Chapter 20
Grace
My pussy is still spasming on his thick cock as my hands dig at his fingers, trying to pry them away. Fear, bliss, and lust are all mixed within me and make my heart race.
He’s not holding my throat too tight. It’s just instinct making me try to push his hand away. He lifts me from the cage, and my heart beats faster as I weakly struggle against him.
I’m practically impaled on his dick with one of his arms braced against my front and between my breasts, his hand squeezing my throat, and his other hand gripping my hip.
I struggle to breathe as waves of a dim release threaten to consume me. It’s coming. I try to writhe against him, both to get away but also to feel more. I need more.
He lays me on the bed and spreads my legs so he’s straddling one thigh, his hand still firm on my throat and he squeezes tighter.
For a moment, only a fraction of a moment, my heart freezes with fear, a distant memory breaking through the pleasure.
My mother. Her death. His fingers dig into my throat and I kick as hard as I can, uselessly.
This is different. I try to separate the two, I try not to be afraid. But I am. I’m so fucking terrified.
Small white circles dance in my vision as he pounds into my pussy, thrusting deeper and harder, relentlessly taking from me. The moment of fear and conscious recollection passes, and waves of pleasure consume me.
My mouth opens with a silent scream as I cum violently.
His grip on my throat loosens and he lets go as the ecstasy rocks through my body.
He rides through my orgasm, viciously fucking me and making the intensity of my release that much higher.
I feel lost in bliss, unable to do anything but claw at the sheets.
He thrusts into me without mercy as I scream with pleasure.
Wanting more, but trying desperately to get away.
My body is propped up, and I’m trying to just hold on.
And then his fingers strum my throbbing clit, and I can’t take any more.
My lungs still, my body goes stiff and every nerve ending explodes with a fire I’ve never felt before.
He groans my name and his thick cock pulses inside of me, his hot cum filling me and leaking between us. It’s only then that I can breathe, with his lips barely touching my neck as he pumps short shallow strokes, prolonging his release and sending shivers down my body.
He presses his lips to my neck and I breathe easy, a feeling of longing overwhelming me as I hold him closer.
But as quickly as it came, it’s gone. He pulls out and moves off the bed, leaving the chill of the room to creep closer to me.
I watch his back as he walks to the bathroom, and the reality of what’s happened slams against my chest.
My breathing comes in frantic pants, and my eyes go wide.
I’m not safe. I don’t waste a moment. I don’t listen to what he’s doing; I don't even try looking for him. I climb off the bed and run to the cage, not stopping until I’m in the very back corner and covered by my blanket.
His cum leaks down my leg, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
What have I done? What’s wrong with me?
I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that I enjoyed what happened or that I didn’t even realize what I’d done until he left me.
He holds a spell over me, his very presence a trance. I can’t escape it. He’s like a drug, and I’ve grown addicted.
I watch as he walks back into the room, stopping only two steps from the bathroom. His brow furrows as he looks from the bed to the cage.
And then his eyes flash with something else. Something I’ve truly never seen from him.
Anger.
He looks fucking pissed. His hands ball into white-knuckled fists. His eyes narrow as he locks onto my gaze, forcing me to maintain eye contact and he stomps over to the cage.
I try to scoot back farther, away from him and his rage, but I can’t. I’m cornered.
But I’m safe.
My heart beats faster.
He won’t come in here. I’m safe here.
But I’m not.
He doesn’t hesitate to bend down, walk straight into the cage and grab me by my ankle. He yanks me toward him, and I yell.
My fingers try to grip onto the bars, but they slip as he pulls me into his chest.
I scream and try to kick away.
No! He lied! He lied to me! My heart tries to climb out of my throat as fear consumes me.
“Stop fighting me, princess,” he says quietly and his voice is gravelly low.
My blood runs cold, and I still in his arms from fear of what he’s going to do. I knew it was too good to be true. I’m not safe. I never was.
He brings me to the bed, and I wait for his fury to be unleashed. My body sinks into the mattress, and I keep my eyes closed.
But nothing happens. I pull the blanket tighter around me, as if it can protect me. It never has before, but I have nothing else. There’s nothing left.
After a moment passes with the only sound being his heavy breathing, I open my eyes.
The bed dips and groans as he sits on the bed, his back to me.
I don’t understand.
“You won’t ever do that again.” Gio’s voice is hard, unforgiving. And I cower behind him. “Do you understand? I’ll take your cage away if you dare leave me like that.” He finally turns to face me, and I can see the hurt in his eyes. “You will let me give you aftercare, do you understand that?”
My heart’s racing, and I feel so confused. He leans down and kisses me. His tender touch is so unexpected. My heart swells, and tears leak down my cheek.
I don’t understand it.
He pulls away with his eyes still closed and says, “You don’t leave me after something like that. Not until I say you can.” He opens his eyes. “You need to be comforted. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I answer weakly.
His eyes roam over my face, searching for something. “Are you okay?” His voice is so soft, so calm. It’s a side of him I haven’t seen.
I nod my head, but my fingers slowly rise to my throat.
An asymmetric grin pulls his lips up. “Did you like that?” he asks, his fingers touching mine and then sliding down my throat.
I can’t lie. I didn’t. I shake my head slightly, and concern is written all over his expression.
“Please don’t,” I shut my eyes and I can’t continue.
“Shh,” he leans forward and kisses my jaw and then down my neck and collarbone.
“I thought you enjoyed it… You didn’t…” He clears his throat and looks away. “You didn’t want any of it?” he asks.
“No!” I’m quick to correct him. “Just the choking.”
He looks back to me and considers my words. I can tell he wants to ask.
“I watched my dad kill my mother,” I say softly. I hold his gaze as it softens.
“My princess,” he whispers, lying next to me and pulling me into his hard body. It’s not until my cheek is against his bare chest that I realize I’m crying. I never cry. “Never again, I promise you.”
“And I won’t leave you.” I say the words so quickly, and for a moment I misunderstand myself. Or maybe I meant it to be literal, I don’t know.
He holds me until I’ve stopped crying and then kisses my hair, whispering, “I need to clean you up.” He leaves my side and turns back to give me a look of warning. But I don’t want to run. I want to stay. I don’t want to hide from him.
I feel vulnerable and raw, and the way he holds me makes it seem as though that’s just right. It’s the way it’s supposed to be.
When he walks back into the room, he seems different. I’m not sure why, but everything now is so different.
My thighs tremble slightly as he slides the warm cloth between my legs. I’m still on edge from hours of stimulation. He gentles his hand on my thigh and moves me to lay on the bed on my side. I curl up as he lays the blanket on top of me, tucking me in and moving behind me, his chest to my back.
He feels so warm, so strong. And his smell is so comforting. I fill my lungs with his masculine scent. It relaxes me. The tiredness of the day settles against me, lulling me to sleep in his strong embrace.
“I was supposed to punish you, princess,” he murmurs and kisses my neck.
“Next time you touch yourself without my permission, you’ll be punished. Is that understood?” His voice is hard, but he’s holding me with such tenderness that the threat falls flat. Besides, I don’t want to touch myself without him. I want him to take me like that again and again.
I want more.
“Yes.” He holds me closer, and my heart beats frantically.
I’m vaguely aware that this is wrong and that I need to use this new development to my advantage, but the voice is so weak, drowned out by the steady beat of his heart, that it’s easy to ignore. If only just for this moment.