He pulled back and looked at her now tear stained face. She was panting—on the verge of hyperventilating. He didn’t believe that she could be a virgin, not at her age. Grabbing her by her waist to hold her still, with the hand that was already at her slit he stuck one finger in, and she cried out again at the intrusion. He had barely pushed his finger in when he felt it, the barrier; her hymen. Anya was a virgin. Holy fuck! He was stunned and quickly removed his fingers.
“How are you still a virgin? You’re beautiful and twenty-two.” This wasn’t just a question, he really wanted to know because it was too astonishing to fathom.
Sniffling and wiping the tears from her face, she answered him. Her voice shaky from her crying and her panting. “I wanted to give it to the man I loved, the man I would marry.”
Calix nodded; he could understand Anya’s reasons. It wasn’t common anymore to be a virgin on your wedding day. However, if that was what she wanted, then he would wait; a couple of weeks was nothing compared to the years he had already waited for her. He stood back and just took a minute to look at her, then he thought back to her terms. She wanted no sex, and she wanted artificial insemination that meant she would rather lose her virginity to a medical procedure.. She would rather knowingly destroy her virginity in childbirth than give it to him, than to be touched by him. The thought that she found having him touch her so abhorrent enraged him. Here he had wanted and waited for years to have her, and she was willing to live her entire life never knowing a man’s touch if that touch belonged to him.
While Calix stood there
momentarily in his own world,
contemplating this discovery, Anya quickly pulled up and fixed her underwear then pulled up her pants. She saw his face change right before her eyes, and Anya really started to panic. His face went from astonishment at her virginity, to
contemplation over the situation at hand, to what she recognized as anger, but she didn’t know about what.
Chapter 4 His voice was hard, and his face tight as he now glared down at her. “The terms you brought to me; you wanted no sex and artificial insemination, so you are knowingly choosing to destroy your virginity in the pain of childbirth and never know a man’s touch if that touch was mine!” He wasn’t asking; this was a fierce statement of the facts as he saw them.
She leaned back away from him as much as she could, given the spot she was in, and at his searing look of anger, her fight or flight instincts started to kick in. They told her this was a seriously pissed off man standing in front of her, and she needed to leave and to leave now.
Something had changed in his demeanor. This wasn’t the normal cool and calculating Calix before her. As he spoke, his voice was low and sounded menacing. “I would have been gentle with you, made love to you slowly, worshipped your body, and ensured that you enjoyed every minute of it. But, you find the thought of me touching you so disgusting that you would rather lose your virginity painfully in childbirth than with me.”
Anya quickly made to run, but he caught her by her arm and pulled her back. “So,” he glared down at her, “if it’s pain you want, then pain you’ll get.” He quickly spun her around and pushed her face down flat on his desk. She tried to scramble away, knocking things over on his desk as she did, but he grabbed her hands and held them behind her back with only one of his massive, strong hands. With his free hand, he began to yank and pull her pants and underwear down, none to gently either. Then he ripped at his zipper to free himself from his slacks and boxers. Anya, having her face pressed flat against her paperwork of terms, started crying all over them, knowing what was going to happen next.
Calix was so enraged by not just her refusal of him but to the obvious disgust she had for him and having her terms so blatantly thrown in his face; that he was deaf to her tears. He positioned himself at her opening, and he rubbed his tip along her folds. He could see that she was wet and getting wetter. So, no matter how much her mind cried no, her body was crying yes and enjoying this power play. Dominate women enjoyed being
dominated from time to time. In one quick thrust, with no thought to gentleness, he slammed into her.
“ARGH!” Anya cried out in pain as he thrust hard into her, ripping painfully through her virginity. Giving her no time to acclimate to his size or intrusion, he continued to thrust into her over and over again. He wasn’t being easy or gentle with her; he was hungrily thrashing into her, like some crazed beast unleashed. One hand securely held both of hers. The other held her hip as he kept pumping into her. She heard his groans of pleasure each time he delved inside her.
