Mark stood and dragged her out of the room with him, heading back upstairs to the bedrooms. This time, however, he didn't take her into the room she had previously been in but drew her along to one further down the corridor. When he opened the door and pushed her inside, Ellie looked around and realised this was his room. It was dominated by a huge four poster bed in dark oak, the whole room panelled in the dark wood, heavy embroidered drapes at the windows and heavy wooden furniture around the room. It was a very masculine room, but it was so dark and forbidding that she shivered. She sent him a confused look and he laughed.
"This is your new room, Ellie, the room you'll be sharing with your new husband. Don't you like it?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he let go of her wrist and closed the door, advancing towards her even as she jerkily backed up until the bed hit her on the back of the legs, stopping her retreat.
"In this room you do everything I say, when I say, without hesitation. Do you understand?" He watched as she nodded and then tilted his head to one side, looking down at her. "And do you object to that?"
Ellie felt the anger from before surge through her again. She glared at him mutinously and nodded, vaguely wondering what he would do, but not caring too much either way. He'd do what he wanted.
"So tell me what your objections are," he invited her, raising his eyebrow and smiling. He was obviously enjoying this, she thought, but she was damned if she was going to speak to him again.
"I take it from your silence that you don't really have any objections then? Good, maybe we should begin then?" he said, raising one hand and giving her a gentle shove so that she fell back on the bed, gasping in shock.
She struggled to sit back up but he came down on her, moving to grab her wrists in his big hands, but she intensified her struggles, trying desperately to keep her hands away from his. If he got hold of them she knew she would be helpless. She had never fought what had happened to her in the past, but for some reason she couldn't help fighting him, and she swung her fist towards him, catching him on the side of the face.
"Dammit," Mark muttered, although it hadn't really hurt, it was just irritating that he couldn't get hold of her when he was so much bigger than her. He managed to grab the wrist of the hand that had attacked him and pin it over her head, but when he tried to grab the other one she twisted wildly underneath him, keeping her hand away from him. After managing to land a useless blow on his shoulder he got hold of her and pinned both arms over her head, looking down at her flushed face. He couldn't believe that even in this position she was still trying to fight him, her teeth gritted in frustration as she tried to use her knees on him. He moved his leg and used its' heavy weight to pin both her legs down, and finally she was helpless underneath him.
He raised an eyebrow, slightly out of breath himself. "Finished?" he asked her, watching fear and anger chase each other across her face in rapid succession. His eyes moved down to where her breasts were heaving from her exertion, almost coming out of the bodice of the wedding dress, the strapless lace bar she wore showing over the top of it, and he found his body respond to the sight, something she couldn't miss because his groin was pressed against her hip. He slowly lowered his head to kiss her and she widened her eyes, turning her head away at the last second so his lips hit her cheek. He chuckled at her reaction and moved his lips slowly along her cheek towards her mouth, only to have her swing her head the other way so quickly that he couldn't get to her mouth at all. He lifted his head and looked down at her red face and wide eyes, giving her a wicked smile before moving her wrists together over her head so he could close one big hand around the both of them.
She saw what he intended and tried to struggle again, her breath panting out of her as he used his free hand to grab her chin and anchor her head in place. This time when he lowered his head she couldn't escape and even though she tried to keep her lips firmly closed, she couldn't resist the way he kissed her, softly like he had downstairs, and she found herself relaxing against him. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened under his, allowing him access to the moist recesses and he took full advantage, his tongue shooting deep into her mouth and mimicking what his body wanted to do.
She barely felt him release her wrists, his hands moving slowly down her arms and underneath her back so he could press her against his chest, flattening her breasts against the muscular surface. His hands were busy unfastening the tiny hooks on the back of the dress, but Ellie wasn't aware of that as his mouth totally took control of hers, forcing her lips wider and wider until she was as open to his onslaught as he wanted her. The feel of his big hands smoothing over her bare back registered faintly, but the warmth from his palms was strangely soothing as he stroked slowly over her silky skin.
