Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Good, then let us seal this marriage deal with a kiss," he grinned.

"Um. No. Not until the wedding day."

He shrugged. "Fine. But just so we're clear, for that year you are mine. No part of you is off limits to me."

"Sure. Ok. But I want to be treated right." She sat up and glared at him. "I mean it."

"Explain...."

"I want to be respected and treated like a person, not a sex toy. I want respect and my opinion and voice to count."

"Right.... Okay, I think I can manage that. I'll be respectful and what not, but you'll still be doing everything kinky in the book."

"Right..."

"You will learn to love it in a year. Having holes filled, toys crammed in you, all of that," he grinned. "When I get my one phone call today, I will have a lawyer start drafting up a contract. Marriage for a year. During that year you do whatever I say. After it, you are free to take half my money and do what you want with it."

"Do what you say!? Hey! I said I'm not a doll!"

"No, you are not, but I'm not going to get suckered into something where we get married and then you buy a chastity belt and wear it for a year."

"I wouldn't do that. Though it is a nice plan...it's dishonest." She held out her hand. "Shake on it." He looked at her hand, slowly he slipped his inside hers and shook. She nodded with it then pulled her hand back. "Oh, what's your name?"

He rolled his eyes and groaned. Good thing her mouth was going to be too full of cock to talk. "Eli."

"Right. Eli. And last name?"

"Hawthorne."

"Yeah...I'm keep my last name."

"Nope. I want my little wifey to be perfect!"

"Fine, I'll add your last name but I'm keeping mine still."

"Deal."

"Good."

"So, how about a premarital blowjob?"

"No."

"Thenhow about I finger you?"

"No!"

"Hand job?"

"NO!"

"Just so we're clear. 'No' is not going to be a part of your vocabulary at my home sweetie."

"Whatever," she waved it off. "And don't call me sweetie. You can leave now."

"Sure thing sweetie. Love you dear," he teased.

"I hate you," she groaned.

"Oh, you'll hate me even more once we're married."

"Just get out before I change my mind!"

He smirked and whistled before walking out. Peyton laid back on her bed. Was she really going to do this? Sell her body? She just wanted out of this place...and she needed money to have a life... With his one free call he talked to his lawyer to get everything arranged. They would sign the documents in a week and be married once he was out. Peyton went to group therapy the next day after her wound was cleaned.

"Yo, doc, I'm going to be leaving soon so mind if I just jet."

"What do you mean 'jet'?"

"I mean I'm going. My stay here was temporary and now I've found something better to occupy my time with." He looked to Peyton and winked. Peyton rolled her eyes and groaned. He stood and walked over to her. "Coming wifey?"

She paled. "Stop calling me that or I'll kick you!"

"Why? You will be my little wifey soon."

"Say it again and the deal is off!"

He groaned and offered her his hand. "Come on. I'm calling my work. I'm getting out of here." She looked at the doctor and ripped the number off her gown before taking his hand. He grinned and pulled her with him. Going to the front office, he made his phone call. "Yeah. No, I'm better. I'll be taking some time off from work to get my affairs in order though I should be there by the end of the month." With a wide grin, he handed the phone to one of the orderlies so that they could verify the paperwork. Within an hour, he was a free man and both he and her were signing the paperwork for their agreement while the hospital minister waited to marry them.

"Married here? But...I'm still wounded and in a hospital gown!"

"Yes, but they won't let you out until I have authority for you and can release you," he explained. "Don't worry. I'll get some lingerie and clothes for you on our way home."

"I'm not wearing lingerie with a sling!"

"Yes you will," he grinned. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle till you heal."

"This...sucks..." she said under her breath.

"No, not yet, but it will," he promised with a wink. Taking her hand, he nodded to the minister. She said her vows quickly, wanting this over fast.

Once he said his, his hands slid up her face, turning her face toward him as his mouth pressed to hers, massaging her lips while guiding them open. She kept her eyes open, waiting for him to finish. Once her mouth was open enough, he slid his tongue into her mouth, probing it with great skill while he pulled her against him. She winced as he hit her shoulder but she didn't pull back.

