Johnathan carries me through the open doorway at the end of the hall and uses his foot to shut the door.

My breathing quickens and my heart flutters with panic. I twist and try to escape his arms as he carries me over to the bed and lowers me down.

“Wait,” I gasp as he grabs the bottom of my paper-thin gown. I wanted this, I did, but now that it’s about to happen I’m scared shitless. Maybe if he knows the truth it will change his mind. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

The corners of his lips curl up as he grins, “I know.”

The pleasure from earlier is nearly forgotten, nearly overwhelmed by my fear.

He’s really going to do this… He’s really going to be my first.

My gown is yanked up, over my head, and I’m left with nothing covering my body. Nothing shielding me from his hungry eyes.

Nothing shielding me from him.

He stares at me long and hard, his eyes drinking me in. Frantically glancing side to side, I grab a pillow and use it to cover myself.

He rips it out of my hands.

“Johnathan, please,” I plead. “I’m scared.”

The pillow goes flying and he grabs me by the ankles, dragging me closer to him.

“Don’t worry,” he rumbles almost soothingly as his knee drops to the bed. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

That’s easy for you to say, I think. He’s done this before. I bet he’s had hundreds of women… and probably in this bed.

I stare up at him, my breasts rising and falling with my panting.

His head dips down and his mouth comes down on my breast. As he pulls back a gentle suckle, all other thoughts go flying out of my head.

God, that feels so good.

His tongue swirls around and around, and the coarse hair of his beard tickles my skin. My nipple tightens in his mouth, becoming as small and hard as a diamond.

Teeth scrape across the tip and something inside of me clenches. He pulls back another suckle, this one harder than before, and I squirm.

Inside me, pleasure and fear continue to war, and I’m not sure which will win. I want to push him away. Yet, I also want to pull him closer.

As his mouth works me over, laving and worshipping one breast before moving on to the other, I can’t help but wonder what comes next. What can he do to me? What can he make me feel?

My skin warms and tingles in anticipation.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” he breathes out, his head coming up for air. “I’ve been waiting three fucking days to do this.”

With a growl, he grabs my breasts and squeezes them in his big hands. For the first time, I realize he has callouses. Callouses that scrape and dig into my flesh.

He squeezes and squeezes, molding my globes in his rough hands.

I feel myself arching up, feel myself pushing myself into his grip. I shouldn’t want this, I shouldn’t, but I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t like it.

Maybe it’s because I was so close to death, but right now, in his hands, for the first time in three days, I finally feel alive.

“Fuck… these tits. I want to fuck these tits,” he grunts, and it’s so dirty to me, so scandalous, I don’t know how to respond to it.

No man has ever talked to me like this before. No man has ever handled me like this before.

I’m more than a little floored by it.

His hips rock forward, and I feel the hard bulge in his pants prodding at my sex.

“Three fucking days,” he growls, and his grip on me suddenly tightens. “Three fucking long days I’ve had to wait to get you in my bed.”

I cry out as his hardness rubs against my clit.

“Three days I’ve been thinking about fucking you, Beth,” he rumbles with another roll of his hips. “Thinking about how I’m going to take you, how I’m going to fucking claim you.”

He gives my breasts one last squeeze and then he begins to slide down. His lips and beard drag down my tummy, and his eyes remain locked on mine, full of dark intent.

I start to panic as he nears my belly button.

“What are you doing?” I gasp and start to sit up.

His hands come down on my breasts and he pushes me back down to the bed.

“Enjoying what I bought,” he grins and looks down.

I squirm beneath his appraisal, never before feeling so revealed, so vulnerable. And just when I think it can’t get any worse, that I can’t feel anymore humiliated, his hands come down to my thighs and he spreads me wide open.

“Beautiful,” he growls.

“Oh, god,” I groan and try to arch away from him.

Hands locked around my thighs, he holds me in place as his head dips down. I feel the tickle of his beard before I feel his tongue dragging through my folds.

“So fucking innocent,” he rumbles, and I reach down, trying to push his head away.

