I whispered as I tried to appease him by stroking his jaw and leaning in for another kiss.
Turning his head to the side, he whispered darkly, “You have given me no choice.”
With a hard push, he impaled me, his hand past the knuckles deep inside my cunt.
I tried to fall back, to shift my hips away, but his grip on my neck prevented me from escaping. Unlike when he possessed me with his cock, this felt more brutal and calculating.
This wasn’t sex… it was a message.
“Do you have any idea, my love, how badly I want to curl my hand into a fist inside this delicate little body of yours? How badly I want to dominate and possess you completely?”
Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was feeling his pain as much as my own.
And yes… it was sick and twisted and completely wrong, but I could still tell… he was in pain. Pain that I had caused by betraying what our relationship had symbolized to him.
His body shook. “It’s the only way I can think of to make you understand and I need you to understand. This wasn’t just a game to me. I needed to create a world where you were mine… and mine alone.”
With each agonizing moment, my body adjusted to the pressure of his hand. His thumb eased out of my pussy and caressed my clit in slow circles.
Richard breathed heavily as he pushed in another inch. My mouth opened on a silent scream, which he swallowed with a devastating kiss.
Breaking away, I threw my head back and let out a low keen as my fingers clawed at his chest.
He pulled me in close, pushing my head into his shoulder. Holding fistfuls of my hair, he whispered harshly into my ear, “I wish I could push my arm so deep inside of you I could grasp your womb and hold the core of you and claim you for my own.”
The powerful image of his macabre words made me dizzy as I struggled to focus between the pain and the feel of his thumb forcing a rising orgasm from me.
Richard breathed against my neck, sending goosebumps up my arms. “This is what you do to me, Elizabeth. You drive me insane with want and need and anger. My only thought is of possessing you. Of holding your very essence in my fist and never letting go.” I could feel the sharp scrape of his teeth against the delicate skin beneath my ear with every declaration.
My thighs ached as I struggled to keep them spread open as he bent my body in half in his earnestness.
“Tell me now, Elizabeth. I need to know,” he said as he twisted my hair and wrenched my head back to meet his harsh gaze. “Tell me you are mine and I will give you pleasure beyond anything you could imagine.”
His thumb swept over my clit as he pulsed his hand in and out of my now painfully open cunt.
“Or tell me it is over and I will end our torment once and for all.”
These violent delights have violent ends.
There is something strangely euphoric that happens the moment your body and mind finally stop fighting it and accept that the choice of your heart will be the death of you.
Falling back onto the champagne silk sheets, like a tarnished virgin sacrifice I raised my knees up high and lifted my hips as I breathed, “I’m yours, Richard.”
With a growl, he rose over me. Pulling his hand free, he thrust back into my throbbing cunt with three fingers. This time he pounded into me with a terrifying ferocity as he sucked and bit my erect nipples.
Leaning back, he used his free hand to tear at the fastening of his pants. His hard, heavily veined cock sprang free. Pressing his hand against my inner thigh, he pushed my legs open even wider as he placed his hips between them. He replaced his hand with his cock.
Despite practically having his fist tear into my tight body, his cock still felt heavy and thick.
“Oh, God! Yes! Fuck, Richard! Oh, God!” I screamed as I dug my nails into his shoulders.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me.”
With the power of him driving his body into mine, I slid along the silky sheets till my head slammed against the headboard, pinning me underneath his weight and against the wall. The pressure from my building orgasm caused me to let out a primal howl as I absorbed each brutal thrust, riding