"Look at that, toy." Dex speaks in a low, throaty voice that calms me, like applying salve to an open wound. "Look at you taking me, you're such a good girl, just like I knew you would be."
"I can't believe you did that. Dexter, how could you?"
There's no point in holding back now. I'm crying openly, sobbing for the remains of my innocence. He's taken everything from me now. I'm officially ruined.
"I'm sorry, toy," he mutters, slowly starting to move his hips and pushing deeper inside me while I gasp. "I just had to do it. One day you'll understand."
My cries turn into gasps of pleasure. It's incredible how fast my body is adjusting to his insistent pushing inside me, adapting to his painful length and impressive girth. My pussy accepts him, sucks him in deeper, and I realize I want so much more while the shame of it all burns my cheeks.
"Keep going," I beg my fiancé in a desperate, shame-filled voice. "Please don't stop, Dexter. Please keep going. Please, I need more."
He smirks above me. With a start, I came to a horrible realization. He hasn't even kissed me yet. He hasn't kissed me once, and he's already stolen my virginity.
"Dexter, will you kiss me?" I whisper.
"What?"
He looks down at me, stopping the movement of his hips driving his cock deeper inside me. He looks so lost as his eyes meet mine. Like a boy, not the man he's proved himself to be.
"You haven't kissed me yet," I go on. "I just wanted one kiss... I want to feel your lips on mine."
I watch a silent battle raging inside his head. A part of him wants this, but he's resisting it as hard as he fucking can. I want to beg him to reconsider, but I'm tongue-tied, still in too much pain to get the words out.
Then, slowly, he lowers his lips against mine. He doesn't make contact just yet, instead blowing a cool puff of air against my mouth and making me arch my body against his as best as I can in my restricted position.
"You want it?" he whispers, and I nod my head, eager for his cruel touch.
He moves his lips just out of my reach, making me huff in frustration, then presses them against mine unexpectedly. I exhale against his mouth and he swallows my protest, kissing me deeply and demanding I give him my full attention.
It is then that I realize I am a toy indeed. Not because I want to be, but because my fiancé has made me into one. He's cruel, unforgiving and mean, and I crave all of it.
"Dex," I whisper against his lips. "Please... give me more."
He kisses me viciously, with a need that's unparalleled in this world. I find myself responding to his caresses, my mouth reaching up for more of him. I'm eager. Desperate. Needy. I want so much more than what he's willing to give. And he keeps me wanting it, right at the edge of madness.
Dex's tongue swirls in mine in cruel patterns that tie my stomach into knots. He grabs my face, holding me in place as he takes more and more from my lips, his hips starting to pump into me again. I mewl in pain, but he pays it no mind, driving his cock into my tender hole again and again until I'm a mess of whispered pleases and noes.
"You've had enough," he finally mutters against my lips, pulling away despite my muttered protests.
He's surprisingly gentle when he takes his cock out of me, and we both look down at the spot between my legs where blood marks his entry.
"Goddamn," he murmurs. "You did so well for me, little toy. I wish I could come in that tight little hole right now. And you know what... I just might-"
There's a noise underneath, then sounds of angry shouting coming up the stairs. Dex and I exchange glances. We have company.
In moments, Dexter unties the belts holding my wrists in place and I groan with relief. Finally free. I pick myself up, sitting up on the chair. I'm a fucking mess.
"Dexter fucking Booth!"
The voice is booming, loud and sends shivers down my spine. Dexter gets off me and reveals a sight that makes my skin erupt in goosebumps. My father is standing in the doorway, an expression of pure madness on his face as he takes in the situation before him.
"What the fuck have you done?" he snarls. "What have you done to my daughter, you sick fuck?"
He grabs Dexter by his shirt, but my fiancee is too strong for the older man. Before my father can slam him against the wall, Dex regains the upper hand, shrugging free of his grip and advancing against him with a growl.
"I took what's mine," he spits at my father. "I've waited long enough. You think I'm some fucking puppy you can keep on a leash away from her?"
"What did you fucking do?" my father demands again, his eyes crazed with anger. "Is she a virgin, you goddamn bastard? Did you touch her?"