Virginity Sold Pt 4

[FurryFury]

“Then say what you want clearly.” He demanded. His voice was quiet but firm. His eyes were amused. I felt as if I would sink through the floor.

“Please take me.” I said. I came close, very close to the exact words he wanted. I watched him hoping it would be enough.

“Take you where or should I say how?” He asked pulling me up from the couch making me come by pulling at my hands. We headed over to the bed. He slowly undid each small pearl button. It took so long! I was tired of waiting. I was wild from need. I wanted him to have what I hoped would be the pleasure of taking my virginity at last!

I was so relieved that he seemed ready even though I hadn’t said the exact words he wanted me to. His hands roamed under my fine white wedding dress, skimming my skin. I loved that dress but in that moment I just wanted him to tear it off of me. I wanted him to bite me, to push me down, make me scream and come but he was doing none of that. He was being gentle. His right hand slid into the lacy cup of my bra and fingered my nipple until it was hard and erect.

“Say it.” He hissed when I moaned.

His hand played inside the other cup of my bra quickening my excitement until I couldn’t think, must less speak.

I felt both nipples tingle and ache. His hand slid down inside those perfectly innocent looking panties, onto my mound. I moved against his hand panting. I didn’t think about what I was doing. Anything I did it was by instinct only.

“Say it.” He demanded again.

I couldn’t say anything right then. He pulled his hand back up my body and out of my clothes. He stepped away from me. His lips looked tight. In his face was a mixture of disappointment and anger that broke my heart and made me feel like a complete failure.

I collapsed against the bed where he had left me. Tears formed then overflowed my eyes.

He walked around the large bed.

“Is this so hard?” He asked.

I shook my head negatively. How I wanted to do this for him. I had tried I really had.

“I’m done here tonight. You will say the words or nothing else will happen.” He told me.

“What? What exactly do you want me to say?” I croaked around a suddenly dry throat. Tears poured out of my eyes and made tracks on my face.

“Speak from your heart. Tell me what you want. Give yourself to me.” He said very slowly. His voice was quiet and very deliberate as if he were talking to an idiot.

I was numb. How could I be so horrible? I was ruining our wedding night because of words that wouldn’t come. After all this time, they still wouldn’t come to me. I wanted them to. I truly did but it was as if my mouth had gone dry and my tongue had seized up in my mouth.

He walked away from me then. He walked away and out of the bedroom. I was stunned. This couldn’t be happening. I loved him so much. I wanted to hurt myself right then. I felt a great need to because I had let him down.

I took off the dress. I went into the bathroom and washed my face. I fixed my hair. I drank water from the tap and tried to find a way to do what he wanted.

Wearing only my white bustier, stockings, panties and garter I went looking for him. I was feeling more resolute than before, I would what he wanted I had to. I found him sitting on the couch anger in every line of his body. It hurt me to see him this way. To know I had caused his anger was worse than a knife to my heart.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know why this is still hard for me. Please help me?” I said trying to look pretty and sexy. I was trying to salvage this disaster.

He took my hand again. He said nothing. His body was still stiff. His anger caressed me like a flame and in some strange way I even liked the thrill of fear I felt from it. I moved exactly as he indicated then. He slowly undressed me as we made our way back to the bedroom.

He shocked me by producing some silken ropes and tying me to the bed. He rubbed oils into my body everywhere, except that is, where I most wanted him to touch me. The cool liquid dripping down my bottom crack was initially a shock that felt wonderful.

His eyes were dark when he finally spoke.

“Tell me what is in your heart.”

“I love you. I want you. I need you. Please.” I was nearly out of my mind with the desire to please him.

“Too little too late.” He growled.

“What?” I was shocked by his anger. I was so sad that I’d caused his anger, but again the danger, it taunted me, and made me even hotter. I felt an anger rising in me as well. I was doing my best damn it! I was!

“You want to, Ian. I know you do.”

“No, you don’t know nearly as much as you think.” He said. Lifting me up, he turned me around. The silken ropes were attached to a pivoting connector on each end that I hadn’t noticed before. He made some sort of adjustments locking it, I guess. Because when I tried to twist back around to see what he was doing, I couldn’t see or move very far.

This bed had been outfitted all along for such things. My mind finally flashed that bulletin to me. It gave rise to more questions. Had he expected me to fail all along? Was he only playing at being mad? I was perplexed and upset. I heard more noises of metal and the sound of the silky ropes sliding against the wood of the bed. He was pulling my legs further apart.

“Ian please, just take, my virginity, tear it out of me. Isn’t that saying what you want? I truly do want you to. I meant my vows. I’m doing the best I can, please!” I pleaded.

“You don’t know me yet Francesca?” He said. He was playing with my ass now. It was something he’d been doing more and more of in the time we’d been together. His hand was touching me. He was massaging my cheeks then teasing around my smallest hole with one finger while I squirmed. My heart was racing. I didn’t understand what he was after though I guess it should have been obvious.

“Haven’t you learned that I mean what I say? Here, let’s try this, repeat after me, I want you to take my virginity.”

“I want you to take my virginity.” I said moaning as he slid a finger into my ass. I was shocked and jumped a little. It hurt at first but then it began to feel huge. It seemed huge! It seemed to totally fill me up so that I couldn’t think of anything else. I was squirming even more now but I couldn’t move much because of the ropes.

