Page 18 of Twisted Embrace

He didn’t tell me to shut up, merely yanking my head by my hair, forcing something into my mouth. Oh, my God. It was my damp panties.

Then he brought the belt down several times, the cracking sound floating all around me almost mesmerizing. I clawed at the bedding, the taste of my desire disgusting me. I’d never felt the sting of a belt or anything else my entire life. Up until now, my world had been a fairytale. Now I knew that I’d been living a lie. The person I’d called my father was someone I didn’t know. Why was I choosing to believe some asshole who’d sent me a letter?

Because I’d always known I’d been adopted. It strangely had been something that had dawned on me as a child. But when I’d asked my mother and father, they’d laughed, my mama even telling me the story of how difficult labor had been. What was real any longer? I wasn’t entirely certain.

There was a rhythm as he spanked me, taking his time to caress my aching skin more than once. The fact he was careful, practiced at using the belt meant he’d done this before. How many women did he control, forcing them to do whatever he wanted, sucking his cock at all hours of the day? As sickening as it was, my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around his shaft.

I kept my eyes closed as the spanking continued, still writhing and kicking out. The cracking sound would remain echoing in my ears for a long time. When he stopped issuing brutal strikes, I took a deep breath, unable to keep from moaning. The muffled sound was a reminder of how in control he was. God, I hated myself for my reaction to his forceful actions, the utter betrayal more treacherous than I’d ever experienced.

I heard his labored breathing and shut my legs only to have him yank them open again. Then he placed a single knee on the bed, leaning over as he’d done before. “You will learn to obey me, Joy. That’s the only way you’re going to stay alive.” He raked his fingers down my back for a second time, rubbing one side of my buttocks then the other. “You’re wet.”

Dear God, I was. I could feel the stickiness on my inner thighs, the scent of my longing overwhelming. Tears formed in my eyes from the horror of my hunger, the embarrassment too much to take. When he slipped his hand between my legs, I whimpered, the sound muffled from the lacy material but recognizable. A series of vibrations danced through every cell, my mind foggy. I twisted my hips, my muscles stiff.

He responded by smacking his palm against my bottom.

“I like it when you fight me, Joy. The tease is almost irresistible.” He laughed softly as he cupped my mound, using the tip of a single finger to torment my already aching clit, flicking it back and forth.

Anger and hatred kept my stomach in knots, but the lingering desire was more powerful than the revulsion. I hadn’t realized I’d opened my legs even wider until his breathing changed again. There was no gentleness in the man, no pretense that this was anything other than what it was. He thrust several fingers past my swollen folds and I used everything I had to push up from the bed. Only this time, I wasn’t trying to get away. I writhed as he pressed one hand on my back, holding me down, the other providing pleasure that I hadn’t experienced for almost two years.

He seemed to know my body instinctively, curling his fingers and hitting my G-spot. I was floored that he dragged me so close to an orgasm that it was impossible to shut down my body’s reaction.

And I hated myself for enjoying even a single second of what he was doing.

I allowed tears to slip past my lashes as he stroked my pussy. When he pulled his hand free seconds later, the loss was felt immediately, the dazzling sensations lingering. Dear God, if I could talk, the darkest part of me, the one I didn’t know existed would beg for him to continue.

He resumed the savage spanking, bringing the belt down several times in rapid succession. The pain was breathtaking, anguish shooting down the back of my legs, but there was also pleasure in the brutal actions. I finally drifted into a place where no time existed, vibrant colors dancing in front of my eyes. He cracked the strap across my upper thighs and the anguish didn’t register, at least not right away.

It was as if he sensed my brain was processing the punishment differently, accepting his control over my mind and body. With every labored breath he took, every growl that came from his chest, his desire heightened the same way mine had. I could no longer process what was happening, no longer struggling as he delivered four additional strikes. Then I sensed he’d tossed the belt aside.

Seconds floated by as I tried to catch my breath. Then I felt the weight on the bed change, his presence even closer. Exhausted, I glanced over my shoulder, able to catch a glimpse of his long, thick cock, pre-cum glistening on the tip. Dear God, this was real. He was going to fuck me.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

Why was I excited? Why was my heart racing, the anticipation of having him fill me shoving aside every wretched thought of what he was doing to me?

There was something so enticingly dominating about his expression, his chiseled jaw covered in a dark shadow only adding to his dangerously delicious appeal. When he rolled the tips of his fingers along the inside of my thigh, I closed my eyes, fighting the urgency and longing, but it was useless.

The bastard said nothing as he thrust his cock deep into my tight channel, my muscles immediately aching and stretching. He was enormous, his shaft filling me. I gasped through the gag, clawing at the bedding. When he reached under me, caressing my breast through the thin layer of material, I could no longer breathe. He pulled out, sliding into me again, only this time taking it slow as if allowing my body to become used to his tremendous girth.

“You feel so good, my precious jewel.” He pushed another few inches inside, twisting my nipple until I moaned from the pain, but it only made me wetter, accepting the thick invasion.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

In a million years, I never would have expected to find myself in this position, my entire world turned upside down. This morning I’d awakened, eager to see my best friend for the first time in months. Panting, the taste of my desire rested on my tongue. I was nauseous from the thought of craving this… horrible person. How could they be related?

The way he touched me seared my skin, staining me for what seemed like the rest of my life.

However long that was.

There was no doubt he had every intention of killing me for the atrocity I had nothing to do with. When he shoved his fingers into my pussy, I screamed through the gag, writhing from the pleasure. I hated myself, praying I could shut down every emotion, but the way he was manipulating my body, the ecstasy hovering just under the surface, the best I could hope for was locking the memory away.

“Yes. I was right about you. You prefer someone taking you like a little whore. Don’t you? The filthier and rougher the better.” He pulled out again and I wanted nothing more than to slump against the bed but he wouldn’t allow it. His fingers were tangled in my long strands, the tips occasionally digging into my scalp.

I muttered my reply, hissing as I yanked at the bedding, but as he stroked me, rubbing my clit until friction developed, I knew I was already falling from grace.

He took his time, rolling his fingers against my pussy lips, acting as if the time we were spending together was anything other than what it was. A sin against God. I held my breath, trying to ward off pleasurable sensations, but his touch was enigmatic, igniting a fire deep within. When he drove his fingers inside, I kicked out my legs, struggling with my emotions.

He said something in Italian that I couldn’t understand but it sounded seductive and twisted, just like the man. My foot connected somewhere on his massive body, but he ignored it even if he felt pain, concentrating on driving me insane.

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