Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Clara

The inside and outside of my ass burned as Gio started to move again. With the salty taste of Tomas' cum on my tongue, I wasn't having any trouble keeping from insulting him anymore. I just wanted him to fuck my ass and get it over with, nothing else.

Liar. You want to come, too.

My traitorous pussy had her own agenda.

My throat was raw, my ass was raw, and my pussy wanted its turn.

There was something very wrong with me.

Gio started to move, gripping my hips. He began fucking me with hard, punishing strokes, using my body for his own pleasure. I cried out as my legs banged against the desk, each thrust slapping his body against mine, reigniting the burn in my cheeks. With my arms free, I grabbed onto the edge of the table, as if I could pull myself across it, but my muscles were noodle-limp.

Finally able to breathe again now that I wasn't choking on Tomas' monster cock only meant that my whimpers and cries filled the room as Gio pounded into me from behind. It hurt so good, and it didn't matter that my pussy wasn't getting what it wanted; my desire was growing… and growing…

"That's it, babydoll," Gio said with a groan, his fingers tightening. "Clench your hot little cheeks around Daddy's cock."

His filthy words sent a flush of wicked heat through me. I really was a naughty girl, though not for the reasons he thought. I didn't regret my thieving or insulting him, though I did regret being caught… but if I hadn't, I wouldn't be experiencing this right now. The pain from the belt had faded away, and even the slick glide of Gio's cock back and forth in my ass no longer hurt… it all felt good.

So good.

I was aware of Tomas watching us again, and the fact that his cum was currently sloshing around my belly somehow made his voyeurism even hotter.

Gio was depraved, and I must be, too.

"Fuck, you feel so good."

He buried himself inside me, rubbing against my backside, and I cried out as I felt him get even harder. Something pulsed inside me, something that wasn't my own squeezing muscles, then I felt heat filling me, and I realized he was filling my bowels with his cum.

But I hadn't come yet. And he'd said I could while his cock was up my ass… but I hadn't.

"Daddy," I whined, going back to my previous ploy. I squirmed against him desperately, trying to get the stimulation I needed to reach my peak. I was so close…

"Does my babydoll need to come?" he asked, his voice dripping with false sympathy.

"Yes!" I practically shouted, dropping my head on the desk in front of me with a thud. Then I cried out as I found myself being pulled back, his cock sliding free of my body.

I suddenly found myself being spun around, falling forward onto his lap. My pants were around my ankles, but my knees spread to straddle one of his thighs. I could feel his cum leaking out of me onto his leg. Dark eyes blazed as his gaze bore into mine, and his hands slid from my waist up to my breasts. My pussy was splayed over his leg, soaking the hairy flesh beneath it.

"Make yourself come, then, babydoll."

His hands slid up the inside of my shirt to my breasts, sliding under the silky brassiere to pinch my nipples. I moaned, rocking automatically on his thigh as the sensations coursed through me. I was no longer a thinking creature—I was a feeling one. My brain had turned off, my body was running the show, and I needed completion.

Every part of me was throbbing, pulsing, demanding.

My hips moved, rubbing my pussy against his leg as my need soared. His fingers plucked at my nipples, adding to the cacophony swirling inside me. My pussy rubbed over his leg, the hair abrading my sensitive flesh, my bottom clenching around the cum leaking out of it.

It was filthy, degrading.

I reached up to grip his shoulders so I could grind myself down harder as ecstasy surged between my thighs. All the fear, all the frustration, all the pain and pleasure melded together in a screaming vortex of sensation that threw me into an ocean of shuddering bliss.

"Daddy!" I cried out, unable to stop myself.

I soaked his leg with my juices, panting and shuddering, my nipples throbbing in counterpoint as he pinched them. His warm hands on my breasts helped hold me upright as my body slumped, leaving me breathless and limp.

"Good girl," he murmured.

I closed my eyes against the heat of his gaze, not wanting to see him looking at me after I'd just abased myself on his leg. Now that my need was sated, I was coming back to myself, and I was horrified. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real.

Just like when he came into your room and fingered you until you screamed with pleasure, then he shoved his cock down your throat? Just like that wasn't real?

He massaged my breasts, giving them one last squeeze before moving away and tugging my shirt back into place.

