What's left of her pale pink dress glows in the moonlight, reflecting light where there is only absence of it.
I pull up the dress and mount her back, but I want to see her face. I need her to look into the eyes she claims to dream of. I roll her onto her back. She flails at me and I grab her two hands and pin them underneath one of mine.
“Vesp, this is what happens when you try to leave me.”
I reach down and feel for the plug I put in her ass. It's still firmly lodged in her tight asshole. There's only one way to fuck in the ass, in my opinion, and that's rough.
I pull it out and her body tightens as she moans. All I have thought about was popping that ass cherry. Now I am dangerously pent-up.
“Please. I didn't want to run. You…you made me…” she pleads through shuddered breaths.
“No Vesp, you wanted to. You wanted to leave me, after I've been good to you. After you told me you wanted me. But you're a liar. A manipulator.”
“No-no-no. That's not true,” she sobs.
“Vesp. Shut up and take your punishment.” I spit into my hands and coat my cock, so hard and sensitive to the touch. “This won't be long, but it's going to hurt like hell.”
I use my available arm to hoist her pelvis up against my hips for leverage. And then I begin to push into her asshole. She groans as I push my way in. It's so fucking tight, and when I finally get halfway in, she screams. She tries to wriggle away.
“Don't!” I grunt, securing her hips.
“Oh god,” she wails as I push all the way in. I stay there. Living in that moment eternal, where my dick is gripped by her virgin ass. “It hurts. It hurts,” she weeps.
Her cries subside into gentle sobs.
“You've never been fucked in the ass, have you?”
She refuses to answer.
“I asked a fucking question.” I push my hips against her for punctuation.
She shakes her head and the glossy trail of tears twinkle in the moonlight.
“Breathe,” I tell her. “I've had your mouth and your pussy. And now I'm taking your ass. You'll be all mine, Vesp. Filled with my cum in every hole.”
I run my hands over her breasts, up her shoulder and gently brush her hair.
“One day you will beg for me to fuck you in the ass. But I have to break you in, first. So right now, this is all about me and I don't give a fuck about how you feel.”
I slide the soothing hand down from her crown and over her mouth, pressing down. Her eyes expand in panic and I pull out and thrust back in. Fucking her into submission. Her thick, vibrato screams struggle to make it past my hand. Vesp's asshole chokes my cock so hard, so unrelentingly, that it's pulsating inside of her in seconds, releasing a huge load into her, dominating a part of her no one else has ever had.
I pull out and roll over onto the cool mud next to her. She doesn't move, but she's whimpering, trembling.
My mind is clearer now. And a part of me begins to wonder if this was fair. I shouldn't care, but Vesper makes me think of things differently. Unlike the others, she is my responsibility. She is my ward.
I roll over, and she puts her hands up like I'm going to hurt her.
“No…no…” she mumbles.
“Shhhh,” I offer, scooping her up in my arms. She wraps hers around my neck and cries into my chest, her body shaking uncontrollably. I've hurt her. Probably because of things that happened earlier that had nothing to do with her.
She kept the plug in her ass. She did what I asked earlier, so it's only right I give her something to show I appreciate the compliance.
I carry her back to the cabin and sit her on the chair. I'm shocked at what I see. It's not just the mud and the torn gown. She's covered in blood, like I slashed her with the knife. I look down and see I am too.
I point at her, without the distraction of anger or sex, I'm afraid of what I'll sound like if I speak.
Her eyes are hollow, as if she's still wondering how she ended up here, and looks down. She touches the dress and follows it down to the hem, her fingers trail her thighs.
“I'm…I'm…sorry,” she mutters. I watch as she musters all the strength she has to tell me what she feels is a disappointment. “I have my period.”
Christ. How did I not think about that? Maybe it's because I didn't have a sister, or I've never lived intimately with a woman. But I've been around animals, and blood is just another part of life. I don't blame her for it.
So I use this as an opportunity. To show her that if she stays, if she's honest with me and doesn't try to manipulate, then I can be something gentler. I can give her the things she needs if she gives me what I need.
I reach for her hand and bring her to her feet. I switch off the light in the cabin so we can't see, all we can do is feel. Finally, I can remove this mask in front of her so I can fucking breathe.