He growls and resists my push.

The tip of his tongue flicks against my clit. The jolt of sensation that courses through me is so strong, so intense, I jerk.

“So fucking sweet,” he says appreciatively, and drags his tongue through my folds again.

He laps at me and suckles my clit into his hot mouth until I’m coming undone, my reservations forgotten.

I don’t even realize when his hand moves. I’m so caught up in the pleasure and new sensations, I’m spreading my legs eagerly for him.

My head thrashes from side to side and all these little throaty moans keep pouring from my lips.

When I touched myself alone in my room at night, it never felt like this.

Hands now gripping at his hair, tugging, I try to pull him closer in encouragement.

His tongue presses hard against my clit, swirling around and around, and then something hard is probing at my entrance.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, his warm breath washing over all the wetness he left.

There’s a slight pinch, and then that hard thing slides through my wetness, spreading me open.

I whimper and try to close my legs, locking my thighs around his head. It doesn’t stop him. No, if anything, it makes his mouth that more ravenous.

The pain is uncomfortable at first, but then, strangely, it seems to amplify all the pleasurable sensations I’m experiencing.

“Fuck,” he rasps as I feel myself clenching around him, trying to pull him in. He’s almost there. So close to where I need it. “You like that, baby?”

The hard thing works in and out of me, gliding along with my wetness. This incredible pressure begins to build inside me, filling me with warmth and neediness.

I begin to rock my hips, chasing… something. I don’t know what. An explosion. The end?

I’m so swollen, so tender, I can feel my pulse throbbing in my clit.

Then I feel fuller, stretching wider. It’s another finger, I realize.

His fingers are inside me.

Before I can adjust to the new fullness, his fingers curl inside me and I’m crying out, twitching and jerking as he rubs against a spot that’s extremely sensitive.

It’s more than I can take at the moment.

“Relax,” he growls as I tighten around him.

But I can’t. The sensation too much, too strong.

“Johnathan, please, it’s too much,” I gasp. I don’t want him to stop, but what he’s doing is too overwhelming.

“You’re still too fucking tight,” he grits out like his teeth are clenched, but his fingers uncurl. “I’ll split you in half.”

I know I should be afraid but somehow I’m not. Just the thought of having him inside me, stretching me, breaking me, has me clenching my thighs around his head in anticipation.

The fear is gone, replaced by something more primal, something more basic.

The need to get off.

In and out he pumps his slick digits, and the pressure inside me expands and expands.

My hips rock up and I find myself grinding myself shamelessly into his face as his mouth comes back down on my clit.

He sucks and sucks, pulling me hard into his mouth. Then his teeth bite down giving me a light pinch.

The explosion begins in my center and ripples out. I cry out, squeezing around his fingers as my limbs twitch and jerk.

Johnathan grunts and makes these throaty noises of approval as he licks me up like he just can’t get enough.

Waves of pleasure roll through me, sweeping over me, until I feel weak and rung out. I don’t know how long it goes on for but the entire time he’s growling and devouring me with his mouth.

As the last little spasm fades away, I release my death grip on his hair and collapse against the bed, almost ready to pass out.

Johnathan gives my clit one last playful lick, and I’m so sensitive, I can’t help but squeak before his head pops up.

He hovers above me, staring down at me with a glistening beard and eyes full of hunger and want.

What I just experienced, what I felt, I’ve never felt anything like it before. It was amazing, but at the same time it’s absolutely terrifying. This man, this stranger, has the ability to strip away all my resistance and make me like it with just his touch.

Staring into his eyes, a little pang of fear spikes in my chest, but then he slowly withdraws his fingers, deliberately drawing the sensation out.

I squirm and writhe against the bed, unsure if I want his fingers to leave me or if I want them slamming back into my core.

“Fuck, I’ve got to be in you now,” he groans.

Reaching down, he quickly unbuttons his shirt. A chest is revealed, a hard chest, covered in tattoos and hair.

