Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

J enna

I swallowed hard, his words echoing through my mind. He opened the nightstand drawer behind me, and I turned my head to look, watching him as he withdrew a bottle of lubricant.

Fuck .

My heart raced, and I chewed my lower lip nervously.

This was really happening, wasn't it?

He coated his fingers with lube and then pressed them between my bottom cheeks. I clenched tight, wanting to fight him as much as I could while also knowing that a small, deep part of me wanted this to happen. I just couldn't admit it to myself.

He just had to take it.

I felt his finger press against the tight ring of muscles, and I held my breath, clenching down around him. At first, the stretching burn caught me off guard, but the deep ache did something to my insides that made my pussy clench down hard.

My clit throbbed frantically, but I did my best to ignore it.

Slowly, he worked his finger inside me, stretching the tiny opening. My breath caught in my throat as the burn intensified and then began to ebb, and I gripped the sheets tightly, my knuckles turning white.

My mind raced as he worked his finger in and out, my body adjusting to the intrusion. He added more lube, the cold liquid making me gasp, and then slid a second finger inside me. I clenched down again, and the pain intensified for several long seconds before my core spiraled tight.

I knew what he was doing. He was working me open, getting me ready for his cock.

Oh, my fuck.

His cock.

The idea made my pussy clamp down hard, and a wave of pleasure rolled through me. His fingers pumped into me, in and out and I gasped.

I didn't want to like it.

I didn't .

And yet, there was no denying the desire burning in my veins, the way my pussy clenched and throbbed with need the longer he fingered my bottom and I hated that.

As if reading my mind, he leaned down and whispered, his breath hot on my ear, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

"If you want to come, baby girl, you're going to have to beg for it."

My body trembled, the desire overwhelming. He added a third finger, the burning stretch making me whimper and my core clench tight. I keened as he pumped his thick digits in and out of me, opening me despite everything I was doing to try to fight against it, then he pulled them out and slapped my ass hard.

"That tight little ass is ready for my cock, isn't it?"

"Please fuck my pussy, sir," I begged.

"No," he replied simply.

I heard him unzip his pants, and my heart pounded in my chest. His hand caressed my sore ass, and I moaned softly, my body humming with need. I didn't need to look back to know what was happening.

He was freeing his cock.

He climbed over me, and I felt his fingers at the nape of my neck, his skin warm against mine. His other hand spread my bottom cheeks and I tried to clench them together, but the head of his cock brushed against my well-lubed hole, and I tensed.

"Relax, baby girl. The harder you fight me, the more this is going to hurt."

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force myself to calm down. It was just a cock, right?

Just a cock that was a lot bigger than his fingers had been .

Just a cock that was about to go in my ass.

His cock pressed against my asshole, and I sucked in a breath. I tried to relax, but it was nearly impossible, and my body fought him anyway. The burning, stretching ache returned, the intensity so much stronger than before.

Vincenzo was slow and careful, pushing into me with measured pressure, his body draped over mine, his lips close to my ear.

"That's my good girl. Look at that tight little hole swallowing me up."

My breathing hitched as the stretching ache became more than a simple sensation, and the searing pain took hold.

The fullness was unbelievable, the pressure so much more intense than I thought it would be.

Vincenzo pressed deeper, the pain increasing, and I let out a soft wail.

I didn't know how much more I could take.

But, somehow, my body gave in, and I took every last inch of his cock like I had been made for it.

With one more deep thrust, his hips were flush against my flaming ass, and I whimpered softly.

I'd never felt so full in my life.

I squirmed beneath him, my body adjusting to the feeling of him inside me, the pain giving way to a strange sense of pleasure. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, my inner walls fluttering and clenching around him, which only made the deep ache return again and again.

It was like my body couldn't make up its mind.

Did it want him or not?

Vincenzo began to move, his hips slowly pumping his cock in and out of me. At first, I could only feel the pain, but the pleasure followed close behind before I knew it. It was far more intense than I anticipated, and I closed my eyes, but that only made the burning sensation seem that much more real.

As his pace increased, I gasped, the pleasure taking over, and I began to moan. I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out of me, my tight channel gripping him like a glove.

Then he began to fuck me.

Truly fuck me.

As his cock thrust in and out of me, the burning ache transformed into something else, something deep and primal.

I groaned as he fucked me hard and fast, his hips slamming against my red-hot welted bottom, the pain and the pleasure swirling together. I pushed back against him before I could stop myself.

It hurt.

And it didn't stop hurting.

His cock was too big, and I wanted it out, but with every thrust, that thought became hazier. My clit throbbed, my whole body on fire.

I couldn't breathe.

Couldn't think.

All I could do was take it and I did. I took it hard.

And then something unexpected happened. I started to enjoy myself despite the pain. My pussy clenched, and I could feel the pressure building inside me. Vincenzo grunted, his hips slamming into me, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoing in the room.

I whimpered, my inner walls clamping down tight around him, and another searing hot lash of pain struck down deep into my core. He wasn't letting up and I knew he wasn't going to.

"Please," I pleaded.

I didn't want to come. I couldn't, not like this, but if this continued on, I slowly realized I wasn't going to have a choice.

"Tell me what you need, baby girl," he coaxed lightly while he fucked my ass even harder.

The pressure inside me was growing, the pleasure and the pain becoming one and the same.

I was close, so very close.

I didn't want it to feel good, and yet, I did.

"Please! Please! Please, sir," I tried.

I wanted his cock out of my bottom. I didn't want to come like this, it would be too shameful, too embarrassing, too positively arousing. But the pressure was building, and I was getting close.

So close.

Too fucking close.

The pain was unbearable, and yet, it only pushed me higher and higher.

"Are you going to come, baby girl? With my cock in your virgin ass?"

"Please! Please not that," I pleaded.

