Chapter Six
Emily expected the pain. She had read about virgins, so the pain was to be expected. Dom growled as he slid inside her, breaking past her wall of virginity. There was so much happening all at once, and she couldn’t quite focus, or pinpoint one feeling or another. It was a blur.
The pain made her scream out, and she tightened her grip on her thighs to keep them open. This was what she wanted. Dom’s cock, the sex. She wanted to explore it all with him, and to do everything she wanted, they had to get past her virginity.
The moment he penetrated her, he slammed in deep, and then held himself perfectly still while looking at her.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
She felt the tears leaking from her eyes.
“Don’t cry.”
“I don’t want to,” she said.
“Do you want me to stop?”
This time, she let go of her legs and grabbed his ass. “You promised me you were going to fuck me. Do not let me down now.”
She felt a little possessed. It was the only way to describe the feelings that swept over her. Yes, the pain was uncomfortable, but she didn’t want him to stop. The pain would lessen soon, she just knew it.
Staring into Dom’s eyes, she refused to look away.
Part of her expected him to pull away, but he simply leaned down and then claimed her lips with his own. The feel of his lips against hers sent a tightening in the pit of her stomach.
The man’s mouth was dangerous on its own. He hadn’t moved, and was still seated to the hilt within her.
She slowly released the pressure she had on his ass, and slid her hands up his back and then around to cup his face. A single moan escaped her, and he bit down on her bottom lip.
When she opened her lips, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she met him halfway with her own. Another moan escaped her, and he growled against her lips.
Emily had always considered herself a patient person, and yet she couldn’t help but test to see if the pain had gone. Slowly, she thrust her pelvis up to meet his, and there was a slight twinge but it wasn’t pain. This was something else.
He gritted his teeth and grabbed hold of her wrists, suddenly pinning them to the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I wanted to know if I was … still sore.”
She felt her cheeks heat. She should not be embarrassed about this, but she felt that hit as it stained her cheeks.
Dom kept her pinned in place for several seconds.
Neither of them moved. She was at his mercy, and she was more than okay with being in that position.
He kept her hands at either side of her head, and she didn’t fight him. What was the point in fighting him? He was the one who had all the power. And she wasn’t afraid of this, it aroused her.
Dom had never hurt her and had saved her from her own father. That had to mean something, although she was trying not to read too much into it. It wasn’t like he was in love with her or anything.
She gasped as all of a sudden, he began to pull out of her. At first, she thought he was going to pull away from her, and it was on the tip of her tongue to protest, but then he suddenly slammed deep inside her, making her cry out. The pleasure was intense, and it took her completely by surprise. There was no pain.
She felt full, and Dom didn’t stop there. He began to fuck her in long, smooth strokes. Not once did he falter. The feel of him gliding inside her felt so good. She struggled to keep her eyes open, as the pleasure was so intense.
“Look at me, Emily. Look at my cock,” he said.
She had no choice but to open her eyes and stare up at her husband, and that was when it suddenly hit her. This man was in fact her husband. She was married to Dom Wylde.
She traveled her gaze down his body, going toward where they were joined. Right at that moment, looking at the two of them, he pulled out until only the head of him was inside her, and she saw his length glistening. She also saw the little tinge of red, mixed in with her arousal. Her virginity. She had given it to him, and she wasn’t upset.
Dom was the only man she had ever wanted. It was crazy, because this had started out with him kidnapping her, and she thinking he intended to kill her. Instead, it was to save her.
Yes, it was a favor to her mother, but he could have sent her on her merry way, and he didn’t. What did that mean?
Don’t overthink it.
It means nothing.
But Emily couldn’t help feeling something.
This was dangerous. They were married, and this was all about sex, and she needed to keep it that way.
She heard Dom growl, and then he leaned back over her, taking full possession of her lips and kissing her hard.
No, it couldn’t be possible. Emily refused to believe it, but there was that little spark within her, the one she knew she should control. There was no way she had fallen in love with her husband, her kidnapper.
And yet, as she watched him reach that peak and fall into his orgasm, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge, knowing she was lying to herself.
This was bad.
Very bad.
****
Dom returned with a plate full of food and found his young wife running her hands over the newly changed bed.
After fucking her, and flooding her pussy with his cum, he’d insisted on dumping her ass in the tub, while he cleaned everything up. The sheets had the evidence of her virginity. He was tempted to mail them to her father, Nigel. He wasn’t going to give that piece of shit the satisfaction.
