Page 58 of Vicious
“Beautiful,” Chase murmurs. “You’re so fucking hot like this, and you don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”
“I—” I try to tell him that I’m not doing anything, but I can’t get the words out. I sob instead, even though the pain isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I thought… I thought it would be so much worse, but there’s this odd sensation inside of me that I’ve only felt a few times before.
And only with Chase.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Chase whispers. “Spread your legs a little, Ah-May.”
It takes the words a moment to register in my brain, and I let out a confused little sound, something between a whimper and a moan and something I don’t understand. “N-no,” I try to say, but I arch my back up slightly anyway. The plug is still in my ass, after all, and…
I don’t know. My thoughts aren’t making any sense.
I hear his belt and zipper, and then I feel his erection against my ass cheek. It’s somehow even hotter than the rest of my body, and I don’t know how that could be possible.
Chase grabs the tail part of the plug and lifts it up. That makes the plug jostle, and I moan, shifting my ass higher.
His fingers seek out my cunt, pushing the panties and straps aside, and this time I hear myself moaning, the sound echoing into the room. All this, just from his fingers against my folds.
“Ah-May…” Chase groans and presses his cock against my hole.
I don’t have time to brace myself before he pushes inside, but I don’t know that I could have done anything anyway. I don’t feel like I have conscious control of my body anymore. All of my extremities are tingling, floating, one mass of pain and this strange fuzzy pleasure.
My breath draws in in a rush, and I let out a wail in a voice that’s been roughened by so much screaming. It’s a wonder no one has called the police, I dimly think, but I don’t even care.
I can’t move even as he bottoms out inside of me, but the dual feeling of his cock in my cunt and the plug in my ass is so much—and the blood trickling down my back? It somehow doesn’t even take away from the pleasure, and I don’t know how that’s possible.
Chase’s hands roam over my body as he fucks me, each movement jostling my wounds and the plug and overwhelming me with sensations. I’m so full, my mind is overflowing, and I start sobbing.
The tears stream down my face, unbidden, as pleasure sings through me.
How can this feel so good?
But I can’t do anything to tamp it down. I can’t hold it off. My cunt clenches tight, and I scream through my tears as my orgasm crashes into me with the force of a wave crashing to shore.
I hear his answering grunt, and he starts to fuck me harder, faster, and all I can do is hang on tight as his cum fills me.
“Ah-May, Ah-May,” he whispers, then he starts saying things in Chinese, too fast and low for me to catch. I don’t even know if I’d be able to parse what he was saying in English, let alone in Chinese.
Until he says, “Wo ai ni.”
I love you.
It breaks into the haze in my mind, but his hands are still on me, and his cock still inside me. My throat is so dry that I can’t say anything.
I open my eyes and stare at the wall in front of me, breathing heavily. I’ve known from the start that he’s obsessed with me, but in love? That, I hadn’t been expecting at all, and now I don’t know what to make of that admission.
Chase pulls out of me slowly, and I feel his cum trickle down my thighs.
He chuckles. “You’re a mess, Ah-May. Grab onto the railing while I cut you free.”
Still barely cognizant of what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling, I do as he says, and he finds a pair of scissors from somewhere to cut the rope. If I hadn’t been grabbing the railing, I might have slid down further.
Chase covers my hands with his own and says, “You can let go now. I’ve got you.”
I’ve got you.
He’s the one who did this to me, I try to remind myself.
But all I can do is weep quietly as he picks me up and carries me downstairs.