Marry the Don

Chapter 10

“Yes!” I cried, lifting my head off the pillow as my body tightened from nose to toes, “Yes!” He fucked me harder still, slamming into me until his chest was above my face and Ibit his pec in ecstasy as my orgasm took over.

“Fuck,” he groaned, slamming his palm to the headboard of the bed as he used his hips to grind against me. “That’s it. Harder,” He added, “Bite harder.”

I was fucked in the head, unable to stop my teeth from tightening even harder around the thick corded muscle of his chest as he roared my name. I felt the heat inside of me swell and thicken as he thrust twice more before stilling. His cock jerked and spasmed with the warmth, and I realized he was filling me with his come.

My teeth popped free of his chest and my head fell back on the pillow in shock. What the fuck did I just do?

He flexed his hips, over and over again, like he was trying to push even deeper into me as my inner walls continued to clench around him on their own, with aftershocks of my orgasm.

When he finally stilled, he pulled his hand from the headboard and rested both elbows on the pillow under my head, and stared down at me. I didn’t know what to say, as disbelief and shame coursed through me.

Was it like this for every virgin?

Or at least the ones forced to perform this ancient act?

It couldn’t be. No way.

This was all him.

“Hmm,” He growled deep in his chest, vibrating against my own and my nipples hardened against him even more. His green eyes glowed before a look of indifference passed over his handsome face.

Handsome?

Did I really just call this … torturer handsome? And did I really just call it torture?

Because if I had to be honest, it wasn’t. I didn’t want this, but somehow he still managed to make me want him, and to enjoy it like he demanded I do. He was twisted and so was I.

He pulled his hips back and slid from my body, watching me wince as he pulled free. I could feel the wetness of his orgasm and mine mixed together drip out of my body in his absence and clamped my legs closed as he crawled off the foot of the bed to stare down at me.

“Let me see,” He ordered, pushing my knees apart to stare at my vagina. He growled again, “Virgin no more.” He nodded with a tilt of his lips and released my knees.

That’s when I noticed the smear of red covering his dick and pubic bone. He walked over to the basin in the center of the room and soaked one of the cloths in water and then wiped my blood from his body. He soaked the other cloth and walked back to me, without another word.

He pushed my knees wide once more and wiped away the mess we’d both made, watching my face intently as I winced again at the burning pain left in his wake, but offered no condolences or comfort. When he was done, he stood back up and stared upon me with the same indifferent look on his face.

It was like he wanted to say something but forced himself to stay silent. What would he say after a moment like this?

Sorry, I took advantage ofyou.

Gladyou came all over my cock like a good little slut though.

I snapped my knees closed and clutched my gown closed over my chest, hiding myself from him even though he had already seen and tasted most of it.

He smirked at me with that threatening snarl and then ran one of his large hands across his abs again.

I don’t know why, but the motion made me feel … feral. It was such a turn-on.

And I hated myself for that.

He got dressed, slowly, like he didn’t care that I lay before him watching. I felt the tonic fog start to descend on me again, now that the adrenalin and fear were gone.

My eyelids fluttered closed and my body relaxed into the bed fully until I heard the clink of the glass on the dresser top and my eyes popped open.

The man stood there, taking the glass off the top of the tonic before lifting the bottle to his nose to sniff the yellow drink.

“Don’t drink it,” I whispered and then cleared my throat to try to add more volume to it. “It’s drugged.”

He put the bottle back down on the dresser and looked at me out of the corner of his eye. His eyebrows were pinched tightly over his eyes and his face was no longer impassive or indifferent.

Now it was enraged. "Drugged with what?”

I shrugged my shoulder and turned over on my side to face him, unable to keep my eyes open any longer so I let them close. “ Something to keep me obedient.”

When I finally opened my eyelids again, he was still staring at me with that angered look on his face. He put the glass back over the opening of the bottle and returned to the bed, bending down to pick up the sheet and blanket that had been set on the floor before the ceremony.

He flicked his wrists and fanned them both out over the top of my curled-up body and stood over me, “Your marriage has been blessed,” He said. “Good luck with your new husband.”

Then he turned and walked back out of the bedroom, tossing the key down on the table next to the door and flipping the lock from the inside before closing the door.

He locked the rest of the world out and gave me what was hopefully the only key.

That was a gift I’d never been blessed with before.

And I fell into a deep dreamless slumber knowing no one could get to me and interrupt it.