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Chapter Eleven

Elodie

A nother scream of terror leaves me, and I can’t help but think that this was the worst idea ever. Until I land squarely on the bed. I bounce once, twice, before settling into the silky sheets. His smirk is wicked and daring. The muscles under his white shirt and leather vest ripple as he prowles toward me. Scrambling backward and slamming into the headboard, this is absolutely a predator in front of me. He doesn’t give me any more time to react as he pounces. Large hands wrap around my ankles and tug. With far too much ease, I slide down to him.

That pesky organ in my chest pounds against its confines while he runs his calloused hands along my smooth legs. Thought similar to mine must be bouncing around his own head because he looks down at where his hand meets my leg with wonder. Tattoos snake up his arms, the red lighting of the room bringing a dangerous edge to the beast of a man above me. He settles between my thighs with ease, the ridge of his manhood landing right over the apex between mine.

“You’re mine,” he mumbles, and I honestly don’t know if I even heard him right. The rasp of his deep voice doesn’t mix the greatest with the blood pumping through my ears.

“Please,” I breathe, unsure what I’m asking. He sits back on his heels, his heavy gaze scanning me over. The weight of being on display has me unconsciously covering myself. A literal growl comes from the man hovering over me, and he glares at my arms.

“You will not cover yourself for me,” he demands. My lower region is absolutely wetter than it was a few seconds ago, and I move my arms to be in compliance with him. He seems satisfied with me, leaning on all fours above me. “Have you ever pleasured yourself, Bunny?” I shake my head automatically. It was forbidden for us to do those things, against the manual of being an obedient woman.

A quirked brow from him has me second guessing my answer. “No?” I ask, unsure what to do.

“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me verbally. You will also address me by my honorific, either Sir or Master.” Again, I nod.

Then, I mentally facepalm myself. “Yes, sir,” I mumble, my eyes casting around the room and unsure of where to look. The faintest part of my memory has a bloop that my Dominant is supposed to assist me in learning how to be a submissive. I suppose if you count all twenty-three years of my life, I’ve been submissive my whole dang life.

I have no idea what to do with my body, and the longer we stare at one another, the more awkward I feel. Finally snapping out of whatever trance he was in, he takes in our positioning. Crawling backward, he moves lower down my body and all I can do is watch in a trance. Thick shoulders force my legs wider as he settles between them, his nose brushing against my sex through the thin fabric that separates him. He inhales deeply, a shutter flashing through me from head to toe, the shock of his sniffing me putting me on edge.

As intuitive as he is, he just chuckles at me. “You smell fucking devine,” he growls, his tongue jutting outward and landing directly on my clit.

“Oh!” I gasp as he drags the tip of his tongue over me. It’s a light brush, but my stomach clenches harshly at the barely-there contact.

“That feels good, sweetheart?” His words vibrate through my body, lighting little pieces of me on fire as he sucks me from under my thong. Hips jutting upward, my body reacts without me thinking. My fingers splay into his soft hair to keep his face planted between my thighs. The growl that rumbles through him and into me has me holding on even tighter. He must like it, or else he would have said something, surely.

“Look at me,” he barks, and my eyes snap open immediately. I don’t remember even closing them, yet when I focus back on him, he suctions my bundle of nerves back into his mouth. “I have to stretch you out, it might be uncomfortable, but if you want this to stop, you say so.”

“Yes, sir,” I whimper, unable to stop my body from tensing all over again as his finger swirls my opening.

Warm air lashes over my nerves, my body immediately relaxing to the odd sensation as he pushes his thick finger in. I gasp in surprise. The intrusion isn’t harmful, but I definitely already feel…full? No. Stretched. I feel stretched, and we haven’t even gotten anywhere.

“I don’t think it will fit,” I cry as his finger curls somewhere deep inside of me. It’s a miracle spot though because with a seconds worth of fierce licks from his tongue, I’m a goner. Ripping through me, the orgasm takes hold of my entire body and wrings me completely. White noise echoes in my brain at the angelic sensation, so much so that I can’t hear what he’s saying but confirm whatever it is anyway.

