“I’m teaching you a fucking lesson.”
From behind, he grabbed both my breasts and squeezed. “These are mine.”
His one hand dipped down my body and palmed me between my legs, causing me to gasp. “This is mine.”
Through the fear and confusion, I moaned when he forced a finger inside me. My legs numbed, and every muscle inside my stomach clenched as desire exploded through my core.
He pushed a second finger inside me. “Everything you are, everything you have, belongs to me. The only person that desecrates your body is me. Not even you have that fucking right. Just me.”
I heard the zipper of his pants, and like a goddamn switch my entire body started to anticipate the sexual gratification I knew I was about to get. The panic and alarm that prickled along the back of my skull was no match against the lust that crashed with full force between my legs.
He pulled his fingers out, grabbed me behind my neck, and forced me to bend over.
“It seems you’re struggling to accept the fact that your life now only consists of one thing. Me. So let’s see if I can fuck that concept into you.”
Without warning, he plunged inside me. I rocked forward, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back before pushing his cock hard and deep inside me again.
“This time I won’t let you come.”
“What?”
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Keep your fucking mouth shut. I said you are not allowed to come. If you do, I will bind you to that motherfucking bed and punish you with something worse than pain.”
Faster and faster he started to move in and out of me. His grip tightened as he fisted my hair, his fingers pushing painfully into my waist.
I bit down on my lip, trying my best not to concentrate on the pleasure he was thrusting inside me. My legs grew weaker by the second, my core tightening as he kept on flexing behind me. The more he moved, the closer he pushed me toward the edge. I could feel the pressure build inside me, how my core tightened as I came nearer to the pleasure I so desperately sought.
“I can feel you, little mouse. I can feel you gripping me tight. I swear to fucking God, if you come, I will work your pussy ‘til fucking dusk without allowing you one single goddamn orgasm.”
“Castello, please,” I begged with rapid breaths, my body trembling as I fought against the pleasure. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I swear. Just please…please let me come.”
“No.”
He let go of my hair, grabbed my waist with both hands, and jerked me to the side toward the bed.
“Keep your legs straight. Put your face flat against the bed.”
I obeyed, praying and hoping like hell he would give me permission to come before my body betrayed me.
With his foot, he shoved my legs apart before pushing both my feet against the base of the bed. My muscles in the back of my legs pulled and stretched while he pushed my upper body flat against the mattress.
“Do not think you can fool me, little mouse. You know your body can’t lie to me. I will know the second you come.”
“Castello, I beg you…please.”
“No!”
All it took was a few deep, hard, relentless thrusts until I finally felt him release his pleasure inside me. The blood from biting into my bottom lip coated my tongue with its metallic taste. It was all I could do to stop my body from tipping over the edge I had been forbidden from.
Tears started to fill my eyes, my body aching and screaming, begging for a release from the tension that now tortured every inch of me. No blade, no knife, and no belt had ever caused me this much pain. For the first time, I experienced pain that not only possessed my body, but also my mind.
I flinched when he pulled out, and the loss of feeling him inside me caused the tears to escape and fall on the gray sheets.
I didn’t get up. He hadn’t given me permission to yet.
Other than the sound of his zipper sounding through the room, we were surrounded by the most deafening silence.
I sucked in a breath as more tears slipped down my face.