Chapter 3
Ava
He couldn’t mean that. He couldn’t. I told myself that over and over because I was in unknown territory. If I refused, would he make me come again? Would he leave? Would he do something else?
Did he want to fuck me?
Did I want him to?
I swallowed hard and met his eyes. At once, all the questions in my mind fell away. He was dead serious. I’d never been so certain of anything in my life.
I was exhausted. My pussy was sore. My clit and my nipples throbbed hot.
But I still had my pride. It was all I had left.
I shook my head, refusing him for a third time. I would never ask for him to remove my panties. I wouldn’t be a willing participant in whatever this was.
Not now. Not ever.
His mouth set in a firm line and without missing a beat, he pulled his fingers from my pussy and tore my panties clean off.
The fabric caught my sensitive folds, ripping against my aching clit and burning hot like a brand.
I cried out, feeling as though he’d scraped my flesh from my body.
I blinked hard, trying to rein back the tears that suddenly threatened to fall.
My pussy ached long after he tore my panties from me, a powerful reminder of just how strong he was.
Fire.
Oh, God.
It hurt.
My clit wouldn’t stop burning.
I couldn’t stop screaming so he took my soaked panties and stuffed them in my mouth, effectively gagging me with them.
The taste of my own arousal washed across my tongue, sweet and musky and shamefully arousing.
I felt myself blush with embarrassment, blazing even hotter when I saw his gaze dip downward to take in the sight between my legs.
His fingers curled around my pussy, and he met my eyes with his hard unforgiving ones.
“Bad girl. I gave you three chances and still, you refuse me. I wasn’t planning on spanking this naughty little pussy tonight, but you most certainly earned it,” he growled.
I cried out into the soaked cloth of my panties in fear.
If he hadn’t cut off my ability to speak, I would have begged him not to. I had the feeling it wouldn’t have mattered though. He’d have done it anyway.
The first time his palm slapped against the overly sensitive flesh of my pussy, I screeched around the sodden cloth in my mouth as a rush of fierce agony spread across my wet folds. His hand was fast and hard, striking against my bare flesh with ruthless and terrible intent.
This was a punishment. This hurt a lot and there was no way for me to make it stop. My only choice was to take all of it until he decided that he had given me enough. I wailed in despair.
I tried to close my legs in a protective measure, but he shifted once more and placed a single knee between my thighs, keeping me vulnerable and open to his punishing hand. Over and over, he spanked my pussy, thoroughly punishing my tender flesh as hard as he wanted.
Then he used his fingers to spread my pussy wide open, baring my clit. He spanked that next. I thrashed and writhed as much as I could, but it all was for naught. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to break.
The last thing I wanted was for him to see me cry.
“I’m sorry,” I screamed into my soaked panties, but he didn’t listen, and I was left to suffer with the taste of my wetness on my tongue and the burning sting of his punishing hand between my thighs.
“Are you ready to tell me where you got the weapon you used to kill the vampires?” he pressed.
I shook my head, trying to tell him to stop and that I desperately wanted him to stop spanking my pussy so brutally hard.
He was a monster. I couldn’t tell him anything.
Even if I wanted this all to stop.
His mouth set in a firm line and his gaze darkened. He held my pussy open and spanked my clit several times in quick succession and then he pinched it so hard that I swore that I saw stars.
I cried out in pain and reluctant pleasure. My pussy felt scalded from his punishment, but still my desire for more seemed to rise from the fire as if it was immortal, and nothing I could do would bring it down.
I didn’t know how it was possible, but I was coming to the terrifying conclusion that he could force me to come for a third time.
I didn’t know if I could take it. I didn’t even know if I was capable of it.
“You will beg to tell me what I want to know,” he warned and the veiled threat in his tone that he could do far more to me if he wanted to was so terrifying that I stilled with fright.
There wasn’t any doubt in my mind that he would.
But I couldn’t give in. With fear, I shook my head. I refused him once more because I had no other choice.
He shifted backwards once more, holding down my legs with the strength of his arms as he lowered his mouth to my pussy. He blew a warm breath over top of my scalded flesh, and I shivered.
“I bit your nipples as punishment earlier, didn’t I little one?” he asked purposefully.