I have to admit as wrong as I thought it was at that time, I loved the way his finger felt inside me. It was like he set off explosions inside me, not an orgasm but little thrilling sensations that I loved and wanted more of. My thoughts were ill formed now. I wondered which finger it was that he was using. I wondered about a lot of things but I couldn’t seem to focus long enough to know much of anything but the skittering of my nerves firing all up and down my body. I couldn’t believe those feelings were being set off inside of me, by him and his finger.

“Now is that so fucking hard?” He said harshly. “Repeat after me, I give you my virginity of my own free will.”

“I give you my virginity of my own free will.” His finger was making larger and larger circles in my little hole. It was so slippery there from the oil he’d put on me earlier. I couldn’t think because it felt so good. He slid another finger inside me.

“You see Francesca, when you can do that, then I will take your virginity the way you say you want. You will have to say it without being prompted. You can’t hide from it. I want you to look in my eyes the next time when you finally say it. Since you did not tonight, things are going to be different than you expected them to be on our wedding night.”

“Oh and you have to really mean it” He went on. “Tonight you failed. Not only in saying it but also in knowing the man you married. You see, my dear, you married a deviant. There is much you don’t know about me.” One hand pinched my left nipple.

My flesh sang at that. The other was working yet another finger in, manipulating them all inside my hole. No longer was he making the circles, now he was sliding in deeper then almost out. I was infused with sensation and shame at the same moment. I confess I found the two to be a potent mixture.

“Beg me.” He said. I could tell he meant it.

“Please Ian. I want you to. Please.” I said, barely knowing how to do such a thing as beg and at that moment I was having a hard time stringing my words together. I was shocked by what he was demanding. I was shocked by what he was doing. I was shocked that I wanted more somehow. He had me so focused on what my body felt and what I needed that I couldn’t think clearly. His pinches felt wonderful. I wanted more.

He kept at it, making me beg while his teeth joined his fingers on my flesh. He never bit that special spot or said those magic words of his but I was still feeling very close.

[FurryFury]

“God, please Ian! Take my virginity!” I was still begging him sometime later. I tried to move around so I could see him but he pushed me back and the ropes didn’t have enough give anyway.

His teeth left a mark on my shoulder then. I saw it and I loved it. I wanted him to take more from me just like that that mark. I wanted his teeth all over me. I wanted his marks everywhere.

“Is that what you really want Francesca?” He sort of growled into my ear.

“Yes, please! I’ve always wanted you to take my virginity.” I said. At that moment I felt it was completely true.

“As you wish.” He said almost sounding causal about it now. His fingers left my ass. I was a little disappointed because they had felt so good but relived too. Finally he would turn me over and take me, I thought.

I felt it then, his cock at my tiny hole. I tried to move away. More oil was drizzled cold and wet into my hole. His hand pulled my cheeks open again, and then he pushed in. I thought it was going to break me but the pressure eased almost as quickly as it had started.

“That’s not what I meant!” I said grunting a little, and perhaps, sounding a little panicked.

“I know.” He chuckled. “I know what you meant but as I said your husband is a deviant. To have and to hold in good times and in bad . . .” He bit my back hard. His hand pinched my clit and squeezed it hard.

“Which is this? A good time or a bad one, Francesca, you can’t tell me it’s all bad now can you? He purred moving his hand lower to where I was flowing. I was so very wet, so undeniably aroused.

“No.” I whispered nearly plunging over the carnal cliff right then.

“No, you like this don’t you? You’re more excited now than you’ve ever been in your life, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I hissed. I was so angry. I was so far gone; I would have let him do anything at that moment. I moved my ass back a little. I didn’t even think about it, but it was all he needed as a sign.

He began to move his cock deeper inside my ass. My mind exploded with pleasure from each tiny movement he made. I was gasping like a fish left out of water. His cock was the instrument of such sensation my mind couldn’t deal with it all. I was mewling like a kitten that needed something to suck on or it would starve.

It had never occurred to me that he would do this. I didn’t expect to be tied up on my wedding night. I didn’t expect to be told to beg for my own despoilment. Most of all I didn’t think he would actually put his cock in that tiny hole of mine.

It didn’t matter anymore, none of it. All that mattered now was the incredible mindless rapture he was giving me. I would have never expected such a thing could feel so good.

I don’t know how long it went on. I sort of went to a lovely place in my head in which time didn’t exist. I do know this; I never wanted it to end. At least three times, maybe more Ian bit that special place and said those special words making me come for him.

The last time was right as he was squirting his stuff into my ass. That last time I seemed to just be able to keep coming. Anytime he moved the slightest bit, pinched me or bit me I was set off again or maybe it simply continued, I’m not sure. He owned my pleasure. It belonged to him, not me or anyone else and I love that.

Maybe I didn’t get my virginity taken the way I thought I would but it was the most incredible thing I’d ever felt. He had now made two fantasies of mine come true. I never thought that would happen. Ian had taken them even further than I had and he had surprised me in the most incredible ways. The things he did, he called them my fantasies, but what he added, the way he planned them, made them more than I had ever dreamed.

[Aesop]

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