Page 37 of Taken By Him

“What?” I blink. This new pleasure he’s giving me makes me lose track of the conversation.

“Your vows, Kasia. Say them for me again.” He lines up his gaze with mine. “All of them.”

I know what he wants. He wants my promise to obey him. I managed to get away without saying the exact wording at the chapel. The priest had taken pity on me, or he simply didn’t want to see how angry Dominik could get.

“I...”

“I want to hear you say the words, go on, Kasia. Let me make you feel good, but first, you have to give me the words.” He pinches my clit, sending an electric fire through to my core. Fuck, it hurts in the best way.

He’s not going to let me up until I do this. He’ll keep me on the brink; he’ll find new ways to punish me until I give over.

There’s no one else here. I can give him this. It’s just us.

“I’ll obey you, Dominik,” I whisper. A surge of arousal sweeps through me with my vow. How many hidden buttons are there in my libido?

He grins, then kisses me. A soft kiss that leads quickly into the fierceness I’ve come to depend on from him. There’s a gentleness to him, beneath the power, but it doesn’t override the animal in him that draws out the animal in myself.

With a shift of his weight, he moves his hand and his cock is pressed against my entrance again. He slides the head of his dick through my folds, there’s enough wetness to coat him.

As he slides forward, I tense, squeezing my eyes closed.

“Relax, Kasia. Don’t make it harder...fuck...don’t...” His lips clench together. “You have to relax. You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He pushes forward more, and I hiss at the stretch. I’m going to rip. He’s so much bigger than any toy I’ve ever used to take the edge off.

“Shhh.” He cups the side of my face and forces my gaze to lock with his. “Just look at me, Kasia. Look at me, and you’ll be fine,” he promises, but when he moves again the pain is back.

“Please,” I whine, but it’s not for him to stop. No, I want more. I want it all and I want it now. My clit throbs with desire to be touched.

He swoops down and kisses me, biting down on my lower lip while he thrusts in one quick movement all the way into me. I cry out into his mouth from the instant fullness, the burning.

“Give it a second,” he says, but I don’t listen. I plant my feet on the bed and arch my back until I can move my hips against him.

“Fuck. You’re too tight, Kasia.” He holds my hips down with one hand and reaches between us with the other. “I want you to come so hard you scream down the house.” He moves within me now, slowly at first, but then he thrusts harder and faster.

“Dominik!” I pull on the restraints. I want to touch him, to hold him, to dig my nails into his flesh.

He must sense my need, because he quickly unties me from the bed, and pulls the tie from my wrists. All the while he’s plowing into me again and again. I grab hold of his shoulders and move along with him.

“Don’t,” he tries to hold my hips down, but I’m too fevered. The pain has dulled, and I want more of it, more of him.

“Hard, Kasia. Come hard.” His voice is strained, raw with his order.

“Dominik!” I scream his name as I’m blindsided by the tsunami of pleasure that crashes over my body. Too fast, too hard. I scream his name again and again as the waves rip through my body.

Only as I come back down, when my breath is labored and my heart is nearly outside my chest, does he successfully pin me down and fuck me harder than I thought possible this first time. Nothing I thought I knew about this was right. I expected gentleness. Tenderness. I expected candles and flowers.

“Fuck!” he bellows and plows into me one more time and stills. His cock throbs inside me as he comes, hot sticky cum pours into my passage.

His breath is shallow when he opens his eyes and looks down at me. For a moment I think he doesn’t register who I am, but quickly the confusion passes and his jaw clenches.

Easing out of me, he sits on the edge of the bed. The lighting is low, but I can make out the trail of blood on his cock. I bled.

I’m too old for that aren’t I? How could that be?

Without a sound, he shoves off the bed and disappears into the bathroom. I ease my legs closed and quickly snatch up my nightgown, throwing it over my head before he comes back. The dull ache between my thighs increases with my movements. When he returns, he’s wearing a pair of boxers and carrying a towel.

I let him gently push me back onto the bed and wipes between my legs. Another streak of blood dots the cloth. It’s not much, but it’s there.

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