I Don't Wanna Be In Love
A/N: I own NOTHING that has to do with Sweeney Todd!! Nothing!!
WARNING: I have NEVER written a scene like this and it will probably suck. Please stick with me…P.S. this is basically rape, so if it bothers you…you have been warned.
Chapter 4: Wedding Night From Hell
Johanna felt bile rise into her throat as she was pushed into his room. Her old dresser was next to his, fully stocked with her clothes. The small vanity had been placed in the corner, filled with her old personal things along with many new perfumes. Her eyes locked onto the bed. A pure white nightgown was sitting on the bed next to a long white nightshirt. She swallowed nervously.
"Feel free to change into that," James said, kissing Johanna's neck. She started and shivered, unaware that he was standing right behind her. He moved forward and took the nightshirt. Smirking, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
Moving at the speed of light, Johanna pulled off her wedding gown, and underskirts. She left the corset and her knickers in place before pulling the nightgown on quickly. She placed the dress and skirts on the vanity chair and climbed into the bed. She moved to the far edge and lay on her side, facing away from the bathroom door, pretending to be asleep.
Moments later, she cringed, hearing the bathroom door reopen. She bit her lip, keeping her eyes closed firmly as she listened to his footsteps. Johanna felt the bed sink down on the opposite side as he sat upon it. He pulled the covers back and chuckled, moving close to her.
"Ah…dearest Johanna, are you sleeping already?" he teased, knowing he wouldn't just be handed what he wanted. "And I had so…many…fun…things planned for us." As he said this, he placed his hand on her thigh and slowly moved it up to her hip. She shuddered in disgust and Turpin laughed. "Ah…not asleep. As I suspected," he said.
Johanna looked over her shoulder at him, fear and disgust in her eyes. The sneer on his face softened as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and pulled her onto her back so she was looking up at him. He placed a gentle hand on her cheek. "Johanna…I promise you that you have nothing to fear. This could be quite pleasurable for you, indeed." He said.
Johanna watched in fear as he moved over top of her, keeping a leg on either side of her. She was trapped. Her eyes darted around the room looking for a way out. The window…locked. Door, locked. Her eyes met the small fireplace, and the poker next to it. If she could reach it…
She was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his lips on hers. She pressed herself into the mattress, trying to get away from him. He bit her bottom lip roughly and she gasped in pain. Using this to his advantage, Turpin slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring her mouth and caressing her tongue. She placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. After a moment, he did so. "If you would relax, you would really enjoy this." He said. His lips moved to her neck and he began to nip and lick at her skin.
Johanna began to cry, tears slowly ran down her cheeks. She turned her head to the side, trying to avoid seeing him. Turpin slid a hand up her side, frowning when he felt that her corset was still in place. He growled and pulled the nightgown from her delicate body, eliciting a whimper from his young wife. He pulled his white nightshirt from himself and threw it on the floor.
"That's better," Turpin said, gruffly. He unlaced her corset, grinning when it fell open. Johanna tried to cover herself, but Turpin grabbed her wrists, holding them above her hand. Using his free hand, he pulled the corset from under her so her top half was completely bare. He stared, hungrily at Johanna's small breasts. She already felt his hardness pressing against her cloth-covered entrance. She didn't know much about intimacy, but she had flipped through enough of his books to know why his body was reacting in such a way.
Johanna cried out in fear and embarrassment when he took one of his breasts in her mouth. He looked up and her and sighed. "Relax," he cooed. "Try and enjoy it." He added, before his mouth found its way to her other breast. Johanna sighed in defeat, tears still slipping down her face. She stopped trying to resist him, falling limp against the bed. She let out a quiet gasp when his finger slipped beneath her knickers and into her wetness. He pumped it slowly as she continued to cry. After a moment, he slipped another finger in.
Johanna bit her lip, unable to prevent herself from arching slightly towards his hand. She groaned in frustration, and he smiled broadly, mistaking it for pleasure. He ripped her knickers from her body and placed himself at her entrance. He pushed in roughly and Johanna cried out in pain, grasping his arms for support. He gave her only moments to adjust to his girth before he began to move.
Johanna bit her lip as he moved against her, moaning loudly in pleasure. He revealed in her tight heat. He lasted only a few moments (though it seemed like years to Johanna) before spilling his seed deep inside of her. He bit her shoulder in his release, breaking the skin. She felt him pull out of her and roll to the side before pulling her towards him. She tried to pull away and he allowed her to. She laid on the edge of the bed, facing away from him as the tears continued to pour down her face.
A/N: Gah! My first lemon…it was horrible…I'm sorry…
AND!! I am soooooooooo sorry for the wait. I am a horrible person…Please forgive me!!