Page 30 of Wicked Angel

I shook under his hand, wanting to press my thighs together as the burn of the stretch made me crave more. I pulled against the bindings keeping me tied to the headboard. My throat closed briefly as the necktie tightened impossibly further. Dizziness swam through me. It wasn’t enough and it was too much all at once.

My lips parted, but no more sound emerged. I wanted to cry and beg. I wanted to sob for my release, but I doubted he would ever give it to me. After all, as he’d said, this was discipline. A punishment.

Did it make me an absolute deviant to admit I liked it? I couldn’t stop my body from responding the way it was, but my mind … I should have been able to hold off my thoughts.Shouldhave … but couldn’t.

My insides flooded with wetness. My pussy clamped onto his fingers, sucking them in with each pass of his hand. I was so full. So incredibly full, it was a wonder that I hadn’t already shattered into a million pieces.

I groaned as my eyes rolled back and I undulated against him. He wasn’t giving my clit enough attention. Only every few seconds would he press his thumb to it and circle—just enough to keep me from screaming from the twinges of pain between my legs as he forced my pussy open for him.

“You’re taking my hand so well, Angel.” Gaven’s praise seared my mind. “Maybe just … one more…”

One more? One more what?I was so overwhelmed by what he was doing, it took several seconds for my thoughts to catch up with his words. Before I could make sense of them, I felt it. The thumb that he’d had gently rubbing against my clit, moved downward. My eyes popped open. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. Leaning up, I gaped down at him and started shaking my head.No. Oh, no. Nonononono.I couldn’t do that. It was impossible. I was too small. I was still, by technicality, a virgin.

“G-Gaven.” His name came out on a choked cry. “Please …no.” It was too much. He was insane. Absolutely deranged if he thought my pussy could take his full hand.

“Yes,” Gaven replied. “You’ll take it, Angel. Trust me. I know what you can give me.”

That was just the thing though. I didn’t trust him. In fact, I hardly knew him. We were arranged to be married. He was far older than me, far more experienced. Had likely fucked his way through a harem of women. But this … he couldn’t truly mean to do this to me, could he?

Whether he could or not wasn’t going to be decided by me though; that much was clear. His gaze was focused on the place between my legs, his brows low and his eyes glittering with the intensity of his task. He didn’t stop. He pushed forward, edging his thumb against the seam of my cunt. I choked again as the pain spread outward. The agony of him spreading me open for his pleasure, for this punishment, made me strain upward and then back. There was nowhere I could go. I was trapped, pinned beneath him, and beholden to him and his attention.

Gaven continued to fuck my pussy with his fingers, in and out, slicked with lube, stretching my hole until I swore he was going to rip me apart. Tears flooded my eyes, watering the world around me until I couldn’t see anything. They streaked down my temples and slid into my hair. All I could do was feel. Feel the pain, take it, accept it, and become one with it. My insides cramped, but somehow all that did was make it easier on him. My muscles gripped his fingers, dragging them back into me with each withdrawal.

My body was a needy bitch. A greedy creature that refused to let him back away even when my mind couldn’t take the duress. The tears trailed down my cheeks as I continued to shake my head. “Please,” I begged him. “It’s too much. It hurts!”

“You’ll take it,” he growled as his thumb slipped against my stretched hole, pressing against the side of his fingers as he curled them together. First, it was just the tip, lingering at the outer curve of my lower lips and then it was the whole pad. “You’ll take everything I have to give you, Angel. Your body was made for it.”

“It hurts!” I cried out again. “You’re going to break me.”

His eyes flashed back to mine. “You won’t break,” he assured me, “and it’s supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment, after all.” Then he thrust, fucking into my pussy with his hand—his thumb and fingers all together as he pushed into my insides.

I cried out, my back bowing as I thrashed against the pillows against the headboard. His free palm landed on my lower belly, keeping me pinned as his hand turned inside of me. It was a strange sensation, but I could feel it. My pussy tightened around individual fingers—five of them inside of me. His fist moved into me. His whole fucking fist ... was inside of me.

I was so startled by the fact that he’d been so cruel to do this that it took my mind a beat to catch up to the fact that I was in a new kind of pain. A sob slipped free of my lips as a sharp agony ripped through me. Was this how it felt for normal virgins? I doubted it. Normal virgins got love—or at least the facsimile of love. They didn’t get a madman’s fist shoved up their pussy as punishment for running away from their arranged marriage.

Despite myself, I couldn’t stop crying. I gritted my teeth, forcing back the curses that threatened to fly out from between my lips. There was no telling what other cruel punishments Gaven would plan for me. After several moments, I managed to breathe through my mouth—in and out—and I started to realize that he wasn’t moving. In fact, he merely held still. His body hovered over me, hot flesh before my eyes as sweat clung to my body. Sweat and other slick liquids—my own wet juices were still leaking out of me, dripping down between the cheeks of my ass. My face was practically on fire from the knowledge. I was a virgin no more, but I was most certainlyowned.

Still, Gaven waited. It was as if he were letting me grow accustomed to the massiveness of his hand in my cunt as I panted and wiggled under him. It was too much. I was too full. Sharp, biting cramps overtook my stomach. The lube, I realized. That was why he’d poured so much on himself. He’d been planning this from the beginning. The fucking bastard.

“There, there,” Gaven said, his voice rumbling with approval. “Look at you now, you’ve done it, Angel. You’ve taken my whole fist into your pretty pussy. It’s so swollen around my hand, red and begging for relief.”

A moan of shame overtook me. How dare he say such disgusting things to me when all I wanted to do was wrap my hands around his throat and strangle him the very same way he had me choking on his necktie. Bastard. Asshole. Prick.

As if he could hear my thoughts, Gaven grinned. “You’re going to be such a filthy little bride, Angel,” he whispered, bending down so the heat of his voice and breath was right against my ear. I stiffened. “Your pussy is begging for more pain, you know. I can feel the fluttering of your muscles squeezing me so tight. You want my cock, don’t you? Perhaps if you’re good for me and do what I say, I’ll give it to you. I’ll fill you to the brim with my cum and even let you suck me off afterward. I bet you’d like that—a dirty girl like you.”

With a groan of disbelief, I arched up against him and glared his way when he finally pulled back enough to peer into my eyes. “Fuck … you…” I seethed.

His low rumble of amusement slid over my ears in the nearly quiet room, penetrating through the pounding of blood rushing through my head. I felt sore down there, my nipples fucking hurt, and yet, he was amused.

“You might say that, love,” he replied. “But your pussy very much wants me to. You’re squeezing my fingers inside of you like you want me to fuck your insides with my hand. Is that what you want?”

“No!” My scream was hoarse due to the tie around my throat. Much more, and it would make me pass out, but I couldn’t let that happen. There was no telling what else this man would do to my body if I was unconscious.

“Oh, I think your body is much more honest than that pretty, lying mouth of yours.” Gaven chuckled.

“I’m not—” I tried to tell him that I was not a liar, but the words were cut off as he began moving his fingers inside of me. My inner walls contracted as he pulled until the largest part of his palm was nearly out of my insides before thrusting back inside.

“Ah!” Stars danced in front of my eyes and my breath left me in a rush. I could feel where his wrist was against my opening, stretching me. I was afraid to look down, afraid to see just what he’d done to my body.

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