Taken as His Wife Page 6

  His hand rubbed over my behind, and I flushed. He could see all of me. Every last bit of my body, pussy, and behind. His thumb rubbed over my slit. Wet. So, so wet. And I still moaned as he touched my sensitive clit. I regretted it immediately. My sound encouraged him, and he edged closer to my body.

  He wanted to fuck me. I shifted, tensed, and braced for the fallout.

  “Adam, I’m too sore,” I whispered. “I can’t do this.”

  One hand gripped my hip, the other pressed hard against my back. In one motion, he positioned me for him. My hips presented my slit to him, and my back arched to allow him the perfect access. I shifted, but he shifted, and a warning slap echoed across the room.

  He spanked me.

  The shock muted the pain. Adam’s voice hardened.

  “Stay still,” he said. “You’ll get used to it.”

  “But...” My fingers gripped the comforter, the only way I could keep from shaking. “But I’m sore.”

  “What about how you acted on the beach?” Adam moved in close behind me, his hips against my behind. “All the kissing and groaning?”

  “I...”

  “You can’t expect to throw yourself at me and then change your mind.”

  “But—”

  “Do you feel this?” His cock pushed at my slit. I jumped forward, but he held me tight. “Do you feel what you do to me? You want this. How else do you explain how fucking wet you are?”

  Oh god, he was right. I couldn’t explain it. I did want him, but I just couldn’t take him now. My breathing hitched, and I tried to move away. He didn’t let me go.

  “Please, I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll...I’ll make it up to you. I’ll suck on you again. I promise.”

  Adam pushed against me. I tensed, but nothing I did could prevent the thick head of his cock from finding a sheath inside me.

  “I want your pussy.” Adam’s voice was hard. “Not your mouth. Just like you promised.”

  “P-please, wait!”

  His cock stuck at my entrance. I spread for him, but it felt more like splitting from the inside out. My groan turned to frantic yelp, and I clawed at the comforter to get away. Adam ignored me. He held his cock steady, and, with a single, forceful, callous thrust, he pierced inside.

  I shrieked and collapsed onto the bed. Adam fell with me, pinning me between his body and the blankets. My breath pushed from my lungs, and I didn’t have enough air to even whimper. His cock cut though me, forced past the ache and the swelling and imbedded me to my core. Every last inch of him pulsed inside me. I stretched over him, but my body panicked. The intrusion overwhelmed me. I lay still, paralyzed under his strength and skewered on his cock.

  Adam didn’t move. He groaned, his shaft twitching against my tightness. He fit over my back, lowering his body to completely cover mine. The shock prevented me from moving, but, even if I could, I’d never get away from my husband. He was too strong. Too big. And he didn’t want me to escape. Every quivering breath or tensed muscle alerted him to my distress.

  He hardened inside me.

  Groaned.

  He liked that he terrified me.

  That only scared me more.

  “Don’t fight me.” He whispered in my ear, his voice a graveled warning. “You teased me. You kissed me and held onto me and told me you wanted me. What is a man to do, Charlotte? How am I supposed to resist a beautiful woman like you when you fuck with my head?”

  “I didn’t mean to.”

  “Yes, you did.”

  Adam shifted, pulling out only far enough to slam back inside me. I tensed. He treated sex like a punishment. And maybe it was. I had a lot to drink with dinner, guzzling champagne. I taunted him to throw me in the water, and then I fell against his chest as he kissed me. I told him I wanted him. I practically asked him to kiss between my legs. My face burned, and I clutched the comforter as his cock moved again. My body protested, but Adam hissed a satisfied sigh.

  “I never thought my sweet Charlotte would be such a little tease.” Adam’s arms tensed around me. I sunk into the bed, and he rose up into a pushup position. I shut my eyes tight as his cock sliced back inside me. “I’m your husband. You can’t offer your body and then take it away. We don’t play power games. Not in this marriage.”

  “I’m—I didn’t!”

