Iris Sinclair's pov
He said he will be gentle with me after I told him I'm a virgin. If this is considered gentle then how hard he is when he's rough?
"Are you ok baby? you want me to stop?" He asked, as if he actually cares about if I'm alright or not, such a hypocrite.
For a split second I almost begged him to stop and tell him that my vagina feels like it is going to be split open. But I remembered he had once said 'that, my darling, depends on how good you are in my bed.' So I grit my teeth and force a smile "N-no.. is ok, it feels good, it's just tears of pleasure" the corner of my mouth twitches, more like tears of pain, I'm such a good liar.
"Are you sure baby?"
I nodded and he kept doing his brutal thrust, I bit my lips till I tasted blood. "Does it feel good?" he asked.
I'm sure it will feel amazing once your monster dick is out of me. I didn't know men's genital part is this big.
"Yea it feels so good.. L-Lacus I feel like I have to pee.." I hold in the urge with all my might, I must not pee when Lacus and I are having intercourse, it will ruin all his pleasure, then I won't get my revenge on Samson.
"It's not pee darling, you just want to cum, let it out baby." With that, I finally allowed my body to relax, and I cum. I pants deeply after i cum, thank god this is finally over. I sit up and grabbed for my coat but Lacus stopped me.
"Darling, you are not leaving till I emptied my balls." He said as he shoved his monster dick inside me again, I wailed and cried. fingernail digging into his tattooed back, but he didn't care, ignoring all my begging.
The night goes on and on, it feels like hours and hours, only god knows how much I cummed. Damn it, how much energy does this guy have?
I struggled to keep my eyes open as I concentrated on the rhythmic clock ticking and the sound of his balls slapping my butt. Finally, my vision blurred and I collapsed. The last thought I had before I fainted was: good, I'm finally out of my misery.
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A pair of arms hugs me tightly around my waist. I snuggled against the comforting warmth and nuzzled my head in his chest, taking in his cologne. But when last night's memory sinks in I immediately jerks his arm away. I got up as quickly as possible but he only hugged tighter. I stared at his features for a minute. He looks so peaceful when he's asleep, unlike the dangerous mafia prince with his scrutinising greyish blue eyes that is observing and reading your every movement.
Snap out of it Iris Sinclair, don't forget how much he hurted you last night. I pried off his arm and he groaned "Irie, don't leave."
Bastard, didn't even remember my actual name. I pulled my fur coat tighter around my weak body and I walked out of the door. I only walked a few feet before the splitting pain of my vagina makes me collapsed to the floor. I balled my hand into a fist as I forced myself to stand up, I continued walking towards the exit and a feeling of nausea hit me. I vomited on the hotel floor, the metallic scent filling up my nostril.
Is probably because of the semen he made me ate last night. I get the shiver of fear everytime I recall the way he grabbed tightly on my braids, making sure I won't escape as he shoots his load down my throat. It disgusts me more than anything to think that a part of him is still in me.
Is ok Iris, I tried telling myself as I entered the door of my apartment, it is all over now, you won't ever see Lacus again. The deal is done. after his fluid went through my digestive system and out, there'd be none. Suddenly I remembered something, that bastard didn't even used a fucking condom last night! Horror sinks into me. shit, shit, shit! How could I be so careless, it must been the stupid alcohol that clouded my mind.
I rushed into the washroom in my apartment, I spread my leg over the toilet, trying to let all his fluid out of me. I shuddered in disgust when I saw some white milky fluid along with some red blood coming out of my body. I stood just like that for a couple minutes, but there's still more coming out. How much semen does this fucking man have? Is he a damn cum bucket or something?
I opened the shower head frantically, trying to wash out the cum, but only ended up staggering back in pain when the hot water made contact with my wounded vagina. I turned the water temperature down and started washing the other part of the body, trying to wash away the memory of last night and the memory of his body on mine.
Water droplets brush over my cheek, I don't know if it is from the showerhead or my tears. Maybe it is both. This is not how i imagined what my first sex would be like, I thought it would have been with Sammy when we met in real life. Samson, call him Samson. I reminded myself for the hundredth time of the week. I hate how a tiny part of me still clings to the happy memories we had.
Suddenly I heard banging on the door and I nearly threw the shower head in panic. "Come out slut!" It was my sister Lily's voice. I quickly draped the bath robe over me and got out. On my way out my sister whispered "whore", I ignored her.
I suddenly remembered from last year's health class, I can almost hear Mrs.Duncan's voice in my head. 'Emergency contraception can prevent over 95% of pregnancies when they are taken within five days after intercourse.'
I cling to this new knowledge with hope, I immediately bus to the nearest pharmacy. I had to take the bus since I have no money for a cab and no friends for a ride. My sister Lily got a white SUV, but obviously I'm not equal to her in my father's eyes.
"Can I have some emergency contraception, some pregnancy test and something that will sooth vaginal pain after intercourse?"
The pharmacist narrowed her eyes "How old are you?"
"Eighteen." I wasn't lying, though many people think I'm younger than my actual age, I guess it is because of my height. My family line have great genes, my father is a five feet nine, Lily is a five feet seven, only I have a pathetic five feet one, maybe I'd be as tall as my older sister if it weren't for constantly being under fed.
She still looked unconvinced so I pulled out my driver's licence, showing it to her.
After examining the driver's licence so close that her nose is almost touching it, she gave me the medicines. When I took itI heard her muttering under her breath. "Teenagers these days."
Now let's pray that I'm not the unlucky 5%.