After ten minutes or so, the burn and pain that she felt at the start slowly started to ebb. Without the pain, she felt a new sensations. She felt full and stretched completely. Not being able to see him in her position, she assumed that he must be a rather large man to be able to feel him so deeply inside of her. Her tears dried up slowly as she began to feel something very different; a sensation—a pleasurable sensation—and a tightening that began to build low in her belly. She didn’t know why, but he released her arms and bent over her and started whispering in her ear.
*** Calix was beyond angry this woman had rejected and refused him publically; she was to be his wife, yet she wanted no physical contact with him. She was so appalled by him that she would even go so far to lose her virginity in childbirth. He would show her fast and hard that he wasn’t a man you refused. He had planned to show her all the pleasure she could have with him, but in denying him her body and rejecting him, once again, he was now beyond all rational reason. He was going to take what she was so boldly refusing to give him. Calix had tried to control himself, but he became crazed; she drove him mad. For a brief minute in his insanity, he wanted this to last long and hard, so that she would be sore and think of him every time she sat or moved. But, she was so tight; she was like a warm, hard, metal clamp squeezing around him. He couldn’t help but to close his eyes, throw back his head, and growl out the pleasure he was feeling. He listened as her cries slowed, then stopped and smiled to himself. Her body must be over riding her brain. It must have started to feel pleasurable to her. Wouldn’t it be the icing on the cake if he made this holier than thou woman come all around his cock?
He released her arms and leaned over her, never stopping his rhythm. He could hear her panting in a good way. Yes, she was enjoying this now. So, he decided he would not only add icing but sprinkles. He placed his lips right next to her ear to be sure she heard him.
“I’m going to make you come, Anya. I’m going to make you enjoy this so much that despite what your mind says, your body will crave my touch. I will make you come so hard that you’re going to hate yourself for enjoying it.”
He lifted himself off her then and grabbed her by both hips and really started to work her. Sweat broke out and glistened on his brow, and his teeth were clinched tightly. He was trying to hold on; he wanted to hear her scream in ecstasy before he came. He knew she would. She was just being stubborn. She didn’t want to give him the pleasure of being right.
*** After what Calix said, Anya tried her best not to feel anything, to just go numb. She was determined she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. But that low pressure began to build a pleasurable sensation down in her heated core. Though pressed against the desk, her nipples had tightened. She gritted her teeth. Her body was betraying her; she wanted to moan with the sensations she was feeling. She squeezed her eyes shut and locked her jaw in order not give in to him. But, the sensation grew stronger. Her legs started to stiffen, and no matter how much her mind wanted to keep quiet, her body broke ranks. She screamed out in pleasure as her first orgasm ever hit her hard.“AAAHHHH ohhhhhhhhh God!” Her nails clawed at his desk, trying to find purchase. She was panting, practically hyperventilating. And, as she rode out the blissful feelings going through her body, she heard him groan. “Yessss come for me, love.”
He kept thrusting, but his
movements got jerky, then he slammed hard one last time as he called
out, “Fuck ahhhhhhhh.” He came; it was by far the strongest and most pleasurable coupling he had ever experienced. He filled her womb with his warm seed, and he stayed locked inside her until he was certain that every last drop was inside her.
His breathing was labored as he looked down at her lying flat on his desk, trying to slow her breathing also. He remained inside her somewhat limp now. When Calix pulled out of her, he felt her wince and heard her sharp intake of breath. He went to place himself back in his pants, but saw that he was smeared with blood—her virginal blood. He looked at her, and she had blood smeared on her, as well. The reality of what he just done hit him there, and then he was sickened. What had he just done? Why had he lost control?
“Don’t move,” he instructed as he went into his office bathroom and cleaned himself up. He then grabbed a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and added a little soap. Calix walked back into his office, and she was still bent on his desk. Good, she’s starting to learn to listen to me. He came up behind her and started to clean her. At the feel of the washcloth on her, she sprang up.
