Chapter 3 #3
“I’m going to fuck this soaking wet little pussy until you’re sore enough that you’ll feel it all day tomorrow.
That is already decided. The only part of this that is up to you now is whether I fuck your naughty little bottom afterwards and that depends on whether or not you tell me what I want to know. ”
For a split second, I considered telling him about my father’s murder, how my family had been ruined by his villainous conduct and that the Venuti were probably at fault for some sort of deal gone wrong, but I stopped.
I remembered myself and I blinked back tears.
There was a part of me that wanted to tell him, but he was a monster too.
He was a criminal, and all of this was probably just some terrible form of torture designed to give him the answers he wanted before he killed me.
I couldn’t trust him. Not now. Not ever.
Knowing I had no other choice, I just shook my head.
I refused him. Again.
“You should know that the scent of your arousal is only increasing, little human. You continue to fight me, but you can’t stop thinking about what it’s going to feel like when my cock takes your tight little pussy for the very first time,” he observed.
I gritted my teeth.
“Tell me something, little human. Has anyone else ever touched that pretty bottom hole before?” he pressed. I drew in a shocked breath, unable to hide the surprise that surged through me instantly.
Instinctively, I pressed my thighs together. I didn’t want to know where this was going next.
“No,” I sputtered.
“Have you touched that tight little hole?” he pressed, and I couldn’t stop the way my breath pulled in noisily all around me.
He couldn’t know. There was no way.
My face flushed hard, and my legs spread for him. It was an unconscious reaction and entirely involuntary, and I couldn’t stop it. My body had long since taken over the sound logic of my mind. By the ravenous look on his face that followed, he’d seen it too.
I had touched myself back there. One time and I’d never told anyone about it.
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right?
It was after my friend’s bachelorette party, and I’d been pretty drunk.
She’d given out gift bags and I’d only opened it after I’d staggered back into the safety of my hotel room to find a small steel butt plug and a packet of lubricant.
I’d only used a little bit of the lube before I’d rather hastily pushed the plug inside me.
The rubber band of pain after I’d pushed it all the way inside was far more sobering than I ever wanted to admit.
The strange part of the whole thing that once the ache had faded to something of a gradual smolder, I’d left it inside me because I’d found myself so turned on that I’d needed to come right after I’d put it in.
Worse than that, I’d used my vibrator on my clit because I’d needed to and before him, it had been the hardest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
I didn’t tell my friend. I didn’t tell anyone. It was my secret to keep, and I wasn’t about to give it up to the likes of a wolf.
I refused to answer him.
His eyes narrowed with dark promise.
He tore through the binds that held my ankles like they were made of tissue.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked.
“Only human men fuck their women on their back,” he replied. “I’m not human and I’m not going to fuck you that way.”
Roughly, he flipped me over on my stomach and I yelped when he placed one hand in the middle of my back and the other on top of my bare bottom.
I’m not sure why, but him looking at my naked backside was the most embarrassing part of this whole ordeal.
I could feel myself blushing hard and his palm smoothed over the surface of my skin.
He cupped each cheek, and I was left with the harrowing thought of how his hand dwarfed each side of my ass.
His hands were so very big. I found myself pressing back into the hard plane of his palm and just when I thought maybe he was being gentle before he fucked me, he spanked me hard.
I whimpered out loud and a second cruel smack followed.
I was getting the first real spanking of my life. I soon lost count of how many times his palm connected with my bare cheeks. His smacks were relentless and quick and far harder than I was ready for.
I was in so far over my head.
“Stop! You have no right to spank me!” I shrieked.
It hurt so much that I was beginning to fear that I was losing grip of the very last semblances of my control, of my sanity, of everything that made me who I am.
“I do, pretty human. I want this little bottom bright red before I force every last inch of my cock into that tight virgin pussy,” he smirked with amusement.
“Please!”
“It makes me very hard when you beg for mercy, sweet girl, but it’s not going to rescue you from the thorough spanking you’ve had coming since you first refused me,” he countered.
I cried out, feeling helpless.
With his hand in the center of my back, I couldn’t roll to the side.