Once he was through, he pulled back and nodded. "We can go now, wife." She wiped her lips and moved her hand to her shoulder. "We'll get you some pain killers on the way out."

"Right, ok," she said with a nod.

It wasn't long before he had a large bottle of pain pills and he was given the keys to the Corvette he had before entering this God forsaken place. Peyton looked back at the building as she walked out the front doors. She wouldn't miss it and yet she felt she was leaving a lot behind. Once they were in the nice posh leather seats of his car, he ran his hands over the interior and turned on the music. He was married. What the hell was he thinking? Who knew. Certainly not him. All he knew was that the next year was going to be an awesome one. Peyton was numb for the drive. She was numb for the shopping and numb when they got back in the car with all the bags of clothes. She felt dazy. She wasn't sure if it was because of the pain killers or the fact that she was just numb to the fact that she had just done the most reckless thing in her life.

They began to leave the country and move toward the city. Soon there was the bustling city before them as hundreds of cars drove past and the city was ablaze with life. It wasn't long before he pulled into a parking area and opened the door for her. "Come on. My penthouse is on the top floor." Slowly she got out of the car in new heels, a new dress, and new bra and panties. Fixing her sling, she walked inside and went to the elevator. "So tell me, do I know bra sizes or do I know bra sizes?" he asked, watching as she shifted her chest, never wearing a real bra before. As for him, he was sporting a new pair of dress clothes which made him look like a completely different person.

"It's a bra. There is nothing special about it," she shrugged. "So do I have to wear a ring and be introduced as your wife or are you shutting me up in your place?"

"I'm not going to simply make you trade one prison for the next. I'm a sex addict not a monster. You will wear a ring, you are my wife after all. I will set you up a small bank account with an allowance. During the day when I go out to work you are free to do as you please. You can call a cab and go shopping or relax in front of the television. The only rules I have are this. Learn to cook. I'd like a meal when I get home from work; and once I am home you are to greet me in lingerie. I won't go into rules about sex, but needless to say there will be a lot of it."

"And you will be having sex with other people too?" she asked as she looked up at him.

"Nope. As long as everything goes well with you, then I will simply ravage you every evening and morning before and after work."

She nodded. "Well, if you do. Then please, wrap it so I don't get anything icky. Oh, and you'll be wrapping it for us too right? Because I so didn't sign up to be a mom."

"No, I'm going to give you some pills so that we don't have to worry about that."

"Good." She nodded, satisfied with that.

Once they were out of the elevator, he opened up the door to his home away from home. He sighed at the beauty of it. His large screen television. Huge entertainment system. Large kitchen. Beautiful furniture. It was his pride and joy. "Home sweet home. Come on sweetie, I'll show you to our bedroom," he grinned. She sighed. Slipping her shoes off at the door, she followed him to the bedroom. His bedroom was much like you would expect from him. A large comfy bed. Dim lighting, huge closets, and a Barry White collection. "Set your stuff where you can. This is your new room." She set her things down by the closet and looked around. He had such nice things. He sat down on his bed and kicked his shoes off with a sigh. "So how long till your arm is free from its sling?"

"A few more days. Then another month before the stitches come out."

He nodded. "Come here and lay down with me." Slowly she moved to the bed and laid back. "I'm going to take you," he explained. "It will be hurt, but until you are well I will be gentle."

"That's nice...I guess..." she whispered.

"Don't look so scared," he said, moving over her and caressing her cheek. "I will be sweet and kind. Would you like me to explain what is going to happen?" She shook her head. Then stopped and nodded instead. "Okay. I'm going to remove your clothes and slide my fingers into you. If you relax it will be easier. You're going to be tight, too tight to accommodate me which means it will hurt because you will be stretched by my girth. However, if you manage to go through the pain for a little while, it will start to feel really good. I know every inch of the female body, and I can assure you that I can make it the most pleasurable experience you have ever had."

She took a deep breath. He wasn't always going to be this nice. She knew that. And usually she would say something smart or be cold...but really...he was giving her a lot and all she had to do was give herself up a bit. It was time for a change anyway...

