Chapter 21
AMELIA
After a few minutes of coughing and choking while he’s assaulting my throat, he groans and releases into my mouth. My breath comes in ragged pants, trying to put the air back in my lungs. The back of my throat is hoarse.
“Swallow every last drop,” his deep, raspy voice runs through my whole body, making my head swim.
I try to, but a few drops spill down my chin and onto the hardwood floor. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue to show him it’s gone, hoping he won’t notice. But his rough hands force my head down to the cold, hard floor, and as my face meets the polished wood, I gasp.
“Clean it up. With your tongue. Now,” he commands, grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back, leaving me spread like a rotisserie chicken.
“I-I’m not licking the floor. That’s disgusting!”
“Oh, really? You aren’t, huh?” He unhooks the belt from around my neck and dangles it in front of my face. He doesn’t even have to say the warning out loud, the sight of the belt alone makes my heart race with all the emotions at once.
Dammit .
At least I can count on the floor being clean, he treats the room like he’s in the military and a higher-up is gonna check it at any minute. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself, leaning down to run my tongue along the few spilled drops. As I do, he places his boot on my upper back, pressing me into the floor.
“Fuck, you’re such a good little filthy slut,” he praises, and it sends wetness to my core just like every other time he says I’ve done a good job. “Cleaning my cum off the floor with your tongue just because I told you to.” I squeeze my thighs shut.
He must notice, because he stops my legs from closing with his boot and kicks them apart. “Ah, ah, ah. Someone getting wet?” He’s staring at my glistening pussy with a smug smile and I avert my eyes, squirming under his gaze. “We’ll have to fix that for the pretty girl,” he rasps, holding out his hand to help me up.
When I take it, he places me on the bed and pushes my panties more to the side. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaked . This tight cunt is ready to be pounded until it knows it belongs to me.”
A fiery warmth spreads through my body like a wildfire. I’ve been waiting for this. Desperate for it. Maybe even a part of me thought if I did go to that bar tonight, he’d show up and I’d get what I wanted.
I gasp as he tears my dress off like a starving animal, and the air between us crackles with anticipation. As I lay before him completely bare, his fiery gaze intensifies. The way he looks at me—as if I were the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on—sends a rush of comfort through my veins.
“Fuck, I’m going to tear your little pussy apart.” His voice has an air of desperation as he finishes pulling his pants off in a rush. Whether that was supposed to be a threat or a tease, I don’t know.
Now that I think about it, I do feel a little nervous about his large size ‘tearing me apart’. He has to be almost double the size of any other guy I’ve been with by length, and he’s not lacking in girth either. He’s cut, it’s veiny, thick, and looks like it belongs in some kind of porn magazine. On his thigh, I can see a line tattoo that looks like it goes all the way around the thick muscle, and I don’t know why, but it’s hot as hell.
Just by the sight of him naked, I’m literally throbbing down there.
“You’re… big.” I voice my concern as he rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance.
“Don’t worry. It’s gonna fit. I’ll make it.”
Goosebumps litter my skin. He’ll make it fit?
His hard-on is growing even more, and I can feel it perched up against my stomach now, going past my belly button as he grinds his hips agonizingly slow.
“Three rules.” His raspy voice sounds against my ear.
I hum.
“One. You’re not gonna ever come without my permission. I control all of them—how many and when. Even when you’re not with me. You have to ask first.”
I squirm under him. Why all the talking right now , just get on with it.
He groans and holds me still. “Two. Your boobs are mine, whenever I want. So if I want to pull them out in the middle of Econ and suck on them in front of everyone, I can.”
I moan lightly as he pinches my nipple with his right hand.
“Three.” He grabs my chin tightly, his stormy eyes locking onto mine. “If you even think of giving your body to another man, first you’ll end the poor sucker’s life, and then after, I’ll destroy you, I’ll wholeheartedly ruin you so deeply that you won’t even be able to recognize yourself afterwards. Understand?”
I nod.
“ Understand ?” he says more forcefully.
“Yes.”
“Good. I mean it, Amelia. I don’t make empty threats. But I know you’ll follow them because you’re always such a good girl for me.” He rubs his thumb over my cheek.
With a slow movement, he enters into me, and I cry out in surprise at how big it feels. He’s stretching me almost painfully.
He sits for a second, trying to give me time to adjust as he breathes out a quiet groan. He goes in slowly for a few strokes. “I can’t wait any fucking longer,” he rasps, tensing above me. “This pussy is too fucking good to go sl—fuck.” His voice is strained when he says, “Fuck this... It’s gonna hurt.” Not wasting another second, he grabs my hips and slams into me in one go.
I practically scream my head off and grab onto his shoulders tightly, my fingers digging into his back. I’m sure I’m drawing blood at this point.
