Chapter 15
My mind is on overdrive, everything is happening so fast, like a ride I can’t get off.
I’m about to hand my virginity over to my husband, but at what cost?
I want to do this, don’t I? This will make Ricky happy, and that in turn makes me happy.
So why do I feel this sudden urge to run?
But that would mean betraying my husband, and I can’t bring myself to do that.
We love each other. This is what marriage is about, handing a piece of myself over to the person I love, to the person who deserves it.
I’m doing this for us. Ricky wants me fully and wholeheartedly and I’d be failing him if I said no.
His hand tightens around mine, crushing the bones tightly together causing me to wince.
I try to voice my pain but he can’t hear me over the loud cheering and whistles from our guests.
Ducking my chin, the heat of embarrassment claws its way up my face.
Ricky drags me through the double doors of the reception room, then down the white hallway towards the elevator.
The blood red carpet blurring under my feet.
I’ve never known a man to be so desperate to have his wife, the feeling is unusual to me.
It sends my blood rushing through my veins, the excitement but also a heavy sense of dread at what’s about to happen.
Will my husband take his time with me? Will he be gentle, and make me feel good?
Will he stop if I tell him to? All these questions ping pong around my mind and I feel myself starting to feel sick with worry.
I don’t even have a moment of reprieve before I’m pulled into the elevator, my back thrust against the metal wall of the box.
Ricky pins my hands above my head and I squirm under his touch, my breathing heavy and ragged.
He begins to plant wet, hot kisses down my jaw to the sensitive spot underneath my ear and I moan at every little touch.
“Ricky.” I pant. “Someone could come in here and see us.” I try to pull my hands free from his grasp but he simply tightens them more, the small bones crushing together. Ricky brings his face to mine, nose to nose, mouth to mouth.
“I’ll kill anyone who even thinks of stepping foot in here and sees my fucking wife moaning underneath me.
” His dark words have me widening my eyes, like a deer in headlights.
I’ve never heard such phrases come out of my husband’s mouth before, it has me in a state of terror but also a wet puddle.
I can’t pick which feeling to focus on the most. Thankfully before he can carry on wanting to screw me in the elevator, it stops on our floor, the double doors sliding open.
I sigh a moment of relief when I see our floor is empty of people.
Ricky drops my hands from above my head, then proceeds to run his hands down my arms before circling my waist. The whites of his eyes are bloodshot, the black pupils blown wide, almost covering his stormy eyes.
Gently, I bring my hand up to cup his face, the slight scruff of his growing stubble, rough against my skin.
“Are you okay? Your eyes are red.” I ask, not really sure what’s going on with him. He shakes his head away from my hand.
“I said I’m fine!” He snaps and I flinch backwards, my head hitting the metal wall behind me. Lifting my hand, I rub the sore spot on my skull.
“Shit, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.
” He starts, pushing my hair from my face, leaving small kisses over my skin.
“I just.. I just love you so much you see, I can’t control myself around you.
You know I’d never hurt you, yeah?” His blown out eyes plead with mine.
I’m too quick to accept his apology, knowing I probably deserved his tone of voice.
He’s no doubt had enough of being asked if he’s okay.
I need to be quiet. My eyes well with unshed tears, and I nod. Accepting him. Accepting his words.
The doors start to close and Ricky pulls me out, barely scraping through the gap.
He leads me down the silent hallway until we reach our suite and drops my hand for a moment before reaching inside of his suit for the key card and unlocking the door.
Pushing the heavy white door open, he enters first then pulls me in after him, my feet falling over each other in the high heels and tight dress.
Ricky saves me from falling face first into the plush carpet then brings my body flush to his, his hot breath fanning over my face, the smell slightly minty with a heavy trace of whiskey.
Maybe that’s why he snapped before, it’s the drink talking.
Not my husband. I don’t have time to confirm my answer before his mouth crashes against mine, teeth hitting teeth.
It’s desperate and powerful. It’s all consuming and I can’t seem to focus on anything but this passionate kiss.
I moan against his mouth, my body giving in to its basic needs as he grips both my wrists in one hand behind my back and begins walking me backwards to the huge king size bed.
The white sheets are covered in crimson rose petals that lay on the surface like droplets of blood.
Our mouths never break apart until he pushes me down to sit on the edge of the bed.
The tension instantly released from my lower back at the comfort of the bed.
Ricky stands tall before me, all powerful.
Gradually, I tilt my head up to meet his dark gaze and he dips his chin to his chest to look down at me, his head slowly tilting to the side, as if eyeing up the prey that’s caught in his trap.
I blink a couple of times, my breath shaky.
I feel the pad of his soft thumb run against my bottom lip as he pushes the puffy flesh down, baring my lower teeth to him, his other hand reaching for his belt buckle.
He begins to slip the leather through the gold buckle with expert precision, as if he’s done this exact same situation before.
Closing my eyes for a split second, I attempt to send the nauseating thought away.
I’m his wife, he’s married to me now. Anyone before me is irrelevant.
He wants me, he wants this and I have a duty to give it to him.
His rich voice derails my train of thought.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking this pretty mouth of yours.
Feeling you gag around my cock.” His filthy and degrading words send a zap of pleasure down my spine and I find myself nodding, his thumb still taking my bottom lip hostage.
Ricky slides his thumb into my mouth, the musky smell from his skin infiltrates my nose and I wrap my lips around the digit, sucking him in.