Then, more prodding. Back bowing off the bed, I don’t have a moment to breathe before he’s latching back onto me and pumping his fingers quickly as he laps me over.

“I don’t know what’s happening!” I shriek as another, even stronger explosion is torn from my body. Legs trembling, body quivering, I gasp and plead for him to stop. The sensitive area between my thighs is overstimulated, and I swear if he brings me to another climax, I might just die.

Thankfully, he takes mercy on me.

“Fuck, you taste divine,” he grins, liquid droplets coasting down his face and beard. Mouth open in utter shock, embarrassment washes over me.

“I-I’m so sorry, I don’t-” He crawls over me without wasting time and slants his lips over mine. Our tongues tangle as he gives me a taste of myself. I don’t see the hype of what he means when he says I taste good, but if he wants to live in that delusion, then he can.

After a moment, he pulls back. “That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen. A tight virgin cunt squirting for me, making us a mess.” If my cheeks weren’t already red, they sure are now. If my memory serves me right, squirting is liquid coming from…not ejaculation fluids. A shudder rolls through me as he smirks, a mixture of mirth and danger in his expression.

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper. He leans over me still, his large body dwarfing mine in comparison, and for some odd reason, it makes me feel safe. An odd time to feel that way too. My hands drift to his back and I let my fingers graze the divots of his muscles, the tightness of them. I barely feel raised flesh when Henley rips out of my hold and stands on the ground. His entire demeanor is suddenly cold and stoic. Again, I have no idea what I’ve done wrong.

Henley must see something bothersome on my face before he cools himself down. Grabbing the buckle of his jeans, he undoes them and slowly slides them down his thighs. They’re pure muscle, just like the rest of him, but holy…

“That is not going to fit,” I rasp with a small twinge of fear for my poor lower half. She is never going to be the same after this.

“It will, I promise.” He turns around and walks over to the chair. His butt is the perfect shape, perfect amount of muscle to fat ratio and holy wow I am talking about a man’s butt!

Diverting my eyes to the ceiling, I pretend I didn’t just analyze his rear end. Though, it was definitely good looking…

“Bunny,” he calls and my attention snaps to him immediately. His thickness is in his hand as he rolls something over himself. It’s almost clear but has a white tint to it. “It’s not going to feel great for the first few minutes, and I am going to do my best to keep you comfortable.”

Swallowing thickly, I nod. “Yes, sir,” I mutter, eyeing the large death trap poking from his hand. “You’re sure it’ll fit?”

“I’m positive.” He gives me no room to question him as he climbs back onto the bed, his deep gaze roaming over me like a hungry predator ready to devour its prey. Strong, corded arms land next to my head as he levels me. Breath hitching, he notches himself at my entrance. I can’t stop myself from tensing up. “Breathe, little bunny,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss me. Tilting his hips a little, he presses into my opening, and I have no idea what to make of the intrusion. My hips wiggle on their own accord as I work to adjust to his impeding size.

Drawing backward, he pushes further into me, slowly rocking into my body to keep me on the edge. It’s tight and uncomfortable and all intrusive as I fight off this feeling of being too full .

Finally, he presses his entire body weight into my lower region, and I scream. It’s gurgled in tears, the pain of his thickness ripping me in half. Fully seated, he doesn’t move. There’s a pinch in between his brows, an expression I can read on his handsome face. He’s fighting himself to stay completely still. Gyrating my hips ever-so-slightly, I do my best to quickly accommodate his size. Large hands grip the softness of my love handles, stilling me completely. The pained looked is more prominent as he growls, “stay fucking still.”

Swallowing the struggle, I nod. Eyes fluttering closed, I do my best to wallow in my own silent misery. I can’t imagine doing this with someone else. He’s been gentle, and there’s a small voice in my head telling me that he has given me sweet mercy.

Rocking back, his shaft pulls out of me. An odd, empty sensation rolls through me as he removes himself completely. Just as I’m about to complain, he surges forward.

“Shit!” I shriek, my eyes widening and hand slapping over my mouth. Waiting for the blow, I flinch into the silky sheets.