His hands slid up her thighs, reaching beneath her dress to pull her panties down. Tossing them to the ground, he moved her dress off of her shoulders, being careful of her arm as he slid her dress down her body. Her naked body was before him, and this time she was all his. She moved her arm slightly once the sling was gone. She shifted and watched him as he stared at her. He really was a pervert. His hands began to trail over her body, reaching up; he took the weight of her breasts in his hands and began stroking her nipples. She stiffened and shifted again. Slowly he leaned forward and kissed the top of her breast, his lips wrapping around her nipples and sucking on the hardened flesh while his fingers slid down and pressed against her. She gripped the sheets and stared up at the ceiling. Her eyes widened when she saw that the ceiling was a bunch of mirrors. Yes, he was a real pervert. He sucked harder on her nipple, his fingers sliding into her, curling over that special spot while pumping deeper into her so that she would get stretched out for him. She bit her lip and moved her legs about, trying hard not to give in. But her back arched and she found herself wanting more.

His free hand began to undo his pants. Soon they were in a pile on the floor while he pushed his boxers down as well, revealing the fact that he was already hard and eager to shove into her. Even so, he wouldn't give into it. While he pumped her with his fingers, he moved his cock over her thighs, letting her feel his precum trailing over before pressing it against her clit and rubbing it with his tip.

Her good hand went to his arm and squeezed it. "I...I'm going to cum..."

"Go ahead. You'll be doing that a lot," he whispered. His fingers moved from her opening as he trailed his cock over her lips. Spreading them apart, the tip of his cock slid into her.

At the same time, she arched higher and cried out. Her juices coated his cock and in the midst of her orgasm he slid himself further into her, allowing her walls to contract, pulling him deeper inside under her own control so it wouldn't hurt so bad. Her eyes widened and she cried out again as he pushed into her. She shook from both her orgasm and the pain. He held her hips, his cock pushing deeper and deeper. There was a trail of blood dripping onto his sheets. He'd already popped her cherry in the midst of her orgasm.

"Ouch!"

He leaned forward and kissed her breast, sucking gently before meeting her gaze. "Give it a few moments. It is going to hurt for a little while."

"You're too big. I'm going to rip..."

"No, you aren't. Just take a few breaths." He frowned and looked down at his cock. Only half way in. "Look, I'll take it only this far for now. Okay?"

She whimpered but nodded. He began to stroke her clit to ease her pain, trying to over flow her body with pleasure as he began to slide himself back out of her before pumping forward. Peyton hissed. Her hand gripped his shoulder tightly and she closed her eyes. He kept his pace slow and steady, trying to stretch her out the best he could before increasing his pace. He could tell that she wasn't expecting anything like this. Sex ed probably wasn't something she came across before being locked up.

Slowly her hand moved down to his hip. She looked up at him. "Can...can I ask a favor?"

He gave her a curious expression. "What is it?"

"Can you...just hold me too?"

He hesitated, but slowly he wrapped his arms around her to hold her. Of course this action made his cock slide deeper into her when he thrust. She buried her face in his should while her arm went around him. This wasn't what she wanted it to be. It was suppose to be sweet in her head. Romantic and soft. She was suppose to be in love and so was he. No, this was just stupid.

"Relax," he whispered. "You'll be feeling better soon."

Things were going to change for her from this moment on. She knew that she was now just a sex slave. It was always going to hurt in some way, shape, or form. Even if it wasn't physical. She was going to regret this for the rest of her life. Once he felt her walls around him loosen, he began to pump slightly faster and harder, letting his cock fill her more while he panted above her. She gripped him tighter. When the pain was gone, she could feel his cock so clearly sliding in and out of her. Slowly her body relaxed and she started panting on him. He grinned when he felt her panting. Her body was relaxing. She was growing more comfortable with it. With him. He guided himself upward, his fingers circling around her clit before his lips crashed down on hers, massaging them tenderly. Slowly her eyes closed and she pressed into the kiss while moving her legs up slightly and feeling him go deeper.