I couldn’t avoid even a single one. His hand was relentless and the longer my spanking continued, the more I convinced myself that his palm must be made of wood.
He punished the upper curves of my cheeks, all the way down to the middle of my thighs.
I was his prisoner. His to do with as he wished. His to hurt. His to fuck.
“Please stop,” I pleaded. My voice broke and he started spanking the backs of my thighs exclusively. “Please, alpha. Please,” I begged. Over and over, I tried to appeal to his sympathy. There had been a glimmer of it when he’d cleaned off my face, but it was nowhere to be seen now.
He intended to punish me, and he wanted it to hurt.
It did. So much.
My mind edged at a dark place, teetering on that thin border and I squeezed my eyes shut, just trying to survive before I fell apart.
My entire focus was centered on his hand spanking my backside.
It was as if he was branding me with fire with every strike and it was only that much more intense when he punished the backs of my thighs.
My hips arched back and forth, and my cries grew louder.
Was he going to make me cry? Was that what he wanted? I was terrified that I would.
Would my tears be enough to set me free?
“Your spanking will end when you lift that pretty bottom for me. Present me with that soaking wet little pussy so that I can fuck it,” he demanded.
I didn’t even think.
I just obeyed.
I arched my back and spread my legs, only to earn a very quick flurry of spanks on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.
My mouth opened in shock, desperate for air and his punishing smacks stopped.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
My heartbeat nearly skipped a beat at the words of praise.
My bottom burned hot, but my pussy burned far hotter.
The hard punishment, the rough humiliating treatment was turning me into a soaking wet mess of arousal and need and red-hot desire.
He grabbed my hips and lifted me up onto my knees.
With my wrists still bound, I couldn’t reach back or do anything to fight him off.
Not that I wanted to.
I should want to.
But I didn’t.
My pussy ached. It felt so empty, and I knew now that it would soon be very full of this cruel bastard’s deliciously massive cock.
And I couldn’t wait.
“You were wet when I left you covered with my seed, and even wetter when I returned after leaving you to wonder about what might happen next, but you’re absolutely soaked now that you’ve been very thoroughly spanked,” he observed.
I shivered with shame. I’d lost my grip on reality.
I was a prisoner to his wants, his needs, and the worst part of it all was that they had become mine too.
“Do you know what else I can see, little human?”
“No,” I whispered hoarsely.
“I can see your tight little bottom hole practically quivering in anticipation of being fucked there too,” he added, and I squeaked with embarrassment knowing that he could see such a shameful thing and that only made it tighten even more in absolute terror and unfathomable arousal.
The next thing I knew the head of his cock was poised against my entrance. It was scalding hot, and I forgot how to breathe. And then it was inside me.
All of it. In a single brutal thrust.
He breached my virginity without warning and without apology.
My entire core blazed hot with fire. My arousal eased his entry, but it still hurt so much more than I imagined it would.
He was so big, and my body felt too small and too tight around him.
His girth stretched my pussy so widely that even though I was crying out for him to get out, he refused.
Instead, he pushed so deeply inside me that his pelvis pressed against the scalded cheeks of my backside.
My pussy clutched hard at him, convulsing with pain and extremely reluctant pleasure as I tried to get used to the sheer size of him inside me.
And then he began to move, and my fucking truly began.
I closed my eyes, trying to grapple with the demons inside me and utterly failing.
I was a prisoner beneath him, held captive by his cock. I knew that I wouldn’t be set free until I broke all over his cock.
There was not even an ounce of tenderness in the way he took me. He used my pussy brutally hard and viciously fast, mounting me like the savage beast I knew he was. My pussy burned from the start, and I knew that his promise to ensure that I felt him tomorrow would be kept.
When this was over, I was going to be very sore. Panic fell over me in waves. I grappled with fear and longing. I warred with my pride. I shouldn’t want to be treated like this.
It shouldn’t be making me wetter.
It shouldn’t make me want to orgasm. Again.
My pussy was so wet that I could hear it with every single thrust of his hard cock. I would have been embarrassed, but his practically feral use of my body held my entire focus.