For too many moments, I’m frozen, my brain still hazy from the orgasm as I watch him undress. There’s a rushed frenzy to the process. A couple of buttons go flying. Stitches pop from their seams.

It’s not until he shoves his pants down and his cock springs upwards that I burst into action. I start to scramble away, heading for the headboard.

He comes down on top of me.

“Get back here, you,” he says, dragging me back down and fitting me beneath him.

His skin meets my skin and I shiver from his warmth.

I just let him violate me in the most intimate of ways, and enjoyed the hell out of it, but now that he’s about to penetrate me, I’m scared as hell.

His leg presses against my leg and I can’t help but marvel at the hair tickling my inner thigh.

He’s so big, so hairy and intimidating, as he looms above me, he’s downright beastly.

I look down between us, at his cock pressing into my stomach.

He’s hard everywhere I’m soft.

“Johnathan—” I say, my voice breathy and full of uncertainty.

His mouth smothers my mouth, cutting my words off. He kisses me hard and deep, as if his mouth is trying to eat my mouth.

His weight begins to sink me down into the mattress and an unfamiliar need begins to awaken inside me.

Fuck, there’s just something about having this gruff man on top of me that is making me hot.

God, I’m so fucked.

A big hand covers my breast, squeezing gently at first, until I start to arch into his touch. His calloused palm flattens my nipple and then his fingers are roughly kneading me until I’m moaning into his mouth.

Gently, he rocks his hips, stroking my belly with his velvety cock.

He eases me into the rhythm, his tongue tangling with my tongue.

Just when I start to rock my hips, my clit reawakening with a needy throb, he tears his mouth away from my mouth.

Looking deep into my eyes, there’s an eagerness there I’m not familiar with. He looks at me like I’m the most beautiful, most desirable woman in the world.

Reaching between us, he takes his cock in his hand and rubs it against me in tight little circles.

I groan, relishing the newly discovered pleasure of feeling his silky flesh gliding against my clit.

“This is going to hurt,” he states almost eagerly.

He guides his cock down until the crown is pressing against my entrance.

Before I can pull away, before I can stiffen in preparation, he grabs up my hands and slams forward.

He penetrates me with one deep thrust.

I scream, but his mouth is instantly there, muffling the force.

Searing, agonizing pain burns through my pussy, and I swear he just tore me apart.

I start to fight him. Twisting and turning beneath him. My hands try to jerk out of his grip as my hips try to buck him off.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs as he kisses me gently, but I don’t truly believe he’s sorry.

No, he looked way too damn eager before he slammed into me, and I tell him just that.

He wanted to hurt me, he wanted to destroy me.

He releases his grip on my hands to cradle my face.

He kisses my lips again and then his lips move to my soaked cheeks. Tasting my tears.

I punch and slap at him, but it doesn’t stop him. He whispers sweet endearments as he kisses and strokes me gently.

He tells me how beautiful I am, how perfect I am.

How good it feels to be inside me.

Gradually, the pain begins to fade away, and the punches and slaps become less satisfying with each tender spoken word.

I allow myself to relax beneath him and the burning in my core dulls to a faint throb.

Sensing my submission, his words take a dirty turn.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasps, sounding almost agonized. Deep inside me I feel something pulse. “Can you feel how perfectly your little pussy fits around me? You were made to take my cock.”

I begin to shake my head in denial, but his fingers tighten around my face as he slowly, so slowly, slides his cock out. “Yes, Beth.”

Suddenly, he slams back in.

I whimper as the pain fades under a spike of pleasure.

His hand slides up, his fingers fisting in my hair. With a tug, he’s arching my head back as he growls, “Why do you think I bought you?”

Out, he slides, only to slam back in to the hilt.

Smashing my clit in the process.

“I’m not your fucking hero,” he growls as he withdraws.

I shudder, instantly missing the pressure against my little bundle of nerves.

He slams back in, so hard, so deep, so damn gratifying, I cry out.

