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Yes, the honeymoon. :)

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The wedding reception was held at the church after the ceremony. It was in the dining hall that was filled with tables and chairs and a loaded buffet on two sides of the room. Everyone was surprised by how large the room actually was but disappointed in the lack of entertainment. There wasn't a dance floor, nor was a deejay present. But they were happy that, even in the house of God, there was plenty of alcohol to be passed around.

My stomach was flipping like a pancake, and my heart was suffocating in a tight knot. I sat down at one of the tables, my face tucked between my moist hands. My new husband had left to get a plate of food, and I could hear him chatting from across the room. People passed by and shouted "congratulations" at him; some guests applied pressure to my shoulder or my upper back and said the same thing. The more squeezes I was given, the worse my stomach churned.

"Alright?" a female voice asked, and I had a feeling she was directing the question to me.

Still inside my hands, I managed to nod yes. "Yes," I mumbled, removing the curtain of fingers from my face and chancing a look at the person.

It was that woman that I'd seen after declaring that I would marry Gregory. It was the attractive blonde woman with the skimpy dress and impressive smirk. I hadn't noticed her voluptuous breasts that, clearly, were fake but attention-grabbing. I suddenly felt even more insignificant. "You're sure?" Her charming voice made the feeling expand.

"Yes, yes," I breathed, smoothing my hair again. "I'm fine."

I already knew I was a bad actress, but, by the unconvinced look in her eyes, I could tell she knew it as well. "I'm Elise Jones," she said, offering a skinny hand with diamond rings on her middle and pinky fingers to me.

My eyebrows moved upward in a semicircle form. "'Elise' as in..."

"Greg's ex-wife?" she finished, rolling her eyes and laughing lightly. "Yep, that's me."

Of course. That gorgeous woman would be the woman that used to be Gregory's lover and companion. She would be the woman that shared the same house with him and slept with him every night. That would be her. Elise, the blonde goddess of my husband's past.

"You're leaving me."

I blinked a couple times to readjust. The goddess' hand was still in my direction, awaiting a partner. "Oh," I said, finally shaking her limb. "It's nice to meet you." I didn't sound as sincere as I felt.

She smiled anyway. "Pleasure's mine, really," she said, releasing my pale arm. "Greg was right," she mused, her eyes studying my facial features, then moving downward.

My face flushed as I became curious. "Right about what?"

"You're positively gorgeous." Now she sounded completely sincere. And hearing the words from her made my heart unclench the smallest bit.

Slightly smiling, I thanked her. "But you're absolutely beautiful, also," I admired. Elise rolled her eyes at my honest remark. "No, really, you are!"

"Thank you," she said, tossing a glance toward the buffet tables, then looked back at me. "But, if I'm as pretty as you say, I don't think this would've happened." She was talking about the divorce, obviously, and how Gregory had cheated on her.

"I'm sor--"

Elise interrupted me by leaning so close to me, our noses were only a centimeter away from each other. I could smell the cinnamon in her breath, see the black particles of her mascara upon her lashes. "Mia," she whispered my name so it sounded like a growl. "Be careful about Greg. I know he may mean well now, but he has problems."

Once I found my voice, I squeaked out, "What do you mean?"

"Elise." The blonde pulled away and looked up, her face expressionless. My new husband and Elise's ex towered over us both. He darted between us with intense blue eyes. "Bonding, are we," he said, his tone thicker than I'd heard ever before. He sounded angry.

A smile formed on the goddess' face. "We were, yes," she told him. "Weren't we, Mia?"

I nodded, more to her than him. And we were bonding... kind of. I wished that she could've continued her warning because I needed to know everything I could about Gregory without actually asking him. I needed someone else's opinion and information. If I'd asked Gregory these things, I wouldn't have the slightest idea if he was telling the truth or pulling it out of his ass.

"Like I said before, Mia," Elise said, her sad eyes letting me know that she had to leave. "It was certainly a pleasure."

Nodding again, I replied, "Thank you. You, too."

She trotted away on her heels, and I stared as her long legs disappeared among the black pants of the male guests. "So," Gregory started, sitting beside me, "you were enjoying the conversation?"

Avoiding eye contact, I watched my fingers caress my forearm and answered, "Yes. Elise is lovely."

Gregory took a while to respond, which had me worried, but I realized it was because he had been chewing when I'd spoken. When he swallowed, he replied simply, "Good. Good."

Eventually he'd finished his plate and already some of the wedding guests were hollering good-byes and stumbling drunkenly out of the church. "Let's go, now, hmm?" Gregory offered his hand that I grabbed with confusion. He bid farewell to the remaining visitors, and I blew a kiss to the table where my family had been sitting, and then we left.