  I couldn’t get away from his cock. My pussy accepted him, wet and willing, but it was too soon after losing my virginity. I ached and pinched and tensed over his shaft. He didn’t care. He reached back, and I gasped as he slapped against my ass once more. I felt the welt raise, but I couldn’t speak. I had never been spanked before, not even by my parents. Adam spanked me. Hit me. But it was a spank. A punishment fit for a child. My face flushed hot. I should have been enraged. Or terrified.

  Instead I felt...humiliated?

  Adam needed to punish me for tempting him. Like a common, slutty girl who shook her ass and taunted the men who couldn’t touch her. He groaned as he thrust inside me again, his movements now meant for his pleasure instead of the sinking fullness to prove his possession of me. The shame blanketed me, and I hid my face from him. What a terrible wife I was proving to be. I couldn’t even give my husband the pleasure he deserved without causing a scene.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

  Adam slowed, his cock teasing just the tender entrance of my body. The thick head swelled against me, and each movement stretched my insides wide. I grimaced, but I said nothing.

  “I know you are.” He nuzzled the back of my head. “You’re still learning, trying to find your place in the marriage.” He gave me three slow thrusts and groaned a profanity. “So listen to me, Charlotte. This is your place. Right here. Giving your body to me. Do you understand? This is what a husband does to a wife. And teasing him only makes him angry. You don’t want an angry husband fucking you, do you?”

  “No.”

  “No.” Adam pulled me back to my hands and knees, angling my body so his cock could reach even deeper inside me. I whimpered, but I didn’t fight his hands on my hips. “If I fuck you angry, then you’ll really be sore. I’m much stronger than you, Charlotte. I’ll get what I want.”

  I stiffened, but his movements began again. Gentle. Slow.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Don’t fight me, and I won’t hurt you.”

  I held my breath. My fists pulled at the comforter as his slow strides claimed every inch of my pussy for him. My slit wetted still, but every push felt conquered, not given. Even if I kicked and fought and tried to get away, I knew that cock would stay firmly imbedded inside me. There was no escaping Adam. Not when I teased him, and not when he took what was his.

  I kept my eyes shut, but I couldn’t ignore the invasion. His cock thrust again and again, forcing its own path through my softness. Taking me. Violating me. My breathing became ragged shudders, and Adam’s grip tightened on my waist to keep me still. Every movement sunk him farther into me, and, within seconds, I gasped as his head bottomed out against the deepest part of me. He still had more to cram within me, but my body was too tiny. Too shallow. I couldn’t take it, and my cries shadowed his demands.

  “This is what happens when you tease,” Adam murmured. His stance widened, and he slammed me back against him as I yelped. “And this is what happens when I’ve had enough of your behavior.”

  Five, six, seven brutal thrusts. I screamed through all of them. Then a rest. His grip tightened. Another ten, eleven, twelve bursts, and my body coated in sweat. I wiggled and shimmed and tried to find any relief from his hard cock. Instead, I received a dozen more jackhammered thrusts, each designed to hit that shallow part of me and make me whine. Adam groaned with each motion. His grip became painful, and I arched if only to ease the hammering punishment within my slit.

  For as frightened as I was, for as hard as he fucked me and as uncompromising as his cock felt within my tightness, his shaft ground against a part of me I didn’t know existed. My body trembled everywhere, head to toe and back again. Each impaling slam against my body tricked that deep part. I shifted on my own, arching for him to rub that secret space inside me once more. His balls slapped against my body. Wet. Every crack of our skin met in the thick, messy wetness. I flushed, but my mind blanked. The sudden unmatched pleasure bound within my belly.

  I cried for Adam, shouted in confusion and fear and lust. And now, pleasure. He knew just where to hit, but he didn’t know how to rub it. Instead of the delicate, soft motions my body craved, he crashed against me. Wild and feral and still punishing me for my earlier misbehavior. Overwhelmed and overpowered, I could only beg for him to grant me mercy, to go easy on my tender pussy as I struggled to understand just what force possessed my body. My muscles tensed and convulsed, and Adam held me upright. My pussy protested the rough movements, but Adam didn’t stop. He fucked and mounted me like an animal, demanding that I submit to his dominance and allow him to abuse me as he willed.

