Page 64 of Hush Darling
She gasped. Perhaps he was right. Maybe she was a whore.
His fingers trailed over her, steadily tracing her most private parts, then teasing every ridge of her spine. He was all she could feel, and it became a game to lay still for him.
“Nothing will ever feel as good as losing to me, little darling.” His finger slipped between her folds. “But first, we must clear the way.”
“Ah…” His finger pushed deeper with ease, gliding into her with a sense of ownership that deliberately forced her to face this new intimacy. He stopped when he reached the proof of her virginity.
“Imagine how tight you’ll feel stretched around my cock. I’ll own your innocence then, the way no other man could ever claim any piece of you.”
She shivered as his whispered words breathed across her spine, his finger making shallow dips in and out of her. Turning his hand, he teased her clit.
She might be his prisoner, but she wasn’t suffering. It only hurt when the shame came in. Because he was right. What kind of woman is aroused by having her choice stripped away?
He climbed over her, blanketing her body with his weight as he fingered her pussy and whispered in her ear. “I bet you taste like innocence when you come.”
He was fully clothed, but she felt the weight of his erection pressing into her back. He changed the position of his arm, reaching under her and between her legs to finger her from the front as he ground into her from behind. The pressure built and rubbed faster. Then, her body was overcome by sensation. Her mouth opened in a silent cry as ripples of energy flowed over every muscle, bursting outward from the tiny storm he created inside of her.
“What a filthy little slut you are, coming all over my hand.” He laughed and bit her ear. “You hate how much you want me to take everything from you, don’t you? But there’s no denying that you love being set free. It feels good when we’re not so refined, doesn’t it, darling?”
She closed her eyes as the shameful truth became harder to deny.
He flipped her to her back and smashed her breasts together, holding them in the combined grip of both his hands. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes.” Her brow pinched. She couldn’t look at him. He was destroying her values and making her want things that were inherently wrong. He was a tyrant in the body of a god. If only he looked more like the criminal he actually was.
His hair trailed over her sensitized flesh as he bent to suckle her breasts. Wet heat engulfed her nipple in an unbearable tight pull she hadn’t expected. She gasped and shoved at his shoulders, unprepared for the sharp sting, but he only sucked harder, capturing her arm and slamming it down. The more pressure he pinned her with, the more she wanted him to take from her.
How did he know her body could switch like that? It didn’t make sense that fear and pain could so easily convert to pleasure and desire.
Her body reflexively arched into him, and he released a growl of satisfaction. “Look at you.” He pinned her other arm above her head. “You’re starving for a hard fuck, aren’t you?”
She gave up the internal battle to lie and, instead, sobbed in defeat, “Yes!”
He’d ruined any sense of modesty she had left, so what was the point in denying what he could so clearly see?
“You’ve already given in. I didn’t even have to use force. I think we both know what that makes you, don’t we, darling?”
She closed her eyes, turning her face away to disassociate, but he caught her chin and forced her to acknowledge the truth.
“Open your fucking eyes. You’re not a child. Stop hiding like one.”
She compelled herself to meet his dark stare. He was right. She was hiding from the truth. Years of grooming and refinement shackled her in an emotional straightjacket, and he was untethering the most depraved parts of her, the parts she dreaded others seeing.
“Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
She liked being his possession, and she might even be enjoying this more than any stable person should, but she still couldn’t form the words.
“Say it. I won’t judge you.”
All of her life, she’d put herself second to meet everyone else’s expectations first. Giving in to her darkest desires felt too much like she was disappointing everyone who mattered.
“Don’t think of anyone else. Only yourself. Only of your promise to please me. That’s all that matters right now. Throw everything else away and admit the kind of woman you actually are.”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Please…” she begged, on the edge of corruption. “I can’t make myself say it.”
“You can. You can say whatever the fuck you want.” He pulled her legs apart, pressing two fingers inside of her, stretching her. “Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll make you a woman once and for all.” He pressed deeper, showing her how close they’d come to irrevocably changing everything. “Say it, and it’ll be done.”
“I can’t!” she yelled, as frustrated with her inability to communicate as she was with her need to please everyone before pleasing herself.
