Page 46 of Innocence
So I just whimpered and shook my head, waiting for the inevitable pain. But pain wasn’t what my captor had in mind.
With his hand on my neck, he used the other to tear my panties off. I grimaced as the fabric snapped against my skin, and again when he unfastened his belt. My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure it was shaking the room. And then I felt it. The smooth head of his cock slide through my folds.
“Not very wet,” Enzo tsked, “I expect you to do better next time.”
Do better? What the hell did he think I was, the vagina whisperer?
Evidently that title went to my captor. He pressed a finger to my clit, before I could open my mouth. One flick of that traitorous bundle of nerves and I completely forgot everything else.
My entire body lit up, greedily accepting the pleasure he was eliciting with every swipe, twirl, and pinch. I moaned and pressed my hips in, seeking more.
I’d take an orgasm over pain. Hell, I’d help him get there if he wanted me to. It was overwhelmingly nice to feel something good for once.
I was so lost in the feeling that I didn’t notice his hand leave my neck until he bent over, and ran his tongue across my fevered skin.
“Do you want to come, Pet,”
“Please,” I nodded.
Tension was building in my core, winding tighter and tighter. I’d only orgasmed once before, but I remembered how freeing it felt when everything snapped. I needed to feel that again.
Two words sent me over the edge.
“Good girl.”
My back arched off the bed as a wave of hot bliss washed over me. I embraced it, clinging hard to the euphoria pulsing through me. The tingles were still crawling across my skin when I felt something large press against my opening.
A sharp burn mingled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, causing me to cling onto Enzo’s shoulders. All too soon the pleasure was gone, replaced with the deep pain of him forcing himself inside me.
“I can’t…” I shook my head, “It hurts.”
Enzo either didn’t hear me, or he didn’t care.
“Fuck you’re tight,” was the only response I got.
Tears burst from my eyes as he forced in another inch. It hurt so bad that I couldn’t help but cry out, “Please stop!”
“No,” Enzo growled, “Now stop fucking squirming.”
I could see the tension in his face. Sweat beaded on his forehead as his arms flexed. He was restraining himself. That didn’t stop me from pounding my fists on his chest, while I yelled in his face.
His fingers speared in my hair, pulling my head roughly to the side.
“You need to calm…”
I slapped him, and as my palm connected with his cheek, I knew I’d made a fatal mistake. Enzo’s eyes darkened, making me mutter an, “I’m sorry.”
It was too late for that. He snapped his hips forward, surging brutally inside me. The scream that erupted from my chest felt like it was torn from my soul. And he didn’t stop there.
With a loud groan, he dragged his length along my inner walls, and pushed back in with just as much force. I pulled on his hair and scratched his face. Anything I could to escape his uncompromising hardness, but he didn’t stop until he had my arms pinned and I was openly blubbering.
“Are you going to stop acting out?” Enzo slipped his hand between us and pressed down on my clit. The spark of pleasure that shot up my spine felt so good, I openly sighed. “Or do I have to fuck you rough and hard?”
To reiterate his point, he gave one hard thrust. Shoving his cock inside me and reigniting the intense burn that brought tears to my eyes.
“I’ll stop,” I stuttered through my sobs.
His eyes narrowed, before his face softened. “Good. Now I want you to relax. The first time always hurts, but it will get better if you relax.”