A long, black limousine was waiting outside the chapel for us. I'd never been in a limo before and was taken aback by how much space was inside the automobile. Even though I was fairly sure I already knew the answer, I asked anyway, "Where are we going?"

"The New Haven Hotel," he said matter-of-factly, following me into the seats. As the car accelerated, I felt my heart do the exact same. The moment that I'd been dreading since I'd said yes to his proposal: the honeymoon. I had no experience in anything romantic or sexual; I'd just had my first kiss less than an hour ago. I wouldn't have a clue on what to do or how to please him. And, after eavesdropping on classmates' private conversations during study halls, I'd heard them say that losing their virginities was... to say the least, painful and uncomfortable. And to do it with someone that you hardly knew...

"Here, Anthony," Gregory announced to the driver, a smile in his voice. His eyes rested on me and his hand curled with one of mine. "Ready?"

Of course I wasn't! No! No, I wasn't ready to do this! I wasn't ready to sacrifice my innocence to a man I barely knew. No. I didn't want to do this!

"As ready as I'll ever be," I whispered, faking a smile to match his. My heart was pounding inside my ribcage.

The driver opened the door for us. Gregory led the way through the entrance way doors. When we reached the counter, Gregory spoke quickly to the lady behind the desk, explaining that it was our honeymoon and that he'd paid for the most expensive suite they had. I'm sure the price for the room was only pocket change for this millionaire.

He pulled away from the counter with a satisfied grin, the key for the room in his big hand. "Off we go, Mrs. Harrison," he said to me, then picked me up easily, swinging me into his arms so he could carry me traditionally up to the room. I wrapped my arms, instinctively, around his thick neck, and he took this as a chance to kiss me and plunge his tongue down my throat, nearly gagging me. He walked unsteadily to the elevator, just missing the corner of one of the pathways as I almost hit it. As he breathed roughly onto my face, he pushed the buttons on the wall. I tried to pull away from him as his tongue continued to invade my mouth, but every time I leaned further back, it only made him force himself farther in. Every stroke of his organ along my flesh was rough, fast, and awkward.

When the sound of a ding interrupted our "make-out session" and Gregory released my lips finally, I thought he would be finished for the time being. I was wrong. He walked through the open doors of the movable cube, pressed another button with the tip of his new key, and replaced his mouth onto mine, lavishing me with more harsh kisses. I groaned quietly into his mouth, a small suggestion to stop. Thankfully, he understood, but retreated down to my neck where he suckled my skin.

This felt better than his assault on my face, but, when he started to nip with his teeth, I had the urge to shove him off. Gregory must've slept with plenty of women during his days, yet his actions lacked the romance I believed a couple would acquire during their first night together. "Greg..." I tried to say through my heavy breathing.

"Hm?" was all he managed with his mouth suctioned to my body.

"Uhm... Can't we... wait... until we're in the... room?" I paused between phrases to make sure I could manage my breathing. 'Inhale, exhale,' I reminded myself.

My question made him pull back. He had a look on his face like he was a puppy in trouble for peeing on the carpet. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, eyes wide.

Blushing madly, I shook my head. 'Inhale, exhale, inhale exhale.' "No... no, I'm fine..." I panted, shaking my head.

He smiled his slight-smile innocently. "Then what's the problem, Mia?" he questioned, planting a soft peck on my forehead.

A weird feeling of moisture slinked in my groin, and I realized that his acts were pleasing to my body. I, honestly, had the feeling of alarm and worry swirling inside my head influencing me to push him off and dart away. The rest of my body was, evidently, oblivious to those sentiments.

Swallowing, I opened my mouth to speak, but another ding rang around us and the doors of the elevator opened.

"Oh," Gregory said, turning his head in the direction of the open hallway, then looked to me. "Guess we're ready to continue, hmm?" The smile was less slight now.

He carried me down the path to the end, stopping at Room 620. He easily inserted the key into the lock and twisted his wrist, both of us hearing a click. My heart raced wildly inside. Rotating the doorknob with his hand, the room became open for us to see. The walls were cream with abstract, framed paintings hanging on different walls. There was a walkway to a closet, laundry section, and bathroom, while the main area consisted of the bedroom and kitchen. The bed was definitely king-sized and looked very comfortable with its thick, white comforter and pillows. Too bad it made me want to vomit.

Gregory gazed at the room as though he were interested in the detailed images or the thickness of the bed, but I was sure that the room was the last thing on his mind. I tried to avoid his eyes when they returned to my face, but he caught my eyeing him from the full-length mirror across from the giant bed. "You're okay, right?" He cared less about my answer; we were still going to do it anyway. "We can do something else..." he offered, his voice light. "Watch TV... relax in the Jacuzzi..."

"Uhm..." I said, sounding ridiculously meek, "I'm fine."

