My skin is buzzing, and every inch of me is lit up and alive. I feel so fucking good, euphoric, like being pushed past my limits broke some of the seemingly-permanent pain that lingered around my heart. My clit is pulsing between my legs, and my opening is stretched, swollen, and used. I am debased, and for some reason, the thought only makes me ready for him to do it again.
I’m not a virgin. I mean, I’m really not a virgin. I’ve read so many fumbling first-time stories, and I believed that would be the case for me. I thought it would be full of love but lacking in pleasure and finesse. What I experienced was nothing like I expected.
I’ve just finished dry heaving, and I’m staring at my reflection. My lips are red and puffy, and so are my eyes. The tears have dried on my cheeks, and I can see the salty lines. Shane watches me in the mirror. He’s standing behind me, fully dressed, looking at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Like I’ve thrilled him.
I want to be the cause of that look. I want to be elated. Fuck! I am elated for half a second before the reality of what I’ve done sinks in. I cheated on Tim, and I lost my virginity to someone other than my husband. I am a cheater and a whore. It doesn’t matter that Tim cheated first, that he choked me, or anything else because I hate myself, and none of his transgressions will undo what I did.
“What the fuck was that?” I’m swearing again. I vaguely remember doing that while he was making me orgasm harder than I imagined possible, but it sounds wrong coming from my lips. I’ve never been the type to curse. Even Tim told me it didn’t work for me, and he regularly cursed after we left home. I wish I could pretend moaning Shane’s name felt wrong too, but nothing has ever felt more right.
“That was me taking your virginity and making you come on my cock.”
He’s so blunt, and even after everything we did, I blush.
“Not that part!” I sound embarrassed, and the wolfish smile he gives me makes my skin prickle with fear and arousal.
“It takes training to deepthroat, Seraphina. You must have noticed I’m not particularly patient. I’m going to slide my cock so far down that throat of yours, your pretty chin is going to sit on my balls, and I need you ready when it happens.”
“You want to…”
“Fuck your throat and watch you swallow my cum.”
I’m red, blushing like never before. I can’t believe what we just did or Shane’s words. What bothers me the most is how much I loved it, how much it turned me on. Fuck, I am sick. What if Tim comes home and sees what we have done? Did Tim actually tell him he was leaving me? My mind is racing. I’m turning over how fucked I am in the head versus how fucked I am in life when something I have no control over slides down my legs: his cum.
“Oh my God. You didn’t wear a condom.” My voice is whisper quiet, but I want to scream.
“I’m clean.”
My brain fizzles out, my mouth drops open, my jaw aches from how Shane stretched it, and my throat burns. I say a quick prayer asking for Tim not to come home.
“As comforting as that is, Shane, I’m not on birth control. You could have gotten me pregnant!”
He smiles, and the expression steals my breath. He is so fucking handsome when he’s happy.
“That’s the plan.”
He is the picture of serenity, and suddenly I realize I’m not the crazy one. Shane is.
“The plan? What fucking plan?”
I’m standing stock-still, my pink silk robe is open, and my breasts are exposed, but I don’t have the room to care after what we’ve done. Shane’s gaze focuses on my nipples, and his tongue flicks over his lower lip.
“The one where I make you my wife, and you have my babies. Though, it doesn’t have to be in that order, Seraphina.”
“I am married. This should have never happened! You certainly can’t get me pregnant. Are you crazy?” I’m verging on hysterics, so close to hyperventilating.
His voice is soft and placating. “He’s leaving you, Seraphina. He told me so himself. He doesn’t want you.”
I wrap my arms around my naked self and manage to close the robe.
“Shane, I need to talk to him. Our relationship isn’t about you. This is about my husband and me. Whatever this was, this should have never happened.” I point to his cock covered in my blood and sob, “That wasn’t meant for you!”
He steps into me, gripping me by my chin and forcing my eyes to his. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Seraphina. That was one hundred percent mine, and I have no regrets about claiming you or your cunt.”
“I’m married!” I scream at the top of my lungs, shattering the previous quiet and making us both jump.
“Not anymore, you’re not.” He seethes as he shoves his cock back into his pants.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that you’re not married in any way that matters, and I’m not going to let you do whatever you think you’re doing right now.”
I’m disgusted. The thrill from Shane ravaging my cunt and throat still tingles through me. Physically, I’m more satisfied than I imagined possible, but mentally, I want to die.
“Get the fuck out of my house, Shane. Get the fuck out of my house before I call the police.”
“I’m sorry, Seraphina.”
For a moment, I think he’s apologizing for what he did, for fucking me even though I’m married. But he’s not, and I realize that when he stalks toward me.
“What are you doing?”
He grabs my wrist and yanks me against his body. I fight as hard as possible, not because I don’t want him but because I really think he’s crazy. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been, and I want him so bad I ache. But what is he planning on doing?
I know I can’t afford to find out, no matter how interested I am, so I kick and claw as Shane wrestles me through the door and down onto the bed. While I’m busy being ashamed by how fast my strength fails to his, he binds me in ropes I didn’t know he had waiting. My screaming and fighting are to no avail.
“I thought you might be difficult, Angel.”
He yanks something from his pocket, and I slam my mouth closed as I see his trajectory. He pries my mouth open and stuffs it with my panties before taping it off.
“I really am sorry about this.”
It’s hard to believe him with his rock-hard cock jabbing into my side. Otherwise preoccupied and still fighting as hard as possible, I am aware of his hands running all over me. I’m positively mortified when he slips his fingers between the robe and my labia.
He pushes his fingers inside me as he comments, “Your cum and mine feel different, Angel. There’s almost none of mine left inside you, but you’re so fucking wet still.”
His thick and long fingers continue to caress me until I’m moaning for him.
“It’s okay to want me as much as I want you. You’re going to see that soon.”
He pumps his fingers in and out of me until I orgasm around them. My nipples scrape against the silk as he thrusts, and the tingling careens me into a harder release. He’s watching me with a look of pure lust.
“You know what? Fuck it! I need you too badly to wait. I’m giving you another load.”
His hand collides with my ass cheek, and I yelp. It’s nowhere near as hard as others have hit me, and the pain doesn’t phase me. What shocks me into silence and submission is the heat and increased wetness. He takes the opportunity to line himself up with my entrance.
“If you don’t want this, scream as loud as you can, and I promise I won’t fuck you right now.”
And because I’m a whore, just as Tim accused, I don’t make a sound until his oversized cock is back inside my battered cunt.
“You’re so good for me, Angel, even when you misbehave. You didn’t want me to tie you up and take you away. You fought so hard you drew blood, but your little cunt already knows who you belong to.”
I moan into my panties. Shane’s so big inside me it hurts. I’m sore all over, but fuck if I’m not also experiencing more pleasure than I thought possible. Too much. Too big. Too fast. Everything about him pushes my boundaries. Even the unforgivable shame adds a twist of pain to the experience, and I spark like a live wire as I come around him again.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re stunning. That’s right, Angel. Give it up. Let me feel you come.” I let go of everything I am as I scream and coat his dick for the second time. Once I return to earth, I register how weak my body is.
Part of me hopes this was just a sex game and he’s done. He’s going to untie me and let me go to bed. The shame will likely kill me if he does, but I have to face the consequences of my actions.
An emotional release washes over me, removing every bit of remorse when my dark knight throws me over his shoulder and carries me away.