Nothing happens. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his gruff voice hardly above a whispering rasp, but there’s a slight edge to it. Another tone I can decipher. Anger. “I cursed,” I mutter as he pulls away again. A devilish smirk casts over his face, the dark features somehow getting even darker. Henley is a walking version of sin that I can’t stop myself from gazing at.

“And?” He quips back, his hips snapping forward in a quick succession. I don’t have a breath to tell him that it’s wrong, that it goes against everything, as he practically drills me into the bed with his powered movements.

I suppose this isn’t any better, but cursing is one thing. Trying to spite Father to get him back is another.

Each retreat and withdrawal has my nails racing down his back, the sharp ends bringing skin with me as he hisses for more. We cling to one another, my arms secured around his body as his thickness hammers into me relentlessly. I have no idea when the tide went from soft to tsunami, but I’m definitely not complaining.

“Circle your clit for me, I need your tight cunt to milk me,” he growls in my ear, the sound skittering goosebumps through my whole body and sending it right to my lower region.

I obey his simple command, my fingers brushing over my swollen bundle of nerves. His heady groan has me working faster, circling faster as I use my arousal to keep going. Face to face, the man above me looks feral for me and the knot in my lower half gets tighter and tighter until all I can see is blinding light. Henley savagely pounds me through my orgasm, the aftershocks of my bliss cracking as he roars his own release. I always wondered if you could feel it, but the heat sweltering my inner area has me blushing as he pumps his cum into me. Henley stays suspended above me for several long moments, his eyes boring into mine as we just feel.

The organ in my chest begs me to stay with him forever, but the logical piece of me knows better. After a moment, he flops next to me with a chuckle, hauling my body into his without any hesitation or struggle.

Breathing heavily, we cast one another a look. His hair is standing in every which way, and I know I don’t appear in better shape. Stuttering a giggle, I do my best to contain it, but when he realizes I’m laughing and joins in, there’s no stopping us.

For several moments, we both laugh into the empty space, embraced in each other’s arms. I’ve never felt anything like this before. This feeling of pure and utter contentment. Something about this man has my breath coming out in gasps and my heart pounding to be released from its confines.

The worst part about it all? I have to go back home. He doesn’t know where I’m from, doesn’t know the societal rules for women and why I decided to lose my virginity this way. If he had any inclination about my reasoning, I am sure he would not have touched me with a fifty foot pole.

Either way, I am grateful for the night he’s given me. Coming into this, I anticipated it to be brutal, for it to hurt. I was prepared for what my future husband may do to me. Instead, he was kind and nurturing. There was no ounce of malice on his being, and for that, I will never forget our time together.

“I should probably head out,” I whisper, staring into his deep eyes. My words stand stagnant in the air around us, his gaze boring into mine, something sits heavily behind his eyes, but there’s no telling what it could possibly be.

“Yeah,” he trails off with me, still not letting me go from his tight hold. I have to be the strong one in this situation, so I peel away from his muscular and masculine body to retrieve my items. The moment I stand, I feel our arousal drip between my thighs, coating them in stickiness. “Let me at least take you home.” The offer is a kind gesture, one I cannot afford to take.

“That’s alright, I have a car waiting for me.” It’s on the tip of his tongue to say something back, I can see it, but whatever he sees in mine has him relenting.

He sits up finally and gets his jeans over his thick thighs. Walking over to me, his large hands land on my hips and pull me back to him. “I will see you again, right?” I do my best to conjure a normal and reassuring smile.

“Absolutely.” Lie. “I plan on coming back either tomorrow or the day after.” Another lie. Something about the connection between the two of us…if I leave, I don’t know if I will ever see him again. With the super senses that he has, he can tell that this isn’t a ‘see you later’ moment. This is one-hundred percent a goodbye.

His giant frame dwarfs mine as he leans down, planting his lips on mine for one last kiss. Tears burn the back of my eyes, and I know I must be crazy. Maybe I’m already building a connection because of the virginity thing.

“See you later, Racer,” I whisper and detangle myself from his grip, exiting out of the door as fast as possible.