“Start counting.” He slaps my ass.
I yelp, then grind my molars until they feel like they’ll turn to dust. He sinks an inch inside me. The first piercing glides against my inner walls.
“One,” I breathe.
Another inch.
“Two.”
He shifts behind me and pants loud enough for me to hear over the music. He eases in another inch.
“Three.”
“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmurs, and strokes my ass. “My beautiful, slutty wife. Your pussy is swallowing my dick like it needs it.”
He dips his hand between my legs from the front, his fingers finding my clit and rolling it at a slow pace that curls my toes and makes me whine. I need more from him.
“Four. Five.” I yell as he stretches me beyond what his fingers could manage. Another scream catches in my throat as he shoves more of himself inside me. “Six. Seven.Eight!”
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.” He squeezes my hip in a bruising grip. “Final stretch, baby. You can do it.” He slams the last inch into me until he’s balls deep.
“Nine!”
Lights burst behind my closed eyelids, and I sob from the pain. He fills me, stretching me beyond what I thought I could take.
Jaxon comes to my mind, and guilt tightens my chest. My kidnapper’s piercings glide against the sensitive parts inside me, bumping along secret spots that make me damn near astral project. These confusing feelings are wrong, yes, but rationality slips away as I imagine it’s Jaxon who’s fucking me.
He pulls out until only the head is left, then he slams backin. My body jerks forward with each brutal blow. He holds me still, but it doesn’t stop me from sliding forward and crumpling the rug beneath me. I scream and wiggle against him, begging for more like a slut. Pleasure joins the pain, but rapidly overpowers it until all I feel is ecstasy. Maybe it’s because I’m picturing my brother on his knees, lips parted, and his dark hair falling over his eyes as he looks down at me with reverence as he takes my virginity. I arch my back and meet him every time he pistons into me.
“Jaxon,” I moan softly.
I don’t think the man heard me, because he says nothing. He fucks me harder, like he’s losing control and can’t help himself from getting lost in my body. I hiss through my teeth as he jerks my hair in his fist, pulling me up to my hands and knees.
“My needy whore. You can’t get enough of me, can you?” He lets go of my hair, slaps my ass, then leans over me to mold his chest to my back like a second skin. His hand rests next to mine, and his panting moans fill my ear as he kisses the shell and over my jaw.
What he said minutes ago comes back to me. He said he’s nine inches. Jaxon once told our dad I could take all of his nine-inch dick like a needy whore. This man who’s rutting into me like he can’t get enough keeps calling me a slut and a whore. He also has piercings like Jaxon’s, and his tongue is split too.
Butterflies fill my stomach, and hope blooms inside me.
I look at his arm and stop breathing. He hasn’t taken off his gloves, but his wrist and up are bare, showing off his tattoos. Tears well in my eyes when I spot the familiar pink Band-Aid withcrybabyscrawled on the wings.
There are only so many times something can be a coincidence until it’s not. The man fucking me right now isn’t a stranger, and he isn’t just my husband.
He’s my brother.
“Jaxon,” I breathe.
He groans and nips at the sensitive skin on my jaw. I know he heard me this time. His dick jerks inside me and he fucks me harder as he moans louder in my ear, knowing full well what that does to me. At that moment, I realize he’s matching the beat of the song that’s playing. I won’t be able to listen to “Custer” by Slipknot the same ever again.
“Jaxon!” I wail in relief and move with him in abandon.
“It’s about time, flower. I was getting worried.” He nips my earlobe, which is meant to punish me but does the opposite.
“Fuck,” I breathe, and melt under him. The guilt that’s gripping me fades away like a bad dream, and the dark clouds over my head clear. I can finally fully enjoy this moment without worrying about Jaxon punishing me.
“Come on my cock,” he growls.
He fists my hair and yanks me upward until my chest is suspended off the ground, leaving only my knees on the floor. I grab his wrists, which push my bouncing breasts outward. Arching my spine, I shove my hips backward to meet his every thrust.
