Finding You Bk. 02: Paradigm Shift

"Please! Sir. I can't...oh god! Please," she wailed.

"What do you need, angel? Tell me," he said, sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it hard with his tongue. She bucked up underneath him, grinding her pussy into his mouth and making the stimulation worse.

"I need...please, god. I can't take it anymore." She was twisting and shaking so violently that Marcus was amazed that she hadn't let go of the headboard yet.

"I need to cum!" she screamed.

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He pulled away; satisfied that he had driven her to the point where he needed her to be. "Tsk, not yet, angel. This time, your orgasm belongs to me and I want to feel you cum around my cock." He looked down at her flushed face and stoked his erection thoughtfully. He didn't need the extra stimulation. He was already so hard that there was very little sponginess left in his shaft. Rock hard, was definitely the appropriate description in his case; he could have easily hammered nails with his cock.

He ran a finger around her opening, checking her level of lubrication, was pleased to find her pussy slick and ready for him. "Are you on birth control, Tabitha?" he asked.

She nodded. She'd been on the pill for years to control her irregular cycle, but he didn't need to know that.

He smiled. "That's good. Any STD's I should know about?"

"No, Sir." As if? She scoffed in her head. She could be positive about that one thing anyway.

"Very good. I was tested last week. The results are there on the nightstand. I'm clean, angel. If you still want me to use a condom, I will, but with you protected and me verified safe, there really is no need."

"I believe you, Sir," she replied, glancing at the sheet of paper with a medical symbol on it.

"Perfect answer, pet."

He moved closer to her and Tabby unconsciously held her breath. The decisive moment was finally here. She flinched when he rubbed the head of his cock slowly up through her slit, coating it in her natural lubrication. He felt huge to her and he wasn't even trying to penetrate her yet. Fear began to bubble in her belly and Marcus caught the apprehensive frown that creased her forehead.

"Shh, little angel. I can see the worry in your eyes. I'll fit. You'll see." His confident tone soothed her but when he pushed the tip into her opening, Tabby gasped and tensed.

"You need to relax, angel. Your pussy will stretch to take me, but not if you tense up." He dropped his thumb onto her clit and began massaging it until her eyelids grew heavy and fluttered shut. He expertly brought her to the point of orgasm, all the while, sliding just the first inch of his shaft in and out of her entrance to get her used to the feel.

When her breathing shifted into panting, he pushed in another inch and allowed her time to get accustomed to the additional girth. Going so slow was excruciating for him, his cock throbbed with the need to be inside her and his beast howled and pounded on the inside of his skull, demanding that he hurry up. When he had pushed in further, Tabby's pussy had quivered and tensed around his shaft as it forced her muscles to stretch and accommodate him. Tabby couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her lips at the sharp, burning pain that radiated from her pussy into her abdomen.

Oh god, oh god, oh god! Her brain rambled. Please stop. Please stop.

Tabby focused on gripping the iron bars so hard that her fingernails dug into her palms and she used that pain to distract her from the agony of his intrusion into her body. She had to keep her hands locked on the bars because if they came free, she would push him off her in panic.

He leaned over her, keeping his cock engaged in her canal and sought her lips out, kissing her to distract her from what he was about to do. He could feel her body resisting him and believed it to be only because of his size, but she was stretching around him so he felt okay to continue. Once she was engrossed in kissing him back, Marcus tilted his pelvis and with one fast thrust, sheathed himself fully in her tight passage. As he surged forward, he had felt a momentary resistance but it disappeared as he pushed past it and he had thought that it was only a temporary muscle spasm from the shock of his entry.

Tabby cried out into his mouth as he continued to kiss her, while a fireball of white-hot pain erupted in her pussy. She suddenly felt impossibly full; she'd never experienced anything like it before, didn't know how to process the sensation, and didn't realise what had happened. She panicked, her body convulsing around his cock, which only made the stabbing, burning pain even worse.

Then it dawned on her.

He was inside her! His huge cock was completely in!

The blast of pain she that she had felt, and the unbearable burning sensation she was left with now, was because he had torn through her virginal barrier when he had plowed into her.