“I bought you because I want to own you,” he grunts as he grinds himself deep, touching parts of me no one has touched before.

I try to stiffen beneath him, hating that my hips want to rise up. Hating that my legs want to wrap around him to keep him right where he is… right where I feel so full.

He grinds and grinds, rolling his hips as he works himself against me.

And with each roll of his hips, with each smash against my throbbing clit, I feel the walls of my resistance crumbling down.

Just as I begin to tighten up around him, stiffening in anticipation, he gives me one more deep, rolling grind of his hips and then quickly pulls out.

I pant up at him in confusion. I was so close, so damn close.

“I bought you because the moment you walked into my bar, you were mine,” he states as something dangerous flashes in his eyes.

I try to brace myself for what’s to come, but then he reaches down and grabs my hips, tilting them up before he comes back down.

“I bought you because I want my cock to be the only cock you ever know.”

He drives forward and the pleasure that slams into me is so strong, so intense, I can’t stand it.

I start to fight off the orgasm, willing my body to shut it down.

But there’s no reprieve, no chance to escape the sensations he’s forcing on me.

I’m pinned beneath him, trapped against the mattress, as he drives himself into me.

Over and over again.

His skin slapping against my skin.

His will threatening to overpower my will.

He fucks me almost as if he’s trying to punish me. He fucks me almost as if he’s trying to punish himself.

I rock beneath him as his body crashes into my body. Assaulted by pleasure I never asked for, by pleasure I’ve never known.

“Come,” he demands, as his thrusts become harder. Fiercer.

I try to arch away from him, my hands shoving at his chest, trying to push him off. But my hips. My damn hips rock up, pressing into him.

Begging him for more.

“Come,” he demands again, the look on his face strained and intense.

But I can’t let him do this to me. I can’t.

The pressure building inside of me is stronger, different than it was before. Once I go over this edge, I know I’ll never come back.

“Come, goddammit,” he snarls with determination, and I feel his hand release my hip.

Then that hand is there, between us.

Playing with my clit.

“Beth, goddammit. Beth. Come for me, baby,” he groans, sounding nearly desperate, and then suddenly I’m there.

I lock up around him and the pleasure that rocks through me isn’t warm, liquid waves of bliss.

No, it’s a fucking typhoon.

“Fuck,” I hear him roar out as my pussy clamps down on his cock.

Squeezing him.

I cling to him as the pleasure threatens to tear me away and destroy me with its force.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he repeats over and over, and vaguely I’m aware of him filling me up.

Pumping me full of something hot.

My orgasm goes on and on, and for a moment I fear it will never let me go.

But then Johnathan is there, pulling me closer as he gently rocks inside me.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes me as I finally start to come down. “Take all you want.”

His hand brushes back my hair tenderly, and I realize my pussy is still milking his cock.

Suddenly, a little aftershock rolls through me, leaving me jerking and twitching before I can finally still.

I slump in his arms, breathless and dazed.

“Good girl,” Johnathan grins as he slides out of me and nuzzles his nose against my nose.

Despite the little jolt of pleasure coursing up my spine, I have the sudden, overwhelming urge to punch him in the throat.

Good girl? Seriously?

He chuckles as I stiffen, and then rolls over onto his back, taking me with him. He tries to squeeze me up against his side but I start to fight back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, his voice an amused rumble.

“Home,” I croak out.

I just let this guy utterly destroy me and I’ve suddenly realized there’s more to be afraid of than having sex.

My throat feels raw and I don’t know why at first. Then my cheeks ignite into flames as I realize I must have done a lot of moaning and screaming.

“Nah,” Johnathan says easily as his arm locks up around me. He drags me closer, against my will, and presses me against his hairy chest. “I think I’ll keep you right here.”

“Keep me?” I repeat a little incredulously and try to push up, off his chest, only to have him push me back down.

“Yeah, keep you,” he says looking down at me. Something flickers in his eyes and I feel frozen as my worse fear suddenly comes true. “Have you forgotten already? I bought you, Beth. I fucking own you.”