“What are you doing?” She was unsure, and her voice showed it. He gently directed her back down onto his desk. “I’m cleaning you. Now, stay still. Please.” He added the please as an afterthought.
“I can do that myself,” she bit back. “Yes, but I’m the cause of it. I want to clean it.” Then he did something he rarely ever did. He cleared his throat before he spoke and apologized. “I’m sorry…that shouldn’t have happened that way. I was rough with you. I lost my temper thinking of you going to such extremes to avoid my touch. Despite what you may think, especially after this episode, I’m not a barbarian.” When he finished cleaning her up, he set the washcloth atop his desk then pulled up her underwear and slacks. “Stand up,” he commanded.
She followed his command without question. Anya didn’t know what he would do next. The tigress she was when she first walked in was momentarily docile in front of this man. She started to fidget with her fingers and would not meet his eyes. He reached out and cupped her cheek again, caressing her with his thumb.
“Look at me.” His voice was
remarkably softer as he spoke, and her eyes slowly rose to meet his. “Whether you like it or not, you are mine in every way now. You cannot deny me what’s mine. You chose to take this option. Now, we can have a good relationship, or we can have a bad one. The choice is yours. But, make no mistake in either one, I will get what’s mine.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and then walked around his desk to sit down.
The cool calculating Calix was back. Gone was the crazed beast. Acting like the whole forced event never happened, he began discussing the plans he had already made. “I’ve made an appointment with a wedding planner for tomorrow at two pm; don’t be late. I want the wedding to be held as soon as possible. The wedding planner informed me that she would need at least four weeks, so the date is set for next month on the tenth.”
Anya’s mind was muddled and confused, not just about what just happened but also about what he was saying. Her forehead was scrunched, and her eyes squinted as she looked at Calix. “You were so sure I’d agree you already made plans?” She watched as he gathered the papers she had brought and ran them through the shredder. When he was finished, he looked back to her.
“I knew your father. That man would sell his own mother if he could make a decent profit. And, I’ve seen you with your mother. You’d do anything for her, so, yes, I knew you would agree. Sit down.” He pointed to one of the coffee-brown leather chairs in front of his desk. “Now, you were right earlier when you said I have a prenup for you to sign. Here’s your copy. You can have your attorney look it over, but I’ll give you the Cliff’s notes and highlight key points for you. Should we divorce, you walk out of this marriage with exactly what you walked into it with. You cannot take any form of birth control until you have provided me with at least two children, though I do want more. In the event of divorce, I will have complete physical custody of any children that we have. If you try to circumvent the divorce by simply separating without filing for divorce, I will still get complete physical custody of the children. Now, for any reason—other than adultery—should I choose to divorce you, you will receive a handsome alimony settlement. But, again, I will retain full physical custody of whatever children come from our union.”
Anya’s heart sank, and it sunk further and further as she skimmed over the pre-nup he had handed her while he was talking. She shook her head, pushing the papers back at him. “No, I can’t sign these. I would never leave my children.” She glanced up at him and saw a knowing face. Of course, that was what he was counting on. Calix knew she’d never leave her children; therefore, she would never leave him. Her father was wrong as usual; she couldn’t just get pregnant and divorce him.
Her voice was low and full of pain. “Please, Calix, I can’t sign these.” His face was a totally emotionless mask; his voice steady and calm. “Then don’t. We won’t get married, and your father can find another way to pay off his debt, which he’ll have to be very quick about. Also, my seed may already be taking root in your belly as we speak. I used no protection, and, if you should fall pregnant, I will get custody of my child. Where are you in your cycle?”
Not thinking, she answered automatically, “I’m in the middle; my period is due in about two weeks.”
“Good, you’re fertile now, and you will be at the time of our wedding.” Coming out of her brief stupor, she placed her hand over her stomach and looked up to Calix. “What?”
“Fertile,” he said slower. “I may have just impregnated you. And, if I have and if you choose not to marry me, I will take full custody of my child.”