"Yeah?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay." Gregory kissed my forehead again and let my down onto my heels. "The bathroom's over there," he told me, motioning with his hand. "Go... er, freshen up, or whatever you need to do. Relax, babe, okay?"

'Ugh,' I groaned to myself at the word "babe."

"Okay."

I walked in the direction of the bathroom and locked the door behind me. There were no windows, so I couldn't escape. There were no pills or razors in the cupboard, so I couldn't pull a suicidal stunt. Sighing quietly, I realized that I was just going to have to deal with the fact that tonight I was destined to lose my virginity to a man that I didn't know.

'Maybe it won't be so bad,' I told myself as I kicked off my shoes, my inner-voice even sounding weak. 'Maybe he'll be romantic and go slow. Maybe he'll pass out before we get to the intercourse part.' I wasn't convincing. At all.

My hand started to shake as I reached around to unzip my dress. I slipped out of it, standing only in my bra and underwear. Continuing to shake, I force my hand to run through my dark mane and I shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. 'Everything will be fine... Just fine...' Shallow exhale. "Okay," I whispered, lifting my eyelids.

I unlocked the door and opened it, then walked between the walls of the hall back out to the main room to find Gregory Harrison standing in front of the bed, his only article of clothing still on him being his boxers. His light grey chest hair was speckled all over between his neck and pecs down to his navel. He had a muscular build that was very intimidating, but I was more afraid of the bulge that was present underneath the cloth of his undergarment.

I hadn't realized that it seemed as though I were drooling over him until he chuckled, the noise frightening me back into reality. "All relaxed now?"

'No.' "Yes," I answered aloud, a pit of doom growing inside my stomach.

"Come here," he commanded gently, holding out his arms, reminding me of my father when I was smaller. Nervously, I stumbled forward, my body getting closer and closer to his. When we were inches away from each other, his hands grasped mine and yanked me into him, my breasts slamming into his burly torso. I gasped in surprise, but, mid-gasp, his lips clashed into mine, a tight hold that I couldn't pull away from as hard as I tried.

The kisses were the same - hasty and rowdy - but more intense. Something like passion but with an edge was the effect behind his kiss as he held me close and forced himself on me. Without any control, Gregory spun us around and drove us onto the mattress. His hands snaked along my arms, holding them back behind my head, and he'd positioned his thighs on mine so that I couldn't move. Now that we were married and this was our honeymoon, if I were to say no and wish he would stop, would it be considered rape?

With a "pop", he released my lips and smirked. "You're so sexy, Mia..." he purred, his voice husky.

I swallowed and breathed, each breath sounding heavier than the first. "Greg..."

"Shh," he hushed, pecking my lips. "Arch your back."

Holding back the tears that I could feel underneath my eyelids, I did as I was told. His left hand unlatched my arm and curved behind me, undoing the shield that covered my pristine breasts. Two of his fingers pinched the strap above my right arm and pulled it down, then he did the same with my opposite limb before discarding the fabric onto the carpeting. I'd always admired the shape of my chest and the curves of my breasts. They weren't large at all; just a delicate cupping of glands topped with bright pink nipples. Through the monthly task of checking my bosom for lumps, I'd come to find out that my fleshy mounds were quite sensitive, especially around the rosy nubs. And Gregory soon figured this out too.

Mr. Harrison knelt his face close to my chest, placing small kisses onto my exposed skin. He put his mouth around my right nipple, and I immediately responded with a shuddering gasp that I couldn't hold back if I tried. The lips of my vagina tingled with excitement and wetness trailed along the slit. He moaned as he suckled gently. I had to force myself to breathe. 'Inhale, exhale!' My head tilted back into the pillow, for I was unable to watch him. That would help delay the swarming pit within me from expanding any further. "Oh!" I cried out when he took in the other pebble upon my different breast. I could hear the suction of his lips, like a baby being fed from a bottle. As nauseating as it sounded, it turned my body on immensely.

He carried on the treatment for a long time, and I could feel my cheeks redden as my womanhood became very wet. With my face directed at the ceiling still, I hadn't seen the smirk on his tanned face until I felt and heard that my breasts were no longer being assaulted. Leaning forward, I panted, and I could see the satisfaction in his blue eyes. I was reminded of a hungry wolf. As though it could distract me, he captured my lips with another harsh yet tender lock and looped his thick index fingers around the sides of my underwear and yanked them down to my ankles.

The tears reformed inside my eyes; this was it.

After flicking the undergarment off of my legs, he positioned himself between my creamy thighs, his eyes growing more ravenous. I couldn't turn myself away from his irises out of fear that that would upset him, so I watched his broad tongue poked out from his thin lips and slurped along my extreme wetness. The action sent a mass of shivers down my back and a small moan fled my throat. I'd read before that the clitoris of a female is the most sexually, if not entirely, sensitive organ on her body, so I was prepared for shocks of pleasure to race through my veins. Gregory's tongue slithered and licked, and when his eyes fell on me and the tip of his tongue became dart-like toward the top of my pussy, I was remotely ready for him.