My breathing quickened, my inner walls tightening around his thick length. The pleasure and the pain were too intense, and I knew it wouldn't be long.

"It's so very shameful to need to come while I'm punishing this tight little ass with my cock, isn't it, baby?"

I blushed so hard that my face probably turned crimson.

"Please, sir," I begged.

"You beg so very prettily, naughty girl, but my cock is going to stay inside this tight little hole until I'm through punishing it. Now, you may either come three times or none at all. Do you understand me?"

He punctuated each syllable with a hard thrust and my asshole pinched tight, the deep stretching burn almost more than I could bear.

"Yes, sir," I wailed.

I tried to hold out.

"I think it's time for me to really begin to punish this virgin hole of yours, don't you, baby girl?"

His words, his dirty, filthy, humiliating, degrading words sent me over the edge, and my body spiraled out of control.

With a loud savage cry, I came.

My pussy spasmed, the waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I screamed. Searing heat surged up and down my limbs from my fingers to my toes and everywhere in between. My vision blurred, the world fading away as my breathing turned ragged.

My inner walls fluttered around empty air as my whole body quivered and shook. The orgasm was more intense than any I'd ever had.

I didn't want it to feel good, but it did and somehow, that made it worse.

Somehow, it just made me come harder.

When I finally came down, I lay on the bed, exhausted and spent. With the pleasure sated, the pain took front and center stage, and I cried out.

He didn't stop fucking me either. In fact, he didn't even seem close to finishing.

I thought he was fucking me before.

He was really fucking me now.

Punishing me.

It hurt so much.

But now, he wasn't using his belt, wasn't spanking my bottom, or punishing my pussy with his fingers. Now, he was fucking my ass with his big cock. It was a different kind of hurt.

Just as awful.

Just as good.

"That's one orgasm, naughty girl. Now you owe me two more," he demanded, and my whimpers echoed throughout the room.

"No, please!" I cried out.

I didn't want to come again. I knew a second orgasm would make this that much more painful.

His cock slammed into me, his balls slapping against my bare bottom, and I keened, the pain growing more intense and then I felt it.

Pleasure.

It didn't take long for the desire for release to build once again, and soon, the pressure was growing along with it. My breathing grew ragged, and I gasped, the pressure almost too much to bear.

Vincenzo fucked me, his cock filling me, his hips slapping against my ass, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room.

And then, it was too much.

I shattered before I could even think to stop it. The pleasure was indescribable, the sensations unlike anything I had ever felt before. My entire body tingled, the waves of bliss washing over me, and I screamed so loud that it hurt my ears.

White-hot bliss burned through my veins. Every nerve in my body ignited at the exact same moment, surging with sensations more intense than I had ever known.

Pain followed the intense rush of pleasure. My asshole clenched tight around his cock and a deep ache billowed through me as my core squeezed tighter and tighter.

Vincenzo groaned, his hips rocking, the friction driving me wild. My breathing hitched, and I could feel the pleasure beginning to build again.

I didn't want to come.

But I knew that there was no way to stop it.

"Once more, bad girl. Come with my cock buried in this tight hole. Come hard for me. I want to hear you scream," he commanded and despite everything I did to try to fight it, my body obeyed.

I exploded, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave, sweeping away everything in its path. I moaned, the pleasure coursing through me, and I cried out, the ecstasy so intense it was deeply painful. One wave after another poured over me, pulling me out with the tide and then back in again. I screamed, my core detonating with pleasure and pain and everything in between.

His cock swelled inside of me, and he thrust several times harder than all the rest and then he was filling me with his cum.

The heat, the pressure, the pain, the pleasure, my never-ending orgasm, it was all too much.

My breath hitched in the back of my throat.

"I'm sorry," I managed, before a sob broke free. The tears began to fall, my body trembling, the shame washing over me. I couldn't stop it, couldn't hold back any longer, the floodgates opening and releasing a torrent of tears.

My orgasm still continued on as my body milked him of every drop of his cum.

Vincenzo leaned forward, pressing his body to mine. His hand stroked my hair, his lips pressed a kiss to my temple, and I wept.

"I forgave you before you even walked in my front door, baby girl," he whispered, and I cried even harder as the last dregs of my release pounded through me. His hips pumped back and forth, extending my orgasm even further before it began to quell.

When it was finally over, I was left shaking and sated and more punished than I had ever felt in my life.

Gently, he released the cuffs holding my wrists and gathered me in his arms.

I sobbed against his chest.

Vincenzo was quiet, holding me tightly, his strong arms wrapped around me. His fingertips traced up and down my spine, soothing me, comforting me and slowly, my cries quieted until the only thing left was the gentle sounds of our breathing mingling together.

In the silence, his hands caressed me, stroking and teasing, his lips placing tender kisses across my forehead and my cheeks. I felt cherished, loved, and that feeling was like a balm on my well-punished soul.

Then I realized something.

I felt so free.

Like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders that I hadn't realized was even there in the first place.

He hadn't said a word since he'd told me that he had already forgiven me and yet, he didn't need to.

The punishment was over, and we both knew it.

"There's my good girl, my very good girl," he whispered, and my heart swelled.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed, just as his arms tightened around my waist.

"I need to tell you something, baby girl," he began, and I pulled back a little to stare into his soulful green eyes. They glittered with feeling, and I swallowed hard.

"I can't fathom anything ever happening to you. I love you, baby girl."

My heart split into a thousand pieces and then came back together again.

"I love you too, Vincenzo," I admitted, staring into his eyes and meaning every word.

With a gentle kiss, our lips met. It was tender and sweet, and filled with so much emotion that it hurt in a way. When we parted, the world spun around us, and the room fell away.

"You're mine, Jenna. Not just for a day or a week or even a month. You're mine, forever."