I nodded.
“Your little clit can suffer the same fate,” he warned, and I tried to jerk away in an ill-conceived escape attempt.
I keened into the gag in my mouth as he opened his lips and I watched in open horror as his teeth moved forward and latched around my clit.
For a second, he held my clit just so with his teeth. I shook with panic, unable to do anything but sit there and look on in disbelief before he bit down on my tender bud so roughly and cruelly that the punishing hurt was agony from the first moment.
I cried out before the pain even began. My clit was more than overly sensitive from the two forced orgasms at his hands, and he probably knew it.
Pure pain and exquisite pleasure poured through me, two warring sensations and before long, the hurtful edge began to win out.
I screamed and I cried out. I begged through the sodden cloth of my panties and when he finally released my clit, I moaned in sheer relief even as it continued to throb with punishing soreness.
As the pain began to fade, I was left with something even more powerful.
Desire.
The unfathomable need for more.
I wanted him to fuck me, and I wanted it badly. I wanted to feel his cock sinking deep into my flesh and I whimpered, trying to cope with the unexpected urge to suddenly offer him the gift of my virginity.
He didn’t let me lose myself in my passionate wants for very long, because he shifted once more and climbed off the bed.
He started to get undressed.
A feeble-sounding mewl escaped my lips, unabated and unwanted.
The corner of his lips turned up in a cocky grin.
He’d heard me. Very slowly, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the dark blond nest of curls along his chest. The fabric opened up and the hard lines of his torso rippled in the shadows, catching my attention for far longer than I wanted them to.
My pussy tightened hard, and I couldn’t help it.
He shrugged off that white button-up and tossed it on the chair by the window. Next, he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his slacks, pushing them down his hips. He stepped out of them and tossed them aside too. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled his socks off next.
He was wearing a dark, silky looking pair of boxers, but those didn’t last much longer either. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as he pushed them down too. I lay there frozen, and he flew toward me, straddling my waist once more and pinning me to the bed.
Oh.
My.
Fuck.
His cock.
It was so hard and only inches from my face. I could see every thick ridge, every pulsing vein, and that all paled when I took in the sheer size of it. My pussy clenched down hard in anxious anticipation. Would it hurt if he fucked me? Would I like it? I didn’t know.
I kind of… wanted to know though.
I hated myself for even thinking it. His body weight was heavy over mine and I knew that no matter how hard I bucked, there would be no escaping him.
He reached for me and pulled the sodden panties free from my lips.
“If you aren’t going to talk, little human, I have a different use for that pretty mouth,” he purred, and I hissed with fury. There could be no doubt of what he meant by that, not with his cock only inches from my lips.
The fucking audacity of this man.
“I’ll bite clean through your cock if you try to put it in my mouth,” I spat.
I wouldn’t tell him that I sort of wanted to find out what he tasted like. I wouldn’t tell him that I kind of needed to find out what his cock in my mouth would feel like.
“Good luck. Unless you have silver teeth, that won’t do you much good,” he chuckled, and I forced myself to look away from the throbbing monstrosity of a cock in front of my face.
My blood ran red hot.
He gripped my chin and turned my face right back with one hand before the other slapped my breast hard. His dark eyes held mine as they peppered my chest with hard spanks, catching the tips of my nipples over and over.
My cries echoed all around me, helpless and pitiful and weak. There was nothing to do but take it until he decided that he was through.
Casually, he transferred his weight backwards so that he could touch between my legs. I should have tried to close my thighs and keep him out, but I was ashamed to realize that I was instinctually opening for him, my hips rocking back and forth.
Was he going to fuck me now? Was I going to lose my virginity to a cruel monster?
Instead, he slid two fingers inside me, slowly. Surely. Arrogantly.
My pussy gripped them like a vise.
He pumped them in and out of me, teasing me and a wave of humiliation washed over me as my body reacted of its own accord, like a goddamn traitor. I was never going to get over how much I hated myself right now for responding that way.
His fingers fluttered inside me, and I moaned softly before he drew them out. Without even a second’s hesitation, he forced them in between my lips.
“Suck. Taste yourself on my fingers and then tell me you don’t want my cock in your mouth,” he demanded.