Page 18 of Escape From Me

He put a finger over my lips.

“This isn’t Sesame Street. Count them as they go in because if I wait any longer, I’m not sure I’ll last very long.”

He slid in a fourth finger while my core was still coming down from the last orgasm, and then, without warning, pulled them from me and shifted, kicking off his sweats and making me let go as he shifted above me.

He reached over me where I heard a drawer and I froze.

“I… Are you clean?”

He stopped moving for a second and looked down at me.

“Yes. Very. Why?”

The world could judge me later, but I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to enjoy every second of my time with him.

“Part of me being sold off to get married was that I had to be on birth control. So, uh, that’s not an issue.”

He blew out a slow breath.

“You might be the death of me, Daisy.”

He grabbed something else and took my hand, squeezing something into my palm.

“You should have chosen better, someone you knew. But since you didn’t, I’ll do my best to go slow. Now rub this all over me.”

I took what I now realized was lubricant and did as he asked. With every stroke, I swore he grew harder and my core seemed to quiver in anticipation for him. I wanted him, but I was fascinated by the way he felt in my hand and the way those barbells slid over my fingers.

He moaned and then grabbed my hand.

“That’s enough, dove. Save the rest for your greedy little cunt.”

His hand slid up my body, stopping on my chest as he pushed me back into the pillows. He spread my legs wider with one knee and then the other.

I could feel the heat of the head of his cock as he positioned himself over me. The slick tip pressing at my tight entrance, but he didn’t push in any further.

I arched my back as if I could make him take me and rid me of the false value my family put on me. I wanted to control my own body. I wanted him to control my body.

“Please, Zeiden.”

Slowly he pressed forward on my request.

“Oh god, Zeiden. You feel so much bigger…”

I didn’t finish my thought as I sucked in the air and felt that stretch of something new. Inch by inch, I could feel my body protest and then relax, and then something new would send my nerves into hyperdrive as each one of those piercings slid inside me.

“Breath, little dove. This is going to hurt, but only for a few seconds. Just breathe.”

Without any more warning, he slid past the discomfort and buried himself deep. I gasped at the sharp sting as I grabbed the bed sheets and twisted them in my fists.

Zeiden’s mouth was on mine the second I cried out, swallowing the sounds I couldn’t hold back. He kissed me, gently at first, as his body stilled and we just laid there together. Until the need for more grew and I rocked my hips against his cock trying to get what I craved. His kiss deepened as he shifted. I tried to hide the wince but he slowed for a second before he kissed me once more and then rose above me as I felt every thick inch of him sliding out. Every inch and every last piercing as it slid against the sensitive little nerves inside.

I moaned as he gave me back an inch and then his hand was over my mouth.

“Shh. Remember, you said you’d be quiet.”

My breathing was the only sound as he kept his hand over my mouth and started to push his length back in again and again. I lost count of those piercings but I craved them every time he pulled out and every time he thrust back in, burying himself to the hilt.

I’d never felt so full. So complete. Then, when he sank himself deep, every thrust seemed to come faster and harder until there was nothing but sensations and pleasure. The tension of something growing tighter and tighter with every single thrust and every single retreat. It was becoming too much and not enough and overwhelming and a craving that I needed more of.

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