Chapter 8 – Delphine
Chapter Eight
Delphine
H is firm, muscular body hovers over mine and I know logically this is my last opportunity to say “no” to this man as definitively as possible.
I don’t want to blame my inability to fight him off on the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve had a man in my bed that my responses to Luigi spur a genuine conflict within me.
He kisses me slowly and deeply again, forcing me to taste my juices on his lips in this strangely erotic moment before he pushes just the tip of his dick past my entrance.
Blinding, searing pain spreads through me when Luigi squeezes just the head past my tightness. I had some estimate of the size and girth of his shaft as he pressed his hardness against me, but nothing could have prepared me for how different it feels to have a big dick stretching you open.
I’ve clearly never had one like this before. I gasp and sink deeper into Luigi’s mattress, which does absolutely nothing to deter him.
“Shhh,” he whispers, kissing my cheeks and neck as I make a last-ditch effort to squirm away from him. “It’ll feel good soon. I promise.”
He moves his hips forward to plunge another inch inside me.
Pain from my stretching entrance spreads through me again but the noise that I squeeze out sounds suspiciously like a moan of pleasure.
But it hurts. Damn, it hurts. I struggle to breathe and to distract myself from the pain. The only distraction I have is… Luigi.
He keeps kissing me slowly and then gets tired of my palms thrusting anxiously against his chest so he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head again so he can slide the rest of his dick inside me with full control over my body.
His eyes are an eerie, icy shade of blue.
Too pale and deep with the fiercely withdrawn expression of a man who has seen some fucked up things…
I close my eyes and submit fully to his lips and worse, Luigi’s dick sliding another inch inside me.
Fuck, it’s starting to feel good. I only have about half his cock buried inside me and the craving for more swells to the point of desperation.
He grunts and pushes more of his dick between my legs, causing our bodies to make a disgusting, wet noise as we crash together.
There’s still more. Luigi’s face reddens visibly as he holds my gaze and pushes forward with a final determined thrust to get the rest of his dick inside me.
I cry out with pleasure that I can’t hide, even if there’s so much shame coursing through me that my body would give in to Luigi so quickly.
His skin is so flushed with desire it’s almost purple and before he thrusts his hips inside me, a quick flash of anger appears and then vanishes from his face as suddenly as I notice it.
He moves his hips and my pain begins again, this time mixed with strange, deep pleasure as Luigi’s quick thrusts turn into urgent, impatient pounding.
Our bodies are wet with sweat and desire within seconds, and the mounting tightness between my legs betrays my body’s fucked up yearnings.
Luigi grunts loudly with pleasure, vocalizing every bit of desire as he pounds me wantonly.
I don’t want his aggressive, unromantic thrusts to feel good, but I’m only human.
A large, Italian man with a chiseled body pins me to the bed and fucks me like I belong to him and my body responds with desire.
With “YES” instead of “no”. I give up on trying to escape him and he senses the absence of pressure against his palms as he pins me down.
He still doesn’t let go. His deep, urgent thrusts form a knot of pleasure in the base of my stomach and within a few minutes of us moaning and grunting together, the pressure becomes too much for me to resist. I try to reason my way out of having an orgasm, which doesn’t work at all as Luigi slams into me with his enormous, thick cock.
“Don’t stop yourself,” he murmurs into my ear, tickling my neck with his hot breath and making it even more impossible to pull myself off the edge of a climax to a more believably resistant state. “Cum all over my dick. You’re so tight. Fuck…”
He fucks me faster after receiving his own encouragement, and Luigi’s enthusiasm, the wetness between us and the repeated friction between my legs are impossible for me to fight.
I cry out with the most uncontrolled pleasure and Luigi responds by thrusting into me slower and deeper than any of his previous thrusts, slamming our hips together.
I cum like I never have before all over my kidnapper’s dick. The only pain I feel this time is emotional. My body is on cloud nine and utterly unbothered by the consequences of letting a strange psychopath fuck me however he wants.
“Don’t stop…” I whisper instead, though it feels like the voice comes from someone else.
I know I’m not the one begging this strange man to fuck me senseless.
But here we are. Luigi releases my wrists, giving me every opportunity to scratch his eyes out or push him off of me.
Instead, my nails sink into his back with nothing but the pure desire to feel his hefty muscles beneath my palms and hold onto his broad back while he slams into me.
