Page 14 of Vicious

“Fuck, Ah-May, you’re so tight.” Chase’s fingers dig into my hips, another layer of pain—a different type of pain, one that makes my body shudder. It’s more familiar, something that I recognize on a deeper level.

I bite my lip, unsure of whether I should cry or moan, so I end up doing both. “It hurts,” I whisper. “Please, please go… go slower. It hurts so much.”

But it feels good, too, so very good, and I don’t know how to reconcile that with what I know of myself.

Chase huffs a laugh. “I can imagine.” Instead of slowing down, though, he speeds up, pushing me against the wall with even more force. “I always hear about people being gentle with virgins. But this is so much better.”

Tears blur my vision, no matter how hard I try to keep them at bay. Tears don’t help. Tears don’t make anything better.

I sob anyway, this ache something different from the pain I so often inflict upon myself. This isn’t like bruising or scratching. It’s him, hot and throbbing and heedless of my pain—no, getting off on my pain, which is even worse.

After what feels like an eternity, my body starts to lubricate itself. The insistent thrusting is made easier, and to my horror and shame, it starts to feel good despite the stretch, despite the way the pain is just right there.

Chase keeps pounding into me, keeps biting and kissing my neck and shoulders, everywhere he can reach. He snakes one hand around me and squeezes my breast.

“You’re going to be marked all over tomorrow, dear May,” Chase says between bites. “Bites and bruises. One look, and everybody will know that you’ve been absolutely ruined.”

My heart skips a beat. “You… You aren’t going to keep me locked up?” I ask, hardly daring to hope as I try to turn my head to look at him.

Chase laughs, making that fleeting hope crash and burn. “I am. But maybe I’ll invite some friends over sometime. I have… to…” he groans and rests his head against me. “Fuck. I want to spill into you. But I can’t risk any accidents.”

I’m not sure which idea I’m more horrified by, the idea of him bringing friends over or… No, I’m definitely more concerned about the idea of an accident that might forever tie me to him.

He pounds me harder despite his words for a moment, and the sensation that builds at my core is almost more than I can stand. It keeps getting more and more intense, and I let out a sound half of pleasure and half of surprise as my walls tighten around him.

I didn’t mean to come.

I didn’t know I could come from this.

He groans more loudly as I spasm around him, and just when I think he’s going to come inside of me anyway, he pulls out. I hear the slap of skin on skin, then I feel heat spilling all over my back. Shame courses through me as I realize he’s just come all over me, and those tears threaten to fall again. I choke back a sob, pressing my forehead against the wall.

I hear Chase breathing heavily. He takes a step back, and the air suddenly feels chilly around me.

“That’s gorgeous,” Chase says, a note of awe in his voice. “Gorgeous May, bruised all over, covered in my cum.”

That’s what he’s wanted for so long, to take something away from me that was never his to claim. I try to tell myself that he’ll get bored before long, but that’s not really as comforting of a thought as I might have imagined.

“Now will you leave me alone?” I whisper hoarsely. I just want to clean up and collapse into bed, to curl up and pretend none of this has happened.

“Almost.” Chase walks off. I hear the sound of a drawer being opened, then the clink of chain.

My heart drops into my stomach. “You… You don’t have to…” I turn around to face him, and my eyes immediately go to the chains he’s holding.

“Of course I have to,” Chase says, smiling. He’s tucked away his cock and zipped up his pants again, although the belt is still loose.

I hate that smile.

“Where am I going to go?” I try to plead with him, even though I know nothing I say is going to change his mind.

Even if I didn’t already know that, the cum drying on my back would’ve told me as much.

“Ah-May, you tried to stab me with scissors,” Chase points out. “I think you’ve proven that I can’t trust you.” He gets closer, lifting the leather collar menacingly. “This is just a small precaution, to ensure we both have a good time from here on out.”

“You’re the only one who’s going to have a good time,” I say, swallowing hard. “The only one who…” I ache. I ache everywhere, where he bit me, where he grabbed me, where he pinched me…

Where he fucked me.

“Don’t worry. I’ll teach you to enjoy it.” Chase places the collar around my neck and buckles it shut—and padlocks it, too, so I definitely can’t remove it. He stands back, the length of the chain in one hand like a leash. “Beautiful May. The chains suit you almost as much as the bruises.”

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