Filthy Secret

VIGIL held for missing bride as day 2 ends with no clues in her disappearance.

LYRA

My breath catches in my throat when Cade thrusts inside me, his lips still wrapped around my nipple, tongue swirling. He kneads my other breast with firm fingers, his other hand on my hip, pinning me to the mattress as he pumps his hips forward and back. Everyone said it might sting when I lost my virginity. It might pinch, I might bleed. I might not feel anything at all. That was a possibility, too.

I’d always wished for that last one, and maybe with Blaine I would have. I’d seen him a few times and he was average, which would have been fine. Absolutely fine.

Cade is the complete opposite. Just like the rest of his body, his cock is large. So large that for the first two or three pumps I wondered if he would even fit. Thank God I was slippery from the lube and the orgasms he forced out of me. Otherwise, I might have torn. I still might have considering how thick he is. It’s like a club inside me. Long. And Hot. And Christ help me, he’s thrusting so fucking hard.

“Shit, Lyra,” he pants against my breasts, moving up to press his mouth to my neck. “I knew you’d be tight, sweetheart, but fuck…”

He buries his head in my neck, cupping my ass in both hands as he drives his hips forward and back, sawing his cock in and out at a brutal, steady pace. I’m almost glad for the tape. It muffles the sounds I’m making. The whimpers, the soft gasps, the quiet moans I can’t hold back. It’s not like my begging or insults were going to stop him. Same with the binds. I couldn’t have fought him off even if I’d been free. It’s better this way. When I escape, I can tell everyone I wanted to try and stop him. I was bound and gagged, but I wanted to try.

His mouth is hot on my neck, kissing and licking, biting softly and making me shiver. Little grunts and heady groans slip out as he fucks me. Obscene sounds to let me know how much he’s enjoying himself. He steadies himself by spreading his thighs under mine, setting his hands under my breasts to cup them and hold my ribs so he can pull me into his thrusts. I can see his face in this position, parted lips, closed eyes, skin coated with a light sheen of sweat. His expression is ecstatic, filled with so much pleasure it makes me involuntarily clench around him. That only encourages him, makes him pump harder, makes him think I want this.

I wish he was disgusting to look at. Soft and bloated instead of hard and lean. His arms are ribbed with muscle, shoulders and chest broad and strong, and his toned abs flex as he pounds into me. My eyes drift down to where his body meets mine, where I see glimpses of his glistening cock appearing then disappearing again as he shoves it inside me. It’s so filthy and fascinating.

I have to focus on this. The mechanics of it. His cock, my cunt, pushed together. The way my breasts bounce with the movement, the feeling of the sheets against my back, the stockings rubbing my thighs. I can’t think about the tension in my belly, the way his hips rub my clit, or the twinging sensation of my pussy squeezing around his cock. I’m barely breathing, because I know if I do, I’ll clench. My body will respond even if my brain refuses to admit this is…

It’s rough. Violent. Bad. Not good. Never good. It’s wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Cade lets out a growl and he reaches down to press my hips into the mattress, digging his knees into the bed so he can pound into me. “That’s it, baby.” Our skin slaps together, making a wet sound in the absence of his words. “You’re so wet for me, so fucking tight. Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I shake my head, but this only stirs him on. He reaches between us to rub my clit while I yank on the cuffs, arching my back. The pressure builds and I start to whimper, tears sliding onto my cheeks. Instead of bucking to get away, my hips move with him, matching the pace of his thrusts.

“Atta girl, Lyra. Fuck me back. Feels so good, doesn’t it.” He rubs harder, bracing over me and leaning down to kiss one of my breasts. “It’s all yours, sweetheart. You can come on my cock whenever you want. It’s yours, all fucking yours.”

He rubs faster, and there’s no use in fighting it. I weep openly as my body starts to shake, the pressure between my hips bursting open and sending tendrils of warmth down my thighs and up my spine. I clench so hard it aches as his cock slides in and out. Cade never stops pumping, leaning down to kiss my nipples then my chin when I tip my lips away. “Good girl,” he says, smiling down at me as I pant through the sensation, whimpering behind the tape while he keeps pumping into me. “You feel so good around me. You’re so fucking perfect.”

His head bows again, and he somehow manages to thrust harder, the pace increasing until I’m shaking on the bed from the force of his hips against mine. He’s breathing hard, focused, and as my haze of forced pleasure clears, I start to struggle again. I know what happens next. I came around him, and now it’s his turn.

He groans and sinks deep, grinding into me. Please, don’t. I shake my head in protest when he looks up at me, but he only smiles, cupping my face and kissing me over the tape as he thrusts steady and rough into me.

“No, baby. You’re gonna get it all. Every last drop of my cum, right where it belongs.” His breathing shakes, and his hips stutter, face shifting and body tensing. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Lyra, taking my cock so sweet.”

His hipbones dig into my thighs, and I clench in a last-minute attempt to dislodge him, but all it does is make him groan. His cock swells, thickening, then there’s a burst of wet warmth and he lets out a near feral sound of pleasure. He braces on my hips to push his pelvis flush against mine, so deep I can feel his cock twitching, his balls as they pulse and empty inside me.

A series of terrifying images flash in my head. Me tied to this bed, my belly swollen, Cade pushing his cock into me roughly just like he is now. It makes me shiver to think this is what he wants. That this is part of his plan. This place is tiny. Where would a child even sleep? I can’t have his baby here. I can’t have his baby at all.

His hips have stilled, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he rocks into me, sliding out to shove roughly back in even though his cock is softening. Each pump is accompanied by an obscenely wet sound as he fucks his cum deeper.

“Goddamn,” he groans after one final pump, his body sagging into mine. “Give me a few minutes, baby. I’ll be ready to go again.” Again?

My eyes are wide, and he laughs softly as he reaches up and grips the tape, then rips all three strips off my mouth. “Ow, fuck!” I hiss, wincing when he presses soft kisses around my lips. He lifts his eyes to mine, thumbs smoothing over my cheeks.

“You ready to stop lying?”

The tone of his voice has cooled from how warm it was only moments ago. I glare, but he shakes his head. “Don’t look at me like that, Lyra. You know it’s true. You never loved that prick.”

“I. Did.” The words come fast, an automatic reply without thought or intent. Cade frowns, lifting his weight off me to kneel between my legs. His palms smooth up and down my thighs and he sighs heavily.

“No, you didn’t. Maybe you should have, but you didn’t. He was smarmy and charming and rich, so of course you should love him. He should have made you feel safe and loved and welcomed, but he never did.

You should have loved everything about that life, but you didn’t.” Silence hangs between us at his words.