Mark was so caught up in kissing her that he almost ignored the strange feel of her back, but eventually he realised that it didn't feel as it should and he broke the kiss, rolling her slowly over underneath him and looking down at her flesh. His face froze when he saw the mass of tiny criss-cross scars that covered her back from just below her shoulder blades to the base of her spine. It was obvious she had been beaten on a regular basis, but to have so many scars the beatings must have been incredibly vicious, and he ran his fingers over them with an expression of pain on his face. Okay, so he had intended to use and abuse her when he had bought her, but he hadn't known just how hard her life already was. He felt a blast of anger towards the girls stepmother, because that was undoubtedly who had done this to her, and he knew he would find a way to make her pay for it. But along with the anger came the unwanted guilt again and he turned her back over, taking in her flushed face and wide eyes staring at him apprehensively.
"Who did this to you?" he asked her slowly, his voice deep as he tried to keep his tone calm so as not to startle her, because at the moment he felt murderous. When she just stared at him for a second and then lowered her eyes and frowned, he took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. "Don't give me the silent treatment, Ellie, I'm not going to hurt you in any way, I just need to know."
"My...my stepmother," Ellie whispered, biting her lip as though she had done something wrong in telling him. Mark suddenly realised that she had probably been conditioned not to say anything to anybody.
"Did she tell you to keep quiet about the beatings?" he asked her, his face unconsciously stern and his teeth gritting when she nodded her head. "How often?"
Ellie was confused. "How often...I don't understand...." she broke off and flinched when his other hand lifted and he frowned even deeper, hating that reaction even though he knew he deserved it. He stroked her hair out of her face and smoothed his features out, trying not to look as angry as he felt.
"How often did she beat you?"
"I'm not sure," Ellie confessed, trying to think of the pain she had endured at the hands of that woman, but her mind wasn't working properly with his huge body pinning her to the bed.
"Every week? Every day?" he persisted.
"Not...every day, but...every week, I think," she said, wondering why he was looking at her in that strange way. He almost looked concerned, but it must just be her imagination.
"Was it just her?" he asked, his face stiff with leashed anger.
"Mostly, but not always," she murmured, wondering why he cared.
"Who else? Who else did this?"
"A man she knew...I think his name was Richard and I know I heard him talking to her about his shop in town. I think he sold clothes...or underwear...something she liked anyway," Ellie shrugged, swallowing as her mouth was dry, mostly from the fact that she had just spoken more than she had for some time, maybe years.
Mark couldn't believe what he was hearing. "And she just let him beat you? Without any reason?"
"No, I'd usually done something wrong....one time I spilt the wine when I served the dinner and that was the first time he punished me." She said it so matter-of-factly that Mark winced. She actually thought it was normal.
He breathed in sharply through his nostrils as a thought occurred to him. "Did he enjoy it?"
"What?" Ellie asked, startled by the question.
"Did he seem to enjoy hitting you?" he asked again, clarifying his question.
Ellie tried to remember what the man had acted like, but mostly she remembered how much she had been hurting at the time. "I can't remember....I'm sorry, I can't..." she said miserably, wondering now what he would do because she couldn't answer him.
He saw the fear in her eyes and smoothed her hair again, the act of being gentle feeling strangely unreal to him after having been cruel to people for so long. His fingers moved to her face and brushed over her cheekbone, feeling the slight swell there from his blow and he stared into her eyes. "I regret hitting you more than you'll ever know. You don't have to worry about anyone beating you, it'll never happen again."
"You don't..." she began and had to swallow as she tried again. "You don't have to say that."
Mark frowned. "Why not?"
"It's just....you....you own me now," she explained.
"Yeah, I guess I do, at that," Mark murmured, his eyes dropping to her mouth. He pursed his lips. "That means I can do what I like with you and you can't complain or stop me, right?"
Ellie nodded, disappointed because she had briefly felt hope that he would maybe be kind to her.
"In that case.....why have you been fighting me since we first got here?" he asked her, raising one eyebrow and waiting for her to answer. When she didn't say anything but just stared at him in surprise he found himself smiling. "Nothing to say? Hmm, maybe you won't fight me anymore then?"
