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How did my life so drastically change in the past few weeks? Well, it drastically changed earlier this year and now again. And I’ve been powerless over all of it. I want some power back.
I whimper out some frustration and try to fight him off as he kisses me, slapping his face, but he pins my wrists and his eyes prod deep into my soul as he shakes his head, his cheek pink from my slap.
“Please, Chloe, don’t make our first time as husband and wife be me forcing you.”
Incensed, I snarl, “No! No, you don’t get this.” I shake my head with disgust, “You do not get my submission right now, Derek. No! Not after what you’ve done today. If you’re determined to have me right now, it’s only gonna be with a fight.”
He shrugs. “If you say so.” His eyes light up with something wild before he grabs the bodice of the beautiful, expensive lace nightgown that I know from the tag came from France and cost over two grand, and he rips it down, breaking a strap and exposing one of my breasts.
I shouldn’t have expected any less, but somehow I did.
I gasp, but that’s all I get out as his tongue is suddenly in my mouth. He fiddles with his tux pants and then he’s breaching me between the legs, ramming in hard.
I yelp in pain and try to fight, try to struggle, but his weight is pressing me to the bed and there’s no escape.
“Shh,” he whispers, palm covering my mouth. “Shh.” He pulls out and thrusts back in slowly, fingers from his free hand sliding between us and pressing against my clit as I shove him, clawing at his shoulders, trying to push him off.
I’ve drawn blood with a scratch on his arm, which makes me stop. He doesn’t stop though. He rubs little circles between my legs while I’m still full of him, while he continues to flex his hips, adding a rotation motion and increasing pace on both his finger circles and with his hips. His eyes bore into mine while his hand continues to cover my mouth.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight in order to hide from his penetrating gaze, but I can’t hide from sensation because in addition to the penetration and the clit stimulation, his mouth closes around my exposed nipple and he pulls, making my body react against my will.
At my reaction, Derek moves his hand away from my mouth and he licks a path up to my lips before his lips tenderly touch mine as his hand takes over on my breast.
“Baby,” he whispers sweetly before he pulls out of me, then tenderly strokes my cheek, wiping away the tears I didn’t even realize had fallen. “Shh, don’t cry, Chloe. It’s okay. I’m gonna make you so, so happy. Give me a chance.”
I want to scream that why should I give him a chance when he hasn’t given me a choice. But there’s no point.
He turns me over to my stomach and then he’s back inside again, getting in without resistance with the now-present lubrication, which I can’t fathom, but there is, so it’s not hurting anymore. Now it’s feeling good. And that’s confusing to me as I bite the pillow, fist the sheets, and let the wave of sensation take me away. He’s now holding both hips as he repeatedly, slowly strokes the inside of me over and over.
His mouth touches my ear. “I’m gonna make you so happy. I know you’re upset right now, Chloe, but the ends are going to justify the means. You’re mine. You’re mine and you’re safe, and you matter to me. I see you.”
I’m turned to my back again. I stare to the side, not wanting to give him any more eye contact, but he tilts my chin so that our eyes are locked, then lets go of my face and puts his fingers between us again, stroking me down there.
“Guess what?” he whispers.
“I refuse to play a guessing game with you.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you. I love you,” he says, pulling three quarters of the way out before driving back in to the root. “Ah! That’s good. You feel so goddamn good.”
“You don’t love me,” I whisper. “You have no idea what love is.”
“I didn’t. But now I do. Please don’t be afraid to love me back. I can’t wait for you to love me back. I know it’ll happen and I’m sure you’re going to try to stop yourself when you start falling, but fall, Chloe. Fall into love with me. Don’t be afraid. It’ll be so worth it. I promise.”
As he’s spoken, he’s increased the friction on my clit and his words have thrown me off so much that I’ve forgotten to guard myself and I spontaneously come. I come hard, sensation rocketing through me. He comes with me, burying his face in my hair, groaning into my neck.
This is it. I’m married. To a man who swears we’ll never divorce. I burst into sobs. My entire body is wracked with it.
He kisses my neck over and over, playing with my hair, trying to soothe me.
How can he think this is love?
No longer filled with him, I’m still full, but filled with hopelessness as he collapses beside me, kissing my shoulder while I lie here with his wedding rings on my finger, his cum inside me, in the honeymoon suite of a nice hotel wearing expensive, ripped French lace.
He’s been holding me for half an hour, my cheek is on his bare chest, my body draped over his with my naked legs tangled up with this tuxedo pant-clad ones as he traces the straps of my nightie with his fingertip, seeming deep in thought as I stare up at his face.
“What ‘cha thinkin’ about?” he asks, eyes meeting mine.
I say nothing.
