I mentally prepared for Reynard’s return. I had accepted my fate the first time he said he would take my innocence—I knew that moment was coming before I signed my name on the contract. The delay was starting to become torture on its own because it toyed with my thoughts. I wished I would have never asked the question about Wyatt. I would have rather gotten it over with the night he said it was going to happen rather than let the anticipation build to the point it became dread. As the minutes passed and the moment drew closer again, dread was all I could feel—even if my body had started to cry out for Reynard’s touch.

When the door opens again, it will be the last time he looks down at a virgin.

I wasn’t sure if sex would change me. I always thought it would. Maybe that’s why I never gave in when the opportunities were in front of me. There was power in those moments—a sense of control I would never have with Reynard. I never imagined myself enjoying the things I talked about with the men I blackmailed, yet I was finding out that some of the things I agreed to were more than just illusions. The pain excited me—turned me on. The brutality of Reynard was becoming a craving—it was chaos that I couldn’t control, and I had never been able to let go before. Having the choice stripped away was turning me into something I never expected to become—a woman that needed to submit.

I heard a sound in the darkness and looked towards the door. It opened and Reynard walked in, flipping the light on as he entered. There was malice on his face—a look of anger that often faded when I was with him, but always seemed to be painted on like a fresh coat of disappointed when he returned. He put food in front of the cage, cleaned things up while I ate, and when I finished eating, he grabbed me by the hair. He didn’t want me on my knees, so I stood as he pulled. I was learning what he wanted without a command—my body was already becoming his and it hadn’t even been taken yet—not fully.

“I’m going to clean you up before you join me in bed.” He looked down at my thighs. “You’re still covered in your own filth.”

I did my best to wipe it away, but my resources were limited. Being strapped to the bench with the clit vibrator going all night long had left me sore, and I erupted in bliss so many times that I was numb before the vibrations finally ceased. It was enjoyable at first, but it turned into a nightmare as the hours passed.

“Let’s go.” Reynard gave me a tug and I immediately started walking behind him.

Reynard took me down a hallway in the opposite direction of the wooden door that led to his playroom. When we walked into what appeared to be the living room, I saw a screen—a screen that showed my cage. I didn’t realize he had a camera on me, but I realized that he had been watching me the entire time. He saw my descent into madness—my tears—my remorse. Still, the callousness was present on his face when he returned. My suffering still wasn’t good enough for him. I couldn’t help but wonder how much more I had to endure before his appetite for vengeance would be satiated—which made me wonder again what happened to Wyatt. What put the look of disdain on his brother’s face?

I’ll never be able to ask that question again, but I don’t think it’s going to stop toying with my thoughts…

“Get in.” Reynard motioned to a bathtub that had already been prepared.

Yes Master. I nodded and did as instructed.

Warm water was another thing I took for granted, especially being able to submerge myself in a tub of it. Reynard grabbed a brush and started washing me as soon as I was in the suds, removing the nipple clamps as he went. The brush scraped across flesh that had been punished—flesh that was beginning to heal. I knew that it was just going to be punished again when the time came—but I was too consumed with comfort to think about that. I suppressed a moan when he traded the brush for a sponge and started washing my pussy—I was afraid to utter a sound, even though his touch made my body beg for more. I would be getting more once the bath was done. I would just have to be patient until then. After I was clean, he let the water drain and rinsed me off. I felt truly clean for the first time since I was put in the cage—even cleaner than I did after the sponge bath Mauro was kind enough to let me have.

“Dry yourself off.” Reynard tossed a towel at me as I stood up in the tub.

I dried myself off and Reynard closed the bathroom door. I saw something that I hadn’t noticed before—a wedding dress. My thoughts started to race. There was only one fantasy that involved a wedding dress—one that belonged to a man who claimed he married a woman that was not what she promised to be. His fantasy—was innocence. A fitting one, considering that mine was going to be taken by Reynard. It wasn’t the fantasy that gave me the ammunition against him, it was all the awful things he said about the woman he married—a woman that promised him she had never been touched until he learned it was a lie on their wedding night. That was what I was going to have to become—and it wasn’t going to be a lie when Reynard took me to bed as his virgin bride.

Reynard helped me put on the dress, and as much as I hated to admit it, I looked beautiful in the mirror. Radiant even, once I applied the makeup and started fixing my hair. Reynard walked behind me, and I caught a glimpse of us standing together—like a picture that would have been on a wall somewhere in a happy home. The beginning of something special—except my lipstick was smeared around a ball gag. I remembered what the man wanted to do to his virgin bride—he wanted more than her innocence—he wanted her to feel the agony of being taken for the first time—because that’s what turned him on.

“Come.” Reynard extended his hand instead of grabbing me by the hair for once.

My heart started to beat hard in my chest as he led me down the hallway to his bedroom. I was taking my last steps as a virgin. They didn’t feel any different than normal footsteps, but I felt like they should have. He opened the bedroom door and then his hands were behind my knees. He lifted me up so fast that I had to grab onto his neck to keep from falling out of his arms. He carried me to the bed, a large one that was soft when I landed on it. He took a step back and started to undress.

How can a man so cruel be so damn attractive?