Ellie watched as his eyes lowered to her mouth, seconds before his lips followed suit and he started kissing her again, not holding her down this time except with his weight as he lay half over her torso. But all thoughts of refusal left her mind as his mouth pressed warmly down over hers, his lips full and sensual as they expertly parted hers and his tongue snaked inside the warm recesses to taste her. It was the most erotic thing she had ever felt with his lips pressing firmly on hers, his tongue touching the corners of her mouth and running just under her top lip. She found herself opening her mouth a little wider for him and moving her tongue slowly up to touch his, surprised at the fact that she could taste him and she didn't find it in the least repellent. In fact, he tasted wonderful and she lightly raked her teeth over his tongue, making him redouble his efforts and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. He pulled back from the kiss only because he was having difficulty getting enough oxygen to his lungs through his nose, his body needing more as he became more aroused.
Ellie felt his mouth leave hers with a sense of acute loss, but he didn't pull away from her, instead running his lips over her cheek and then down to her neck, nibbling and sucking softly at the slender column until he reached the curve between neck and shoulder. She jumped at the pleasurable sensations his touch caused in this area and she felt him smile against her skin.
"Right there, huh?" he murmured into her ear before attacking her neck again, licking at the sensitive area and then biting gently.
Mark felt her writhing under him even at such innocent love play and his body lurched painfully against her, seeking relief. He quickly moved his mouth down the slope of her breasts, pulling her loosened dress down over the curves and then moving to cup the firm mounds in his hands. She arched up under his touch, biting her lip when his thumb found a nipple and rubbed over it, feeling it peak quickly under his fingertips. He leaned down and took the hardness in his mouth, drawing on it through the lace of the bra. Ellie lifted her hands to his head to pull him away from her body at the shock of his first touch, but her hands slid into his hair and couldn't let go when he started suckling her. He quickly grew frustrated at the cloth being in his way and he sat back on his haunches, stripping her of the dress and underwear as quickly as he could without being rough. His own clothes started to follow, his shirt floating through the air and his hands unbuttoning his pants. The sight of her laying gasping on the bed without a stitch on stopped him from finishing his task as he came down on her again, his mouth returning to her breasts to feast on the beauty of her.
The feel of his mouth without any cloth in the way was intense and Ellie whimpered as her body started to feel tight and nerveless, her hands clawing into his hair as her legs thrashed about. She wanted....she didn't know what she wanted, but she knew he could give it to her.
She felt his mouth move down over her quivering stomach as if through a fog and then he gently pulled her thighs open, one big hand on each leg making it impossible to close herself to his avid gaze. His eyes fell to the soft folds he had uncovered, one hand moving up to run up and down the moistness he found there, making her almost jump off the bed when he discovered the small knot of nerves hidden within.
He continued teasing the slick flesh even as she tried to protest, his fingers delving deeper until he could slide one long digit inside her, feeling her tense around it. He could feel the barrier inside her and couldn't hide the smile on his face. He would be her first and as far as he was concerned she would never lay with anyone else. He pushed his finger in and out of the tight warmth while he bent down and licked slowly at her, concentrating on the small nub that was rapidly swelling with arousal as he manipulated her. He added another finger to the first and scissored them, pushing at the entrance of her passage, massaging the walls. She was moaning and thrashing about at this point and when he felt her tightening yet further around his digits he withdrew and sat back to rip the rest of his clothes off, leaving her unfulfilled.
Ellie lay back on the bed, panting from what he had been doing to her and stared at him, her mouth dropping open helplessly when he stripped off the last of his clothes and she saw for the first time the differences between men and women. Not having ever seen a naked man before, she wasn't sure if his size was normal or not, but he looked huge to her eyes and she felt her mouth dry out.
Mark saw the look and lowered himself back to the bed, cupping her face in one big hand. "Don't panic, I'm not going to hurt you, okay?"
"But..."