But I'd barely felt anything.

I could feel the pressure of his tongue upon the sexual organ, but I wasn't deeply thrown by this at all. His eyes slightly narrowed and his licks sounded like they were hastening. Maybe something was wrong with me? Or wrong with my body? Why wasn't I being driven into the greatest euphoria that ever existed? I decided probing for the answers of these questions wasn't necessary as my husband's face contorted slowly into anger. I moaned loudly, grasping the covers of the bed with my hands. The movement was entirely fake, but it brought back Gregory's grin and confidence. I forced myself to groan more as his licks gradually came to an end.

He seemed upset that I hadn't ejaculated when he lifted himself up onto his knees. He rolled around, facing the mirror, and made shuffling noises. I laid back, pretending I wasn't over the false-bliss from his lapping of my twat. The bed shook as he repositioned himself, and I looked up and my breath was caught in the back of my throat. Gregory was completely bare now, his erect penis at my entrance. Was I afraid? No.

I was petrified.

There was no way that was going to fit inside me. I was going to break in half! My mind was screaming for me to run away now before it was too late. Could I?

Gregory must've sensed my terror and rubbed his fingers over my thighs. "It'll be fine, Mia," he tried to soothe. "I'll go as slow as possible." 'Oh yes! That would make it perfectly fine!' I screamed in heavy sarcasm to myself.

The tip of his manhood was touching my labium, preparing for penetration. Out of nowhere, I cried, "Wait!" and made him stop just before his hips thrust forward. I needed to stall him somehow. "Uh... Are you wearing a condom?" I was proud of myself for coming up with something to say at least.

His eyebrows grew together. "Your father said you were on the pill," he murmured. Shit. That was true. He chuckled then kissed my navel. "It'll be fine, I promise." And he pushed in, groaning loudly.

Something ripped. I felt it. My hymen? Yeah, that did, but something else ripped also. It was my voice. I had screamed and the sound cracked and seethed in agony. Uncontrollably, my body lurched upward, but my hands clung to the bedding. The pain... so excrutiating... Blood began to flow freely.

All Gregory did was continue to push himself in and out, mumbling that the intense ache would subside soon. How could he just keep going as I writhed violently at his assault? His cries of pleasure sounded sick and twisted, making me want to throw up. But, as much as I hated it, he was correct; the harsh suffering started to fade into a small inkling of hurt. "Oh... fuck," Gregory panted, moving faster. "I forgot... what it felt like... to fuck someone... so tight."

The pit of doom swelled. 'No, no, no, no!' my mind frantically roared. "Gr-Gre... ugh!" I grunted, jerking backward. I watched his hips jolt forward and backward, and my arousal grew. How could I be turned on by this sick event? Then a tide of pleasure drowned me, and I couldn't breathe. My body flew up onto his, my nails digging into his back. I cried for him to do it again, and he did, slamming into the sweetest place that, unfortunately, made the pit thicken and my body groan for more. He repeatedly slammed himself into me, and each time another tidal wave of severe bliss washed over me. All I craved was that feeling; that was all I wanted from him. My hips bucked to meet his movements, and my vaginal walls were clenching around his thickness.

Gregory moaned my name, squeezing my bum with his fingers. I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as though I were too afraid to let go. "Unh... unh... unh..." I grunted, pushing into him as fast as my body could.

"F-- Fuck!" my husband yelled, forcing his hips to penetrate faster and harder than he'd ever before. "I-I-- I'm coming... Fuck..."

'Inhale, exhale!' the voice inside my head urged, but I was too focused on Gregory thrusting into my sacred point as much as possible. "D-don't st-stop," I whimpered and gasped as he hit it again. The pit was overwhelming my insides and something squeezed all of my internal organs, and my entire body clenched at this new feeling. I screamed so loud that I was positive the entire hotel heard, but I wasn't fazed.

Gregory cried out, too, thrusting his last few into me before collapsing down onto my sweating body. "That... was..." he whispered heavily, his cheek laying upon my breast, "...wow..."

I couldn't reply; it was hard enough to even breathe.

Minutes passed, and Gregory had pulled himself out, climbed off of me, laid down on my side, and pulled the large white comforter over him, his snores filling the air along with my labored breathing.

As I laid there in shock, sick to my stomach over the way I'd just acted, the way I begged him to violate my body. I begged a stranger to fuck me hard. A silent sob fled my throat. My fingers trailed down to my womanhood, slipping easily into my folds, and revealing bloody fingertips that forced me to hold down bile.

Somehow, cuddling my bleeding, naked body, I eventually fell into a peaceful slumber.

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