There was a desire burning in his eyes. I might have been living out a fantasy I promised to another, but I had no doubt in my mind that Reynard was going to enjoy what he was going to do to me. He threw off his suit jacket, removed his tie, and started unbuttoning his shirt. I saw scars—some that were covered in tattoos. They looked like marks that had been left on his flesh intentionally, but they looked old—like he had gotten them when he was a boy and they had grown with him. I wondered if those scars had made him into the man he was—someone had definitely hurt him at some point, and the pain was brutal enough to for him to wear the marks forever.

Reynard dropped his pants, then his boxers—and his cock was already engorged. He looked like a tattooed beast and the desire turned to hunger as he approached the bed. He grabbed my leg as he crawled onto the mattress and his hand immediately went under my dress. I felt his fingers dig into my panties as he sank between my thighs—then they were ripped away. The head of his cock was against the entrance of my pussy immediately. My heart beat harder—my pulse raced—then there was agony as he started to push his way inside me. I didn’t even have time to think about what was happening before I felt my hymen rip.

“You belong to me now.” He leaned forward and growled into my ear. “And I’m going to enjoy destroying you.”

He went deeper, stretching my pussy around his girth. The pain was immediate, and the spot where my hymen once stood burned when it was stretched around his enormous cock. He wasn’t gentle. He drove his length into me before I had a chance to adjust. The only thing that resisted him was my tightness because my pussy was already wet. I had thought about having him inside me so many times. I knew it would hurt. I knew the pain was be something he savored. I wasn’t wrong. I felt him throb when the agony swept across my face—then he went deeper. His hips started to move—up and down between my thighs as he impaled me on his length—with no regard for my comfort as the inches were driven into my pussy.

“You saved yourself for this moment.” He growled again. “For me.”

I wasn’t sure if I was hearing Reynard’s words or the fantasy, he was making me live out in order to pay my debt, but they sounded real—so real that they teased my thoughts. He started to thrust harder and I found my thoughts being consumed by the moment. I didn’t love Reynard—I didn’t even like him much—but my body craved him. Even his brutality was like a tease because I wanted him to keep driving his cock into me until he erupted inside my pussy. My body couldn’t hide my desires. My pussy kept getting wetter, even when it hurt to have his length driven as deep as it would go.

I suppressed my moans. The gag made it impossible to speak, but it didn’t keep me from wanting to cry out. The longer he fucked me, the better it felt. The pain began to fade. My g-spot was teased for the first time and it felt magnificent. I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying it. The part of me that craved Reynard forced me to put my arms around him, to trace his scars while he hammered his length into my pussy. His thrusts started to get faster and he growled into my ear. The pleasure swept through my body. The need to orgasm was rising—the pressure inside of me was getting more intense by the second. I was struggling to breathe against the gag. My breathing was getting faster and slobber was coating it.

“Do you want me to remove the gag?” He grabbed it and pushed the ball behind my teeth.

Yes! I tried to remain silent, but my eyes begged, and I nodded as fast as I could.

“You may moan.” He unfastened it and tossed it to the side.

Even that felt like a slice of heaven that I thought would be denied. I moaned and purred his ear. His weight came crashing down faster—harder—sending me spiraling towards the edge of bliss. The pain was gone, and it was nothing but pure pleasure flooding my veins. I felt him throbbing inside me and I knew he was close. His hand grabbed the front of my wedding dress. He tore it open and then pulled down my bra until my breasts were exposed. They were tender from the clamps, but it felt so good to have his fingers on them—they formed hard nubs against this touch. My moans got louder—each one bringing me closer to the orgasm that was building inside me.

“Do you want to scream when you come?” He pinned my arms to the bed and glared at me as his hips continued to slam into my body.

I nodded—almost speaking but biting my tongue.

“Granted.” He snarled and then he started to unleash fury in every thrust.

The pressure built to the point of no return and I felt him begin to pulsate inside me. A few thrusts landed that were directly against my g-spot and then he started to come. That was all I could take. My back arched on the bed, pushing against his weight, and I felt a scream rush across my lips. My orgasm was so powerful that I saw stars for a moment before I fell back against the mattress. He drove his cock deep and erupted, shooting hot cum inside my pussy as I exploded in bliss. He might have been a cruel man, but he took me to a level of pleasure I never imagined. My body was consumed by my lust until the orgasm faded and the afterglow swept over me. I stared up into his eyes—an intense stare looking back at me.

“Did you enjoy that?” His eyes narrowed.

I nodded, afraid to speak.

“Good.” I felt his hands tighten on my wrists and then I felt something wrap around them—leather. “I will let you sleep in my bed, but I don’t trust you enough to make it comfortable—I’m going to fuck you so many times before the sun comes up that you’ll wish you could beg me to stop.”

Reynard tied my hands and feet to the bed but left enough give in the restraints on my ankles that he could spread my legs if he wanted—and he did. I sank into the afterglow of my orgasm, but as soon as my eyes closed, he was on top of me again. He started fucking me with the same unbridled rage that I felt the first time he was inside me. That was the second time he made me come, but it wasn’t the last orgasm I got that night. Every time I felt sleep coming, he was ready to use my body again. He tore at my dress and by the time he had devoured me three times, it was nothing but tatters on the sheets.

But no matter how many times he came for me—I never once wished I could make him stop.