His tongue flicked over her lips, parting them slightly before letting it slide into her. Soon it was pressing against her tongue, letting it curl and twirl around her. His cock was throbbing. It wouldn't be long before he would have to give into the pleasure and release. She wouldn't kiss him back though he tried to get her to. Mostly she focused on the feeling of his cock. It was...annoying. She wasn't even trying to enjoy it. Pulling his lips from hers, he sighed before tensing, his cock filling her walls with cum. She moved her hand back to the bed and relaxed completely.

He kissed her neck and relaxed on top of her, his arms sill wrapped around her. "Be honest, was you rfirst time as bad as you thought it would be?"

"No...but it wasn't as good either..."

"I see. I am sorry."

She moved her head to the side and stared at the wall. "Why are you sorry?"

"Simple. Despite what you might believe, I'm not a monster. I enjoy sex, and I wanted you to enjoy it as well. After all, a girl’s first time is suppose to be memorable in a good way."

"I'll remember it..." she whispered. It was kind of hard to forget something like giving herself to a stranger.

"You forgot the last part about remembering it in a good way."

She turned to look at him. "You said you wanted me to be honest..."

"That I did..."

She sighed and looked away again. "I'll go out and buy a cook book tomorrow."

"Alright." He slowly pulled his cock out of her, letting his cum flow out of her. "I'm going to take a shower. Feel free to join me, or if you want feel free to wait until I'm through."

She pulled the covers over her naked form. "I'll wait."

He nodded and went to the bathroom. Soon the sound of the shower filled the bedroom. When he was gone, she went to the phone. Dialing her father's number she talked to him, explaining things while he yelled about her being reckless and not caring about her well being. After about mid way in the conversation, she hung up and went back to the bed to wait.

He came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked from her to the phone. "How did daddy take it?"

"I'm a horrible daughter and I shouldn't be so reckless," she shrugged. Walking past him, she went to the bathroom and closed the door.

He let her do as she pleased. Going to the living room, he rummaged through his fridge. There wasn't much left in there that was actually edible. Groaning, he tossed most of it away and decided to just order a pizza for the both of them. "Hey, what do you want on your pizza?"

She looked at him as she brushed out her wet hair. "I'm not picky.”

"Alright. Meat lover's it is." Ordering the pizza, he laid back down on his bed and fumbled in his dresser for his television remote. He pressed the button as the television lowered from the ceiling so he could watch his dramas. After letting the silk gown cover her skin, she slipped in the bed and laid back with her hand over her shoulder. His arm snaked around her and slowly pulled her against him. "Shoulder still bothering you? If it is you should put your sling back on."

She pulled from him and moved back to her side of the bed. "It's just sore. And I don't sleep with it on."

He sighed when she pulled from him. "I thought you liked the whole cuddling thing."

"No, you just did it without asking," she said. "And how could you possibly know what I like?"

He frowned and rolled over to look at her. "Then tell me what you like."

"I don't want to," she said stubbornly.

He grinned and kissed her good shoulder. "It might help in the long run if you do."

She turned from him and moved to the edge of the bed, far from him. He wasn't going to give up. He moved closer to her, his body pressing against her.

"Stop it! We had sex now leave me alone until morning!"

"No. Normally I'm accustomed to having sex six or seven times a night," he told her. "I am trying hard to restrain myself right now. So let's talk about this. What do you like?"

"You not around me so freaking close!"

"Why not? That is what married people do. They lay together."

"Lay with me in your head, pervert!"

"Fine. I will leave you be if you'll kiss me goodnight, and actually kiss me back this time." She groaned and pecked his lips. He held her face while he massaged her lips, not letting her get off so easily. She pressed on his chest trying to push him again. He wouldn't let her go. Not yet.

She kneed him in the crotch and pulled back. "You are such a pervert!"

He cursed as he fell back on his bed. "Damn it! Can't we have a no crotch hitting clause."

"No! It's my only defense!"

"Defense against what!?"

"You! You being a pervert!"