetter, my arousal mounting while the impending orgasm claws at my insides.
“Oh… god…” I squeak, my muscles tightening.
“Come on my fucking tongue.” His voice rumbles against my folds, and his fingers sink into my skin, holding me in place, with no possibility of escape. The pleasure builds and builds like a storm, and I’m blinded by it.
But right at the height, seconds before I’m about to catapult over the cliff’s edge, he pulls away.
“Don’t stop!” I beg, looking up at him through my lashes.
He smirks, the bastard actually smirks, and then he does something I never expected. He slaps my pussy. At first, I’m shocked. The slight sting of pain is jarring, but then he does it again, and I find myself gasping, the air getting caught in my lungs.
“You like me slapping your pussy, don’t you?” All I can do is nod as he delivers another slap, this one right over my clit.
“Do it again,” I beg, wanting the release that I know is coming.
Emmett leans forward, his nose brushes mine, and I can taste the desire he has for me in the air.
“You come when I say you come. Your pleasure is mine, Gwen. Your pain is mine. You’re mine, and nothing, not even time, will fucking change that.”
I feel his fingers at my entrance. I’m sopping wet now, ready to come at any second. He enters me slowly, and I know he can feel what I feel. A smile graces his lips.
“So tight and ready for my cock. Like you could make me believe that another man had you? Not when I sink a finger inside you and can feel how tight you are.”
“I’ve been with others,” I continue the charade.
“We’ll see…” He grins and starts to pump his thick finger inside me while keeping pressure against my clit. “Come for me, liar… gush on my fingers.”
The stimulation is enough to push me over the edge, my muscles quake, and I clench around his finger, abiding by his demand as I ride the wave of euphoria.
I’m trembling when I come back down. He’s added a second finger, and a slight sting of pain fills my center as he stretches me.
He fucks me with his hand for a few more moments before pulling his hand away, bringing fingers to his mouth, and licking them clean of my arousal. The image is so erotic I find it hard to divert my eyes, but when he moves up the bed, his body covering mine, and I feel the brush of his cock on the inside of my thigh, I manage to direct my attention elsewhere.
He is huge, the head thick while his length’s veiny and long. Fear tingles low in my belly. Perhaps I made a mistake by lying to him.
“Ready to eat your words, wife,” he says a moment before his lips press against mine. He swallows my response with his kiss, and I fall deeper into the pleasure.
I’m vaguely aware of his cock pressing against my entrance, but I’m so caught up in his kiss, in the way he’s touching me, hiking my thigh up over his hip, and holding me in place, that I don’t register it’s happening until he’s slid all the way inside of me.
I gasp against his mouth. The pain clashes with the pleasure I felt previously, and it’s like I’m being pulled apart. The burning in my core intensifies, and I want to tell him to stop, but I grit my teeth and stare deep into his eyes, feeling the tears welling there.
“You’re a liar, wife, but that’s okay. You’re my little liar,” he snarls and then sets a grueling pace, slamming into me at a punishing pace. The pain is searing, and I gasp every time he thrusts forward, but there is pleasure beneath the pain, and as his grunts and the slapping of flesh fill the air, another orgasm builds.
Beads of sweat slide down the side of Emmett’s face. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. I’m going to blow right inside your cunt, but first, you’re going to come. You’re going to strangle my cock with this virgin pussy.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I whimper.
“You can, and you will,” Emmett growls.
He slows his pace and snakes a hand between our bodies. He finds my clit and starts rubbing circles against it, igniting a fire deep in my abdomen that I’ve never felt before. Suddenly, I realize he was right. The pleasure builds and builds, and he starts to move a little faster.
My muscles tremble, and I bite my lip to stifle the scream that’s threatening to escape.
“Come, come now!” Emmett orders, and like an obedient wife, I do. I explode, my entire core tightens, and my eyes drift closed as I pulsate around his cock.
“Oh, shit, fuuuuck…” he snarls, and then he’s fucking me, his hands holding me in place with a bruising force. I’m so lost in him I have no idea what is up or down. I simply hold on to him, letting him drown in me like I drowned in him moments ago.
Then I feel it; he explodes. His warm cum fills me in spurts, coating my insides while he slows, his eyes squeezed shut and the muscles in his neck tight. He continues to come, so much so that I can feel the sticky liquid dripping out of me.
Sagging against me, he buries his face in the crook of my neck. We’re both panting and sweating, and I know that he knows I was lying now. Still, I wait for him to rub it in my face.
Instead, he lifts his head, his gaze collides with mine, and he whispers, “You’re mine now, forever and always, wife.”
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