Oh god, it hurt. She wanted to beg him to pull out, but she couldn't without revealing her deception. She wanted to cry, but had to pretend that her scream was one of pleasure and not due to the sharp, rending pain of losing her virginity.

Through the lust haze in his eyes, Marcus had stopped and was giving her an odd look. Tabby had enough sense left to realise that she needed to keep him from thinking and asking questions that she didn't want to have to answer. She did the only thing that she could and started to move under him in order to distract him. Using her hips and making her whimpers sound like moans, she encouraged him to ignore her strange reaction and keep going, even though she felt like his massive cock was ripping her apart.

Her ploy worked and Marcus' confusion cleared the instant his cock began sliding inside her velvety slickness, immediately shifting his focus back to the act of fucking her. Despite his over average size, her small body had surprisingly accepted all of his cock, snugging him inside her in a perfect fit, as if she had been custom made for him alone. A biblical flood of pleasure bombarded his brain and clouded his ability to think beyond the overwhelming sensations broadcasting throughout his entire body.

He had finally found the heaven he'd craved for the past month and he could die a happy man now.

In the back of his addled brain, he knew that something was off with her reactions but he ignored the warning bells, distracted by the intense pleasure that he was feeling. When Tabby started to undulate beneath him, moving his cock inside her for him, he surrendered all conscious thought and happily drowned in the storm of arousal her movements caused.

He was so lost in the pleasure of having her all around him that his rational brain ceased to function. Her internal muscles where clamping down and releasing all along the length of his cock and the exquisite sensation triggered some deeply primal instinct to fuck his woman. His beast took over and a ravenous hunger for the woman beneath him consumed him.

"I'm going to fuck you now, angel. Prepare yourself," he growled into her ear and then propped himself up on his elbows and dug his knees into the mattress to anchor his hips.

Tabby shuddered; mentally bracing herself for the pain that she feared was coming, knowing that she had no choice but to allow her ruse to persist. She couldn't stop him now, not without admitting to the secret that she had kept from him.

Trapped by her own foolish lie, Tabby only had herself to blame for what was about to happen to her.

Marcus withdrew slowly, dragging his immense cock along the walls of her raw canal, pausing with only the head of his penis engaged. She glanced up and locked gazes with Marcus' jet black eyes. Something animalistic flashed in that darkness and with something akin to a snarl quivering his lips, his hips snapped forward, propelling his cock deep inside her.

Tabby bit down on her lower lip to stifle her sobs. The pain was slowly receding, but not nearly fast enough now that Marcus was hammering his cock into her. She held onto the bars and wiped her tears into the pillow when he buried his head in the nape of her neck. He was moving so fast now that the burning was changing into something new, a different sensation was taking the place of the pain.

As his cock stimulated the nerves inside her, Tabby's whimpers turned to moans and soon she was moving in time with Marcus, trying to get more of the friction in the right spot to increase the bursts of pleasure that pulsed inside her.

Marcus raised his upper body on his arms and gazed down into Tabby's bright green eyes. "You feel...so...fucking good!" he grunted, thrusting hard into her. "You're so fucking tight!" He groaned, breathing hard, the ends of his damp, black hair hanging down and brushing Tabby's face. "It feels like your sweet pussy is fisting my dick." Marcus arched his neck and caught sight of her raised arms. He suddenly wanted to feel her small hands on his body. "Let go of the bars, baby. Hold onto me instead."

She brought her hands down, grateful for the reprieve and latched onto his massive shoulders. His skin was scorching hot and slick with perspiration, but she clung onto him as he shifted position. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her legs over his shoulders. The new position allowed him to penetrate her much deeper and soon her moans turned into mewls and panting pleas for him to go faster because the angle he was entering her at had him hitting that magical spot every time.

Marcus was rapidly nearing orgasm; he had abandoned his rigid control and had given himself over to surging into Tabby like a man possessed. He was hammering into her with so much force that he was pushing her up the mattress and if he hadn't had such a firm grip on her hips, she would have ended up having her head beaten into the headboard of the bed.