“I don’t want to stop,” Luigi says as he holds my gaze again.
This time, I don’t look away. If I’m going to let this happen to me and cum all over my kidnapper’s dick…
I can at least try to enjoy it. He enjoys the way I look at him because the closest thing I’ve seen him produce to a smile crosses his face.
“Good,” he says. “Good girl.”
He kisses me again, wetting my lips once more with my juices and worse, his taste.
There’s something delicious about his lips.
I want to suck on his lower lip, so when he’s about to pull away, I experiment with doing just that.
Luigi makes a soft, masculine grunt of pleasure and then pounds into me harder.
I don’t think about the risk of what he could do to me for the next…
39 weeks. I just keep chasing the high of that first intense climax around his cock.
I already feel myself getting close. Touching his body helps me to feel his warmth, his effort and… his loneliness. I can tell from the way we move together that it’s been a long time for both of us. Luigi’s grunting gets more aggressive and his breathing more shallow as he approaches a climax.
I want another one so badly that my hips move towards him as I fuck my kidnapper back from below while he pounds my pussy with unbridled desire.
“God, yes…” he grunts. “Cum again, baby… I want to feel you cum again…”
His dick easily pushes me over the edge again. We both moan together as my pussy pulses around Luigi’s cock and I climax again from his deep, intense penetration. I hold onto him more tightly as pleasure hits me in mind-blowing waves.
Luigi’s dick stiffens and I can tell he’s close as I feel my pussy responding to the swelling between my legs.
Logic tells me to shove him off or at least try to get him to cum anywhere but between my legs.
That’s not what happens. I keep holding onto him.
I move my hips in slow, swiveling gyrations as I feel Luigi getting close and I try to fuck him back chasing a third orgasm.
My movements and his slow thrusts bring us to an intense mutual climax.
My own intense wave of pleasure distracts me completely from Luigi grunting like an animal and pressing the tip of his cock against my cervix as he explodes between my legs.
The first hot pump causes immediate panic, but Luigi’s hips force me into the bed and there’s not even a slight chance at an escape.
He buries his nose into my neck again as more hot pumps of cum erupt from his dick and coat my inner walls.
“Fuck, that was good,” he mutters. “Fuck…”
His tongue darts out of his mouth as he licks, then kisses and sucks on my neck possessively, allowing his cock to drain every last drop of cum between my legs as he holds me there.
He soaks his dick inside me so long that by the time he pulls it out, no drops remain from the tip.
He must have unloaded enough to get me pregnant.
The warm, squishy feeling between my legs feels so physically intoxicating that I work hard to suppress the logical part of my brain that contains the very real concerns that my kidnapper could have just… impregnated me.
And I let him. Luigi kneels back on the bed, looking down between my legs with a disturbingly proud expression on his face. His white cum oozes out of me and the heat makes me self-conscious enough to force my legs closed. Luigi slams his palm between my thighs to stop me from blocking his view.
“No,” he says. “I want to see.”
He spreads my legs open forcefully before taking a finger and pushing the oozing cum back inside me.
I moan with pleasure as hot shame spreads across my face again.
Why the hell is he doing this to me? Luigi moves his finger around my entrance possessively before pulling out of me slowly, careful not to waste a drop.
He crudely wipes his finger clean on my outer lips and cleans himself off with his own tongue.
“Put your glasses on,” he says calmly. “I got what I needed, so you’re gonna get breakfast and stay in this room until I decide what to do with you.”
There’s none of the emotion I felt while we were moving together in his bed, just an icy, incomprehensible chill. The real Luigi.
He leaves me alone and as soon as he closes the door, I remain still, listening for a conversation with his sister, or possibly a phone call. I want to know what the hell is going on, but I have limited options for investigation.
I don’t know what I’m waiting to hear, but eventually… hushed whispers turn into a loud conversation. Luigi sounds enraged, but Angela’s responses are all in a flat, uncaring monotone.
She’s out there too. My stomach tightens in a knot. What the hell did I get into with this man? Their conversation peters out after about fifteen minutes of passionate arguing. Luigi accuses Angela of drugging us both and she doesn’t deny it.
I don’t hear many of the details of what they say to each other after that, but I hear them getting dressed and then I become so sure the house is empty that I slide off Luigi’s bed to make sure they’re really leaving from the window.
Who are these people? And what the hell is going to happen to me?