  My orgasm surprised me. The pleasure stole my breath, and, within moments, my vision haloed with darkness. I must have fallen onto the bed, but Adam didn’t let me go. He dove deeper inside me, shifted and thrusted and forced his cock balls-deep into my wetness. I collapsed into shuddering cries and shivers. Nothing had ever rocked my body with such intense sensations, and, though my pussy shuddered and wetted, I wasn’t sure I liked what happened.

  I didn’t want the orgasm. I wanted to get away. To stop the fucking. I wanted to break apart from Adam and stop and let my sore insides have the proper rest before giving into my husband once more.

  Giving it. That’s what it was. A total and complete surrender. It was the second time my body reacted the way it did. I submitted to my husband’s fucking, and my body rewarded me with an orgasm so confusing and terrible I didn’t know whether to savor it or block it from my memory. My cheeks burned quick, and the pinkness spread up to my ears and down to my chest. I came from something I shouldn’t have liked. An insensitivity no woman wanted to experience.

  The shame choked me.

  “Where are you going?” Adam demanded.

  He shifted my back to my knees, but I couldn’t support myself. I fell to the bed, trying to pull away from him. He didn’t let me go. I didn’t think he’d ever let me go.

  “Please,” I said. “I want to stop.”

  I felt him tense. Angry. Adam huffed a single breath, forcing me more onto my stomach. He positioned his legs on either side of me and continued fucking. His cock battered my insides. I didn’t know if it was the soreness or my orgasm that thickened my channel.

  “So selfish,” he said. “I’m disappointed in you, Charlotte. First you tease, and then, once you have your pleasure, you want to stop.”

  “I just need a break,” I pleaded. “Please. Just for a minute.”

  “You’re still fighting me.” Adam’s hand connected with my ass. Twice. Three times. I yelped with each strike, though the shock of his spank was more powerful than the blow itself. “Charlotte, I’m only a man. I can’t help myself. You teased me, you came on my cock, what do you want from me?”

  “To stop.”

  He fell over me, grinding hard against my ass. “Why?”

  “Because it’s too much.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I don’t want it!” My voice squealed. “You’re...you’re forcing me!”

  We both tensed. I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to admit it. A tear rolled over my cheek, and Adam sucked in a breath.

  “Don’t you understand, Charlotte?” His voice hardened. “This is your fault.”

  I gasped. He started fucking me again. Long, punishing strokes that pushed against my belly from the inside. The movements wound me again, heating me from the inside out. This wasn’t fair. I didn’t want the pleasure. I didn’t want to fuck. But Adam leaned over me, rasping into my ear as he masturbated himself with my pussy.

  “This is what happens to little girls who tease their husbands.” Adam’s thrusts turned frantic. He was close to his own orgasm, and so I clung to the blanket. “You brought this on yourself. You turned me on so much I can’t think. I can’t control myself.”

  “I’m sorry!”

  “You should be. It’s your fault I’m so rough. It’s your fault I can’t stop fucking you. It’s your fault you came on my cock so hard the bed is soaked from your juices.”

  I turned my head so he couldn’t see me. Adam didn’t like that. He wound an arm under my neck and held me close to his body as his balls slapped against my behind.

  “You will never refuse me,” he warned. “You are my wife. I will fuck you when I want to fuck you, do you understand?”

  “Y—yes.”

  “You belong to me now. Every inch of you.” His cock slammed against me, and I groaned. His grip tightened around my neck. I froze, but his fucking never ceased. The heat traveled up my spine, and I whimpered as another orgasm shamed my movements. “If you just submitted like a good wife, this wouldn’t have happened. But this is your fault. Say it. Say it’s your fault I had to force you to take my cock.”

  I didn’t trust his arm so close to my neck. Shamed, violated, and fucked until my legs coated in my own wetness, I didn’t even try to wipe away my tears.

  “It’s my fault,” I said.

  “Why?”

  “Because I teased you.”