The harder he fucked her, the harder he needed to fuck her as if he was in a race for his very life. The sexy sounds she was making only pushed him further to the edge and just before he fell, he found her clit with his thumb and made sure that he pushed her over first just so that he could see the way she looked as she came for him.

She screamed and her canal squeezed him like a vise, triggering his own orgasm. He roared and forced his cock past her contracting muscles until he smashed against the barrier of her womb. There, buried as deep inside her as he could go, he finally found the peace he had searched for and all the tension in his body released in a massive orgasm, bathing her insides with his seed.

When it was over, Marcus collapsed to the side, pulling Tabby over with him so that he could stay locked inside her for as long as possible. She was limp and exhausted, barely noticing the shift in position and Marcus held her tightly to his chest, breathing hard underneath of her. He couldn't take his hands off her and when his cock finally softened and slipped free, he mourned the loss of their intimate connection.

She had drifted to sleep and was breathing softly, her warm breath coming in rhythmic puffs against his neck. He watched her sleep, stroking her hair and wishing that he could get back inside her again. In sleep, Tabitha really did look like an angel, sweet and innocent and he almost felt guilty for wanting to corrupt something so pure. The things he wanted to do to her, to teach her would definitely take some of the polish of her halo, yet he couldn't wait to get started. She sighed and snuggled into his chest like a sleeping baby and her vulnerability made his protective instincts roar to life.

She was his and he was just as much hers.

Yes, he would share her with his brother but no one else. Between himself and Cooper, Tabitha would never have to worry about the likes of Gerald Moran again. They would keep her safe.

A persistent pressure from his bladder told him that he had better get up and go relieve himself. He placed a light kiss on Tabitha's forehead, wrapped his arms around her naked back and gently rolled them to his side, lowering her to the bed without waking her. He released her and sat up. Marcus was just about to pull the covers over her when something on the sheets caught his eye and made icicles of dread stab him in the gut.

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He stared at the stain on the white sheets beneath the spot where Tabby had been lying when he had taken her, his sluggish brain unable to comprehend what his eyes were seeing. The dark stain stood out like a neon sign against the stark whiteness of the cotton and the dim light from his bedside lamp had turned the colour to a sinister black rather than the crimson that Marcus knew it should be.

What the fuck?

Had he hurt her?

He gently checked between her thighs and then inspected his cock, finding both slicked with blood. His first thought was that the rough sex might have triggered her period, but then he remembered eating her out earlier and there hadn't been any trace of blood, not even a hint that she was close to that time of the month.

He wracked his brain, sifting through the lust-hazed memories looking for some hint that would explain what had happened when understanding flashed through his head like a lightning bolt. With grim reality, all the scattered pieces fell one-by-one into place and Marcus suddenly saw the vital piece of information about his angel that he had overlooked in his frenzy to bed her.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! How blind had he been to miss all the signs? The contented, post-coital happiness that had warmed him only minutes earlier, curdled in his stomach as horror supplanted it. The sound of the pained scream she had uttered when he had fully entered her, echoed in his mind like an accusation and if he'd been standing, he would have collapsed from the shock.

Could I?...Oh fuck! Please tell me that I didn't just fucking ravage a virgin!

Why hadn't she told him? If he had known, he would've taken her slowly, warning her when his thrust was coming so that she could prepare for the sting and then he would have comforted her after he had broken through her hymen. He would have waited; soothing her until the pain had ebbed, but instead he had blindly fucked her like some rutting beast while she was in agony!

Marcus sprung to his feet and stalked angrily into the bathroom, his temper boiling out of control and turning into self-loathing. Restless fury had him pacing the tiles, his sanity unraveling as he processed what had happened...and what he had done.

All of his anger coalesced and directed itself at him, the impact hitting him like a physical blow that knocked the breath out of his lungs. Yes, she should have told him but, as an experienced Dom, he should have been paying better attention.

In hindsight, all the signs had been there: her nervousness, her apparent innocence and naiveté, her awkwardness around Cooper and himself. It had all been there for him to see, and if only he'd been using his brain instead of thinking with his dick, he would've easily seen through her pretense.