He put his mouth over hers to silence her and then started slowly stroking her body again until she had totally forgotten her earlier fear and was almost begging him to end the torture. He smiled tightly as he positioned himself, wondering if he could actually go as slow as he needed to. He nudged against the slick folds with his arousal, parting them delicately and pushing inside as slowly as he could, tensing as he felt the tight walls of her passage closing around him like a wet fist, almost making him climax before he could get fully inside her. When he felt the barrier he stopped and started kissing her, his tongue shooting deeply into her mouth at the same time as he put pressure on her, his hip muscles bunching as he pushed slowly through the fragile membrane. His eyes widened and he looked into hers as he felt the barrier give and he entered her as deeply as he could, resting for a few seconds so she could adjust to the invasion.
Ellie's pupils dilated as a fierce pain tore through her body when he took her virginity, her gasp of pain swallowed as he kissed her. She felt tears trickle down from her eyes and winced when he settled fully inside her, wondering how long the pain would last.
Mark felt her erratic breathing and drew his head back, staring at her pained expression, even though he had tried to be careful. For a second he thought of how he had originally planned to just take her and slake his own lust, and he was thankful he hadn't. He would have damaged her physically had he acted in that way, and he briefly wondered why he was suddenly being nice, regardless of the fact that it actually felt good. He dropped small distracting kisses over her face and neck until he felt some of the tension go out of her, her body starting to relax as the pain eased. When he looked at her again she was staring right back at him, a look of amazement in her eyes when he flexed his hips slightly, giving her a rush of pleasure that replaced the pain. He moved his hand down to her soft stomach and stroked over it slowly. "Better now? Has the pain gone?"
She licked her lips and nodded, her eyes closing when he moved his hips from side to side just to be sure she wasn't lying to him. He could see the pleasure on her face and so repeated the movement, a deep laugh rumbling from his chest when she gasped and arched her back, her arms going to his shoulders to draw him down on her again and her legs lifting up to curl at his waist. The feel of her tightening around him at the change of position made him grit his teeth as he started to move, trying to control himself. Nothing had ever felt this tight, he thought, feeling her body hold him firmly as he moved back and forth inside her. Every time she arched her back and thrust her hips up at him unconsciously he had to almost bite through his tongue to keep it slow and steady, but finally he snapped, her fingernails digging into his back pushing him past his limits and he started thrusting into her hard and fast, glad to feel her move with him every step of the way.
The feel of her body starting to spasm made him intensify his efforts, until he gave one last thrust and buried himself inside of her, his hands pulling her hips tight up against him as he threw his head back and groaned, erupting in her depths.
Ellie just about passed out from the intense pleasure, falling limply back on the bed as his weight came down on top of her, almost stopping her from breathing. Not that it mattered, she thought. She hadn't known such feelings existed and she couldn't seem to get her heart to slow down or her breathing to even out. She could still feel him inside her and she moved her hips slightly, feeling him tense and raise his head.
"Don't move like that, darlin'," he murmured, taking a few deep breaths.
She frowned in confusion. "Why not?" she asked him, surprised at the husky sound of her voice.
"Because...unh..." he broke off as she helplessly did it again and his body responded in a way it shouldn't have been able to, at least not yet.
She felt him start to grow inside her again and her eyes widened, fixing on his as he smiled lopsidedly. "That's why," he said, moving his own hips from side to side until he was fully hardened. "Do you hurt?"
"Hurt?" she asked, trying not to move her hips again even though her body seemed to be taking over from her mind.
"Here," he said, moving his hand to where they were joined and stroking her gently. "Are you ready to do that again?" He didn't know what he'd do if she said she was sore, he wasn't sure if he could stop himself.
"I....I'm not...it doesn't hurt...oooohhh," she gasped as he immediately started moving on her, apparently having only waited long enough to make sure she could take it again before doing what he was desperate to do. She heard him laugh at her shocked reaction before the pleasure quickly became unbearable again and she spun off into another world.
Mark could feel himself swelling as he pumped back and forth inside her, felt her own tremors begin and then he almost passed out as she came, her muscles clamping down on him so hard that he thought she would unman him. He buried himself as deep as he could get and exploded, his back forced into a tight arch as he pulsed again and again. Finally it was over and he collapsed on top of her, letting his shrinking flesh slip from within the snug warmth that had so recently cradled it.
***Thanks for the reviews so far. I have a feeling I start too many sentences with He or She, so please critique this if you wish!***