“No.” She breathed rapidly as her breaths started to speed up in panic. “I’m giving you till four o’clock to make your decision. You want your attorney to look over the papers, fine, but it’s pretty useless, because I’m not going to change anything. I need to hand these papers into my attorney before five o’clock.” As he sat there and watched her, she was in her own world. It was obvious she was in shock. She came in here thinking she was going to take charge, and she was coming to terms with the fact that she had no control in anything, nor would she ever. He saw a tear escape her eye. Calix didn’t want to be a bastard, but he’d wanted her for years, and when he’d made his move, she rejected him like a piece of trash. So, when he saw an opportunity to have her, he took it. And, there was no going back for him, not now.
Blinking rapidly, Anya came back from her daze. You could hear the defeat in her voice. “There is no point, is there?” She looked at him and saw him shaking his head. More tears escaped her eyes as she sifted to the last page of the pre-nup and signed. There, she thought, I’ve signed my life away. She was now worse off than her mother; at least, her mother had loved her father in the beginning. All she felt for Calix at the moment was hatred of the acutest kind. She stood up, closing her eyes as she winced a little at the slight pain between her legs when she moved.
“My mother got your flowers. She didn’t understand what Monday stood for, and I didn’t want her finding out, so I told her the first thing I thought of. I told her it was a friend thanking her for the invite I gave them for dinner on Monday. She’s fussed around all weekend, because I’ve never brought anyone home. So, please join me at my parents’ house for dinner, and if can’t make it, send a note of apology. If she thought this was fake for a minute or found out I was doing this for her, it would break her.” Her face was emotionless with eyes that were dead as she spoke; the sparkle of heat and passion he had seen in them was gone.
“I’d be happy to join you all for dinner,” he said softly. Anya didn’t bother with a goodbye. She just turned to leave, and he let her. He knew she needed to wrap her head around the new life she had waiting for her.
Chapter 5 Once Anya was fully ensconced in her car, the floodgates opened, and she sobbed inconsolably. She’d arrived with a game plan that she was going to get some control. Instead,
she lost it and her
virginity. She still didn’t know how to feel about what happened. Whether they were getting married or not; he had forced himself on her, which was wrong and painful. Then somehow it felt so good she even had an orgasm. Wasn’t it wrong to feel enjoyment in that situation? Did it make her sick for enjoying it in the end? Similar questions continued to assail her.
He’d been right; she hated herself right now for having enjoyed it. He’d also used no protection, and she was in the middle of her cycle. What if she did get pregnant from this? What were the odds? She was so mixed up she didn’t know what to feel. One minute he was hard and cold, then he was tender. She couldn’t believe he had washed her, such an intimate thing to do, but after he was finished he was cold again. How could she feel hatred towards him for what he had done and then feel a small smidge of wanting for the same reason?
Calix said he was not the one threatening her mother, so he wasn’t a total monster. He assured his wedding gift would be to help get her mother away from her father, but she was so mixed up with everything else that happened she forgot to ask how or when. She needed to leave. She needed to start her car up and go home, take a long hot shower, and try to absorb everything that went on this morning. She was also going to have to take another vacation day. After all, there was a wedding planner to meet tomorrow.
*** Calix watched Anya walk out of his office. He didn’t mean to take her the way he had. Well, he did, but that was when he thought she was experienced. He’d wanted a taste of her before their wedding. After waiting so long, he wanted her to see that she would enjoy being with him. When Calix found that she was a virgin, he’d intended to leave her alone till their wedding night, but when the reality of her terms and feelings about him hit him, he snapped and wanted to hurt her for not wanting him.
When he had come inside her tight, warm, wet channel, it was the most pleasurable feeling he’d ever had in his life. But, when he saw her virgin’s blood on himself, he realized what he had just done and hated himself for taking her out of anger. She deserved to be romanced with flowers and candles, not bent over a hard, cold desk. Calix didn’t understand it; he had never cared about a woman’s feelings before, but with her, he wanted her to want him as badly as he wanted her, and the fact that she didn’t want him at all got under his skin in a way that made him want to rip it off.
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