Her natural submissiveness had acted like a smoke screen, masking her true inexperience from him and clouding his judgement. She had intoxicated him with her beauty and willingness to please and he'd fallen head over boner for it. If she had been any other submissive, he would have picked up on the odd vibes she'd been giving off right away, and would have asked the right fucking questions in the beginning, ferreting out the truth, before his impatience and rampaging libido had driven him to steal away her innocence like a careless thief.

Guilt and remorse boiled in the cauldron of his soul, like a bitter soup that he had to keep down. He had planned for her first time with him to be one of tenderness and pleasure and now, all she had was the memory of pain and fear. He was an animal and didn't deserve her and his ignorance had just destroyed the fragile, beautiful trust that had been growing between them.

Marcus gritted his teeth, muting the vicious growl in his throat so that he wouldn't wake Tabitha. He looked at himself in the mirror, taken aback by the wild-eyed rage he saw contorting his features. Running a hand through his mussed hair, he closed his eyes and took several slow, deep breaths, willing himself to calm down and get a grip. The last thing he wanted was for Tabitha to wander into the bathroom and find him in this state. It would terrify her and she was probably already scared enough after the way he had...

His train of thought abruptly derailed as his mind automatically completed the sentence for him.

...Raped her. He gagged on the word, refusing to acknowledge the hateful deed, even in his own thoughts. In essence, he had just raped his precious angel.

For Christ sake!

Even though, his rational mind knew that what they had just done had been consensual, his heart couldn't shake the appalling feeling that he had just assaulted her.

Why hadn't she said something?

His stomach rolled over alarmingly and Marcus choked on the sour burn of bile surging up his throat. He panted, struggling to keep from vomiting and resigned himself to dry heaving over the sink until the nauseous feeling eased and he could risk backing away.

He couldn't have...would never have, committed such a heinous act...yet with her help, he had.

Dear god, how was he going to fix this? Could it even be fixed?

The huge, old-fashioned, claw-footed tub reminded Marcus that Tabitha needed taking care of and he needed time to think. They needed to have a discussion, an unpleasant one for both, but one that he couldn't avoid for long. A hot bath and spending some time caring for Tabitha would help calm his frame of mind so that he could act rationally when he sat her down and confronted her. She had withheld a vital piece of information from him and he wanted to hear the reason why she did so and then he would decide what he was going to do about it.

Marcus started running the water into the tub, squirting a healthy dollop of scented bubble bath into the water, before wetting a cloth and wiping away the streaks of blood that had dried onto his cock. He kept his gaze stony and emotionless, refusing to give in to the rage that bubbled just below his calm exterior. He was a Dom and, now more than ever, had to be the one who remained in control - of the situation and of himself. As he rinsed the cloth in the sink and watched the pink tinged water circle the drain, he reminded himself that it was his job to teach Tabitha, not terrorize her.

He had to make sure that he had his collective shit together before he went back into the bedroom and woke her. Allowing his anger to colour his actions would irrevocably thrust him into the realm of abuser and he'd be finished, there would be nothing left to salvage if he lost control. He would not cross that line willingly.

Once the tub was brimming with steaming white, bubbles, he went back into the bedroom and carefully lifted the still sleeping Tabby off the bed and into his arms.

"Sir?" she mumbled in confusion, blinking sleepy, beautiful eyes at him.

"Hi there," he replied softly, kissing the end of her perfect little nose and hiding his agitation from her behind a welcoming grin. "We need to get you cleaned up, angel."

Still naked, Marcus stepped into the big tub and slowly sank into the hot, sudsy water with Tabby cradled in his arms. He deftly turned her and reclined against the sloped back of the tub, pulling her to rest her back onto his chest. Marcus let himself enjoy the soft, solid weight of Tabby's body on him, already dreading what he was going to have to do once their respite in the tub was over.

Tabby sighed and sunk into the hot water. She had muscles aching that she never knew she had and a new soreness throbbed deep in her core making her wince every time Marcus jostled her. She swore that she could still feel him inside her, that his huge cock had left a permanent impression that didn't want to go away.