Emily now belonged to him, and he was not going to give her up. He had already informed his men that Emily’s safety had become their most important mission, and if anything happened to her, he would hold them personally responsible. Nothing could happen to her. He didn’t want to think about why he felt this way. It didn’t matter.
Staring at the length of his wife’s body, he felt an instant hit of heat go straight to his cock. It was their wedding night, and he’d only explored her body once.
Emily turned toward them.
“Everyone has left,”
he said. “The cake was cut and according to one of my men, your mom distributed it to everyone present.”
Emily laughed. “Is there even cake left for us?”
He moved toward the bed. “Yep.”
He’d gotten some cold cuts of meat, cheeses, and cake. Enough for the two of them.
Emily sat up, and he watched as she tried to lift the sheet to hide her beautiful body from him, and he wasn’t having any of it.
“You don’t get to hide from me, not ever.”
He saw her cheeks heat. “You know, it doesn’t take a lot to get you to blush.”
“Shut up,” she said.
He loved how happy she was to talk to him like that.
Lifting up a small cube of cheese, he presented it to her. “Open your lips,” he said.
She opened her mouth and popped in the cheese.
He was looking forward to taking care of her. Dom had known from the moment he married her, that one time with Emily was never going to be enough. The glint in her eyes told him he was never going to be finished with Emily. He loved that she didn’t cower from him anymore. He wasn’t going to hold it against her. Being afraid for her life was understandable.
Picking up the fork, he sliced through the cake and then presented her with a piece. The moment the cake hit her tongue, he watched as her eyes closed, and then she let out a little moan.
“I love this cake,” she said.
It was then that it hit him. It was such a strange feeling, and one he’d never experienced before. No woman had ever loved him. Not a single one had claimed to want to be with him, yet as Emily spoke of the word love with regard to the cake, he couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever fall in love with him. It was insane. He was not a man who cared about love.
None of this made any fucking sense to him, because the truth was, he didn’t care. At least, he never had before. Love was for the weak, and he was not a weak man.
Emily opened her eyes, and there was that little blush that was so freaking cute. He was getting addicted to it.
There was no way he was falling for this woman. She was his wife, but that was because he wanted to fuck her. Love and emotions didn’t play a part. They meant nothing to him.
“What?”
Emily asked. “Do I have cake on my chin?”
It was in that moment he realized he’d been staring at her.
“No,”
he said, and then leaned in close to capture her lips. “I just want to feel these lips wrapped around my cock.”
He heard her sudden indrawn breath. It was the best thing he could do in that moment. He didn’t want to be thinking about love and emotions. They were not part of who he was.
What the fuck was Emily doing to him?
She flicked her tongue out and licked her lips, and in that moment, he wanted it wrapped around his cock.
Putting the food onto the chair in the corner, he moved back to the bed and settled amongst the cushions. He looked at Emily, and as he waited, he wrapped his fingers around his length, working from the base up to the tip, then back down again. He was already rock-hard and ready to fuck. Those plump lips looked too inviting to give up.
There was something about Emily that he couldn’t deny himself. Her sweet mouth, the blue of her eyes, her full tits and juicy ass. There was so much about her that he craved.
He knew this was a deadly combination. It was not a good thing to be falling for this woman. He didn’t believe in love. Love was nothing more than a commercial ideal. Something weak people fell for.
She ran her hands up his thighs. Her touch tentative at first, and he watched as she licked her lips. He tried not to succumb to this need, but it was too great. She was a temptation.
She covered his hand with her own, and then her tongue danced across the tip of his cock. Pre-cum already covered the tip, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth. He was so close to orgasm already, which was insane, as he had a release less than an hour ago.
Emily took the head of his cock into her mouth, and moaned around his length.
He let go of his cock and allowed her to take over. He sat back and watched her.
“That’s it, don’t use your teeth.”
He groaned.
She was the perfect student.
Emily danced her tongue across the head of his dick, and then took him into her mouth. She sucked him down until he hit the back of her throat, and then she pulled up. She always did have a way with how she sucked him off, and he watched her, unable to look away.
I do not love this woman.
She was a means to an end.
His wife.
He gritted his teeth, trying to count to ten, but it was impossible, he was going to come.
“I’m going to come, Emily, but you’re not allowed to swallow. I want to see it in your mouth, do you hear me?”
She hummed her approval, and then took him right over the edge. He placed his fingers at her throat and felt her work his cock, but she didn’t swallow. When it was all over, he got her to kneel in front of him, and he got to his knees, a little shakily. Her gaze was wide, and when he asked her to open her mouth, she tilted her head back, and there was his cum, waiting to be devoured.
“Swallow it,” he said.
He watched as she took every single drop.