Somehow, he got me up in his arms while also getting his pants into place. I was woozy, unable to truly pay attention to what he was doing. Everything was whirling, and exhaustion made my limbs feel heavier than before.

"Tomas."

I flinched in his arms when he said the other man's name, but all he did was help Gio pull my pants up into place while Gio still cradled me. I was too wrung out to care, though I winced when the pants pressed up against my sore bottom and pussy. My entire lower body was equal parts pained and pleasured.

With my eyelids growing heavier, I was aware of Gio walking through the hallways of the house, carrying me the whole way. By the time he laid me down on a soft mattress, I was ready to slip into the darkness and let this whole day go.

Tomorrow, I'd find a way out of the trap.

Tomorrow, I'd escape.

Because there was no way I was spending the rest of my life with Gio.

* * *

Gio

Though she seemed like she was already fast asleep, I watched Clara closely as I laid her down on my bed. Satisfaction thrummed through me at seeing her there. Mine. My babydoll. Soon to be my wife.

It was incredibly late, and she should have been tired after everything she'd been through this evening, but I'd already learned not to trust her appearance.

Pressing my thumb to her lips, I remembered what it felt like to have my cock between them… and what it felt like to see Tomas' there. It had been at my command. Just like having her get herself off on my leg had been. She was a feisty but submissive little thing, which was exactly what I liked.

I popped my thumb into her mouth.

Her eyes didn't open, but she immediately started to suckle the tip in her sleep.

"Good girl," I murmured, running my other hand over her body again, fondling her soft breast. She whimpered a bit when I pinched her nipple but didn't otherwise react.

I gave her breast another caress before pulling both of my hands away. I kept one eye on her as I went to the bathroom to clean myself off and collect some water and a cloth. Naked now, I returned to the bedside, thinking through my options.

She might be asleep now, but once she'd had some rest, she was going to try to run again. I wasn't daft enough to think otherwise. My job was to make it as difficult for her as possible. Hopefully impossible, though I'd now learned not to underestimate her.

While she was asleep, I stripped her down completely, admiring her curves. The red of her bottom gleamed in the moonlight next to the creamy paleness of her back and sides. I ran my fingers along the welt I'd left on her thighs, my cock jerking in appreciation at the softness of her skin and the raised line where my belt had fallen.

There were more of them on her ass, of course, but I liked seeing the straight line standing alone on the middle of her legs. Then I ran my fingers over the one that had crossed over her pussy. Wetness still seeped from her body.

Grinning to myself at the very pleasant memory of fucking her virgin asshole, I carefully wiped away all the fluids that coated her pussy and bottom. She whimpered a bit as the cloth passed over her back entrance, the little hole looking pink and swollen thanks to the thorough frigging I'd given it. My cock twitched as I cleaned her off, but I was also yawning.

I needed my rest if I was going to have any hope of keeping up with her tomorrow.

Done with cleaning her up, I tossed her filthy clothes into the hamper. At the very least, she'd have to search for them, though I doubted she'd want to wear them with all the fluids now coating them. I'd have to send someone to get her something to wear in the morning. In the meantime, she could wear one of my shirts since she wouldn't be leaving the house, anyway.

Picking up the belt I'd used on her, I wrapped it securely around her wrists and then used it to tether her to the headboard. It wasn't impossible to get out of, but it would take her time to work herself free—and keep her mostly immobile and unable to hit me. After a moment's thought, I grabbed a second belt and used it to trap her legs together as well.

Only then did I climb into the bed and curl up behind her, my half-hard cock nestled between the hot curves of her cheeks. She whimpered again as I dragged her fully against me, my hand cupped over her breast, but she didn't wake. It only took a moment before her breathing evened out again.

She felt right in my arms, pressed against me. I was once again tempted to take things further, but as I yawned again, I decided against it. After all, her ass was going to be plenty sore tomorrow, and I wanted to keep her pussy for our wedding night. I didn't think it would take long to put the wedding together.

My uncle was going to want her locked down fast.

Which meant I was going to need to prove that I had her under control.

As she sighed in her sleep, snuggling back into me, I grinned. Despite the fight she'd put up this evening, I didn't think that was going to be too hard. Her body knew who she belonged to.