“I can already tell this pussy is going to have me at your mercy,” he says, clenching his teeth. They then sink into the soft skin of my neck, biting hard. A surge of pain and pleasure course through me, mingling with the sound of his primal grunt as he enters me again. “Fuck, Amelia. Fuck.”
He goes slow again, I can tell restraining himself for me. But I want to please him and give him what he wants. I want him to drown in the pleasure that is me , knowing I’m the one bringing him to his knees.
“Y-you don’t have to hold back. I can take it.”
He laughs. “Even if I do go fast and hard, I’ll still have to hold back or I’ll break you in half.”
“I mean it. You just went hard and I c-could take it.”
“That’s because I was only halfway in. Like now.”
My eyes peel open and I look down.
Holy shit… he’s only halfway in, and I’m already bordering on barely taking it. He’s going to freaking destroy me.
Still, I feign confidence and say, “What, are you scared your fast and hard won’t be enough for me?”
There’s a mischievous glint that lights up his eye as he chuckles lowly to himself. Instead of responding, he backs all the way out of me and slams forward, seating himself deeper than I ever knew anyone could go. I cry out and my head rolls back onto the bed.
“Still not enough for you, huh?” he taunts.
He holds me in place, his hard thrusts leaving me breathless. With a grunt, he picks up a steady pace, and I swear I feel him in my freaking stomach.
“Oh—oh my God!” I moan in unbearable pleasure.
“Is it that good that you’re seeing him right now?” he teases.
My body yields to the relentless rhythm of his thrusts. Each powerful stroke sends the head of his cock dragging against my g-spot, radiating sparks of electricity throughout my entire being. My eyes are scrunched shut, overwhelmed by the sensation, and my screams fill the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing back to us.
“Are you going to apologize for the way you acted? And believing them with no proof?”
“I’m— s-sor… mm.”
“I know, I know. Try to get your words out for me. I have all night to fuck you into this mattress so take your time, pretty girl.”
He’s going deeper, harder, and faster now—I have to put my hand on his stomach to try and slow him down. But this just causes him to grab both my hands and hold them above my head with one hand. His other hand is by my head holding himself up.
“You said you can take it, so shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good little slut.” He snaps his hips and sinks into me even deeper. How deep can he go?!
He plants soft kisses on my nose, both cheeks, and my jawline like he isn’t roughly ravishing me right now. He starts going slow, but hard . Backing out and slamming in again. Over and over.
I squirm, and my body begins to shake lightly. The pleasure is too much, I never knew there was such a thing as feeling too good.
Each forceful stroke breaks my speech into fragmented gasps and breathless moans. Even just moaning his name turns into, “A—Aid—d—den.”
He chuckles. “Look at you. I thought you said you could handle it. You’re practically convulsing.” I can’t even talk properly to respond to him, my mouth is wide open but nothing comes out. He continues taunting me. “You’re turning red. Shaking like a leaf and keep running away. And you can’t even talk.”
Oh my God, I can’t take it. My back arches off the bed and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
But that doesn’t stop him from pinning me down so I can’t run away and pounding into me with a force that splits me wide open.
“You’re mine, right? Not that senseless stuff you said downstairs by the front door?” His voice is rough as he pounds me fiercely.
“Yes!” I scream. “I’m sorry! I’m yours. I’m yours.”
He leans down to whisper in my ear, “And don’t you ever fucking forget it, Amore. Sei mio .”
As he lies on top of me, I can feel his heavy, ragged breathing against my neck, his exhales sending warm pulses on my skin. The vibrations of his moans resonate through his chest and onto my neck.
I’ve never heard a guy moan like this before, beyond just loud breaths, and it’s freaking hot .
So hot it’s sending me over the edge. And him speaking in Italian, whispering it in my ear. It’s all too much.
“You’re clenching on me, love,” he grunts, his voice strained. “Are you going to come for me?” he whispers against my neck. “Because you remember the rules, right?”
“Oh—my—God, please…”
“Ask the right way,” he rasps.
“C-can I come, please please?” I whine as a powerful orgasm brews on the horizon.
“Beg some more. You look so fucking hot begging, baby.” He backs out of me until only the tip is inside and rolls his hips, entering me fully in one hard, deep motion.
My eyelids flutter, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as waves of ecstasy crash inside me. I don’t bother asking again. I surrender to the relentless force of the orgasm that sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating from every nerve ending. My body quivers and shakes as the intensity of the sensation threatens to overwhelm me completely.
“Fuck, you’re a good little slut. Squeezing the cum out of my cock.” He bites down on my neck, trembling on top of me, his muffled groans vibrating through the bite as he comes.
His words have an effect on me they absolutely should not .
It’s degrading.
Dehumanizing.
And I might just be batshit crazy for craving to be called a good little slut again.