  “That’s right.” Adam shushed my whimpering with a few soft sounds. “But I forgive you, princess. I know you only want to make me happy, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re making me very happy now.” His movements turned short and staccato. “I’m going to cum inside you, Charlotte. Would that make you happy too?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  My voice stuttered as Adam gripped me tight and forced his cock as deep inside me as he could get it. I grunted, but the thrusts shattered me. His cock grew in my pussy, and the first jet of cum coated me like molten lava.

  “I want you to cum inside me!”

  Adam turned rabid. His movements jerked and punished and forced as much cum from his balls as my body could handle. At some point, I came again, but he didn’t care. His focus was on his orgasm. On ripping as much pleasure from my tightness as he could possibly handle before pushing me against the bed, slapping my behind, and pulling out so quickly most of his cum followed and leaked from my instantly swelled pussy. The heat scalded me, and I groaned, shivering, twitching, and clenching from my terrible orgasms.

  Adam sat up, looming over me. His hand pumped the last droplets of cum from his cock onto my legs. He watched as I trembled under him, but, with a gentle smile, he laid at my side and pulled me towards him. I stiffly rested upon his chest. The orgasm hadn’t faded yet, and Adam laughed as his soft fingers traced the goose bumps against my spine.

  “It’s okay,” he whispered. His thumb brushed away a tear. “Everything’s okay. You’re still learning. I expected to teach you how to behave.”

  I sniffled. “You did?”

  “Of course. You’re so inexperienced. You don’t know what a man wants or when he can’t control himself.”

  His touch eased the tension away. So tender and loving. The hardened, punishing Adam faded back into memory, banished by the orgasm he needed so badly. The orgasm he needed because of me.

  “You’re an innocent girl,” he said. “There will be times when I will just need to have you. That’s part of being a man and having such a beautiful, perfect wife. I won’t be able to control my urges, and I will fuck you just as hard and fast as I did then. Do you know what I’ll need you to do?”

  I shook my head.

  “I’ll need you to surrender to me. Just submit to me as your husband and let me taste that your precious little pussy. That’s what a good wife does. It won’t be scary once you submit. You’ll like it too. I’ll always make sure you like it.”

  I didn’t know if I believed that. Adam reached down, aiming for my pussy. I nearly blocked his touch, but his eyes narrowed.

  Surrender.

  Submit.

  His fingers found the thick cream within my slit. He rubbed, mixing our juices and coating my entire pussy in the mess. He liked that. Somehow, I did too. He knew exactly where to touch. How hard. How to coat my clit with his cum and make me buck my hips for him.

  I whimpered, hiding my face as a smaller orgasm rolled over me in tense shivers. I whispered his name. He liked that. Adam brought his finger up to my lips to taste.

  “See?” He said. “I know what’s best for you, princess. Nothing to fear. You belong to me now, and I’ll make sure you understand just what that means.”

  He kissed me, nibbling against my bottom lip. I didn’t know what to do, and so I took his advice again. I surrendered. I gave in to his touches and kisses and murmured declarations of love and lust. He acted so differently now. Relaxed. Tender. I flushed.

  It had been my fault. Twice now, I tempted Adam, and twice now I paid the price. How many more lessons would he need to teach me? I was married for less than forty-eight hours, and already I messed up more times than I could count.

  But Adam wasn’t mad. My dark eyed, dark tempted prince kissed me and praised me and loved me despite tempting his most terrible urges.

  He shifted over me, spreading my legs for his hardened cock once more. My pussy swelled tightly shut, but I said nothing as he sunk back inside my heat.

  He was my husband. I was his wife. This was our honeymoon.

  I would please him as best I could.

  I didn’t have any other choice.

  Taken At Home—Book #3

  I knew less about hosting a formal dinner party than I knew about being a wife.

  Fortunately, I had a trick for both tasks. Everything—from the fancy cocktail drinks before dinner to the expected wifely duties between the sheets—was improved with the addition of ice cubes.

  Two months wasn’t enough time to learn what I needed to foster a successful marriage, and it certainly didn’t prepare me to host a picturesque dinner party. Fortunately, my efforts satisfied Adam. He only asked that I tried my hardest to please him. He possessed high standards, but, ultimately, he was fair with his consequences. If nothing else, Adam’s lessons only needed to be taught once.