“Take my cock out, wife.” He demands. With his thumb still trapped in my mouth, I bring my shaky hands up to his trousers, the belt already hanging open. I’ve never seen him in the flesh before, I’ve never had a cock in my mouth before. I hope I can please him.
Gripping the waistband of his boxers, I lower them slightly, the smattering of hair on his lower abdomen leads into the forbidden.
My tongue swirls around his skin as I continue to suck on his thumb, whilst pulling the black fabric down over his tapered hips, his thick, heavy cock springs free and my eyes bug.
He pulls his thumb free from my mouth with an audible pop then wraps his hand around his length, his fingers barely touching around the width.
A deep, heavy groan leaves his throat as he moves the soft, pink skin up and down in a slow rhythm.
I take note of every movement, imprinting it to memory so I know how to do this right, for him.
“Wrap your hands around my cock, sweetheart. You wanna make me feel good?” He asks, a cocky smirk on his handsome face.
“Yes. I want that.” I reply softly. My nerves are shot as I begin to wrap my hands around his length, the velvet texture is warm in my palms.
“That’s it sweetheart, put me in your hot mouth.
I want my cum to coat your throat, and you will take it, won’t you?
” He asks, but it’s more of a demand and I can’t bring myself to deny him.
I part my lips, trying my best to take this at my own pace, but that’s quickly ripped away from me when Ricky forces himself into my mouth, the crown of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
Ramming painfully inside my mouth. My palms fall flat against his strong thighs as I grip the expensive material of his trousers as I gag around his length, my eyes now streaming with fresh tears that fall down my face until the droplets leave my skin.
I can’t breathe and begin to panic, my hands begin to tap his leg, any attempt to signal to him that I need a breather, that I can’t take this but he doesn’t let up.
His tortuous thrusts never slow. I feel my eyelids start to grow heavy, my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head as blackness clouds my vision.
Ricky’s hands grab the sides of my head, keeping me in place, using my face to bring him pleasure.
I can feel this evening’s wine souring in my stomach before it starts to rise up into my throat.
“That’s it, take your husband’s cock like a good little whore.
” He grunts out. The violent attack on my face feels like it will never end until I feel him yank himself out with force.
A wet string of saliva hangs off my bottom lip, connecting with his cock.
I take this precious moment to fill my lungs with oxygen, the burning sensation making me wince with every inhale.
I feel delirious as Ricky’s fingers lace into the top of my hair as he grips the strands at the root, making me cry out, the pain searing my scalp, a fresh set of tears falling from my red, puffy eyes.
He continues to stroke his cock in rapid movements, the wet sopping sounds mixing with my sobs.
“Fuck.” He groans and throws his head back in pure pleasure, his dirty blonde hair a mess.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me wife, I’m gonna paint your face with my cum and then I’m gonna ruin your virgin cunt.
” He hisses through his gritted teeth. The words aren’t a warning, or a threat, they’re a cold hard promise of what’s to come.
My neck cracks as he pulls my head back in a forceful grip.
“Please.” I beg, “Stop this Ricky, I don’t want this.
” My pleas never seem to make it as hot white ropes of Ricky’s ejaculation hits my skin, coating my lips, nose and eyes in a sticky substance.
My husband continues his violation on my face and my tears mix with his hurtful act that coats my face.
I’ve never felt more defiled and disgusted in my life.
Ricky releases his hand from my hair and the splitting pain instantly disappears, then he pushes me backwards with his hand to my forehead, my back lands on the soft bed.
I can’t do this. I don’t want this. This isn’t how I envisioned my wedding night would be.
I expected Ricky to take his time with me, to cherish and love me in our first real intimate moment together, not to have my innocence ripped away from me by my own husband.
I attempt to use the sleeve of my dress to wipe away the stickiness that’s drying on my face, the rough lace material scratching against my tender skin.
I take this moment of reprieve, maybe Ricky is too done in to defile me even more. That would be a blessing.
I go to push myself up from the plush mattress, my shaky hands gripping onto the sheet but I don’t even make it halfway before a strong set of hands circle around my throat to push me back into the bed, the blood red rose petals are blown into the air from the movement, then slowly fall back down around me like rain.
In another life this would be a beautiful scene of passion, but I’m not so lucky to have that.
Instead, I signed my life away to the devil and now I must pay the price.
My throat constricts as I try to take in a gulp of air before Ricky tightens his grip again, his bruising fingers crushing my windpipe.
My hands flail around as panic begins to set in as he slowly begins to choke me.
I wrap my hands around his wrists and pull, trying anything to relieve the suffocation.
He brings his mouth next to my ear, his breath laced with the spicy notes of whiskey.
“You’re making my cock so fucking hard again, wife.
Your struggles have me ready to rip your virgin cunt in half.
” He snarls against my ear, taking the thin flesh between his teeth and pulls.
I can already feel the blood pooling against the skin.
Cold, hard fear fires through my system as I pray silently to a God that I know doesn’t exist. I pray that death will take me first before Ricky has the chance to rape me.
I stop my onslaught of struggling and let my hands fall to my side, accepting my fate.
I close my eyes for a moment, the sounds of Ricky’s grunts sound so far away now, almost silent.
I welcome this peace, knowing it’s going to be better on the other side, better than it is to stay here.
The grip around my tender throat tightens again and I black out, waiting for the hands of death to take me somewhere else.