Adrian doesn't give me any time to prepare myself or for the pain from the first strike to disappear. He smacks my other cheek and I writhe on the bed, my eyes getting teary from the pain as I let out another scream.

I intentionally reach my hands out, trying to stop him, looking back, but he smacks my ass again and my vision gets too blurry for me to even see anything anymore.

"Adrian!" I wiggle on the bed, but Adrian puts his hands around my wrists, putting them behind my back and holds me still.

"Don't," he says, slightly calmer than before, but he still terrifies me at the moment. It's wrong that I feel the pleasure from this. The pain is there, of course, but I feel the pleasure in knowing that I have to trust him enough so he won't hurt me.

It's funny how the thought of this would be sickening to many people – even to me. But now that I'm experiencing this ... yes, I'm scared, but intrigued. This is a step further in our relationship. This is who Adrian is.

"I'll tie your wrists," Adrian says.

I grit my teeth together when he smacks me again. This is the fourth one. "Duele," I breathe out. It hurts.

"It hurt, too, when I saw you with another man."

I gasp when another strike comes, this one a little harder. I almost climb up on the bed to get away from the belt, but Adrian holds my wrists and me in place. He throws the belt down by my side and I whimper when I look at it.

I think he's going to stop, but I suddenly feel him tying my wrists together. It's something soft and silky – most likely his tie.

"No," I say, trying to fight him.

"Your ass is deliciously red."

"Adrian, por favor," I plead him.

He tightens the tie around my wrists. It doesn't hurt, but it does a good job of holding them together. I also know I couldn't free them even if I tried.

Adrian leans over my back. I feel his suit against my bare legs and I feel how hard his cock is against my ass. He grabs my jaw in his hand, forcing me to look at him. His eyes roam over my face, seeing the tears and the pain. "Why, Cassandra? Why the hell would you do that?"

I try to shake my head. "Yo no ... No lo sabía. Por favor, Adrian." I didn't ... I didn't know.

Adrian moves back with an angry growl. He grabs the belt again and I writhe on the bed, trying to roll away. I sink my teeth on my bottom lip, harshly, almost drawing blood, when another strike happens.

I don't let out a sound this time. I just close my eyes and lie my head on the bed, accepting the pain. My ass is almost numb. It's burning. It's sickening how wet I am, though. How turned on I am.

Adrian delivers four more strikes, eight in total. I'm lying still. I don't even want to move because I'm afraid it'll hurt even more.

I feel his hand going under my panties, seeking out my wet centre. He rubs his fingers against me and pushes one in. My walls greedily wrap around it, accepting him in.

"Oh, Cassandra," Adrian sighs.

I let out a soft mewl, my eyes closing in pleasure as he fingers me, adding another finger and slowly driving them in and back out. I just relax a little, but he withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty. I open my eyes and blink against the sheets, moving just slightly.

My ass is numb from the pain, but I feel how bad it hurts when I focus on it or think about it. And also when I move.

I hear Adrian pulls the zipper down. I grab the sheets with my hands and try to look back at him. He's still fully clothed, wearing a dark look on his face.

Adrian puts his hand on my lower back, careful not to touch my aching ass. He presses the head of his cock against my opening and I part my legs for him, waiting in anticipation. He slowly pushes the head in and stops for a second.

I turn my head and look at him. We lock our eyes and I see he's barely keeping it together. He pushes in further, gripping my lower back even harder for leverage. And then he pushes himself all the way in.

"So. Goddamn. Good."

At the back of my mind, a thought appears that he's most likely not wearing a condom. But the pleasure fogs all my thoughts. I let out a soft moan, digging my nails into the sheets.

I thought he's going to be gentle from now on, but I was wrong. Because he's not gentle – at all. He doesn't even wait for me to adjust his length. He retreats back and fastly goes back in, his hips slapping against the back of my thighs and a part of my ass. It hurts that much more. Pain, mixed with pleasure. It's a bittersweet feeling.

Adrian is pounding me, holding me down, pressing me down onto the mattress and taking his pleasure. It's the roughest he's ever been.

I let out moans and groans, occasionally calling out his name when he hits a certain spot or gets a little too rough.

"Yes. Let me have it," Adrian groans, taking me however he pleases.

He leans over my back and roughly grabs my hair so I have to lift my head up. He presses his lips against my ear. "And you wanted to give this to another man? Huh?"

I shake my head. "No," I cry out, gritting my teeth as he continues pounding into me. I can hear how wet I am, I can hear him sliding in and out of me. He circles his hips and I almost scream because it feels so good. I need to come, but I know he probably won't let me just to punish me even further.

"I'm claiming you, Cassandra. I'll own you after this," he says into my ear.

I shake my head because I don't know what he means.

He suddenly releases me and pulls out. I lifelessly fall on the bed, breathing hard.

He goes around the bed, opening the drawer of his nightstand. He's still fully dressed and I wonder if he did that on purpose – to show he's in charge. But he left me clothed, too, so maybe that's not it.

I don't see what he takes out of the drawer. When he stands behind me, I look at him again and see he squeezes out some lube on his fingers. My body tenses up completely and Adrian, as if sensing my fear and sudden discomfort, locks his eyes with mine.

"Por favor no," I say with evident fear in my voice. It's shaking. My body is trembling. I'm not ready for that.

Adrian spreads my ass cheeks and softly presses his fingers against that forbidden place. I jump up, a gasp leaving my mouth. Not because it hurts, but because it scared me.

I try to roll away from him, but Adrian stops me. "Stop," he orders. "Relax. I'll be gentle."

"You're mad," I say, not really sure if I should trust he won't hurt me.

Adrian puts his hand on my ass again, this time a little harsher, and I hiss in pain. "Cassandra. Calm down, I won't hurt you," he says calmly, a little more gentle now.

I look at him, biting down on my lip. He's waiting. And I realise he's waiting for my decision. Would he really stop if I told him no? "Can you at least untie my wrists?" I ask with a small voice.

Adrian's mouth lifts up in one corner. He grants my wish and unties my wrists. I bring my arms down at my sides and roll my wrists. He didn't tie them too tight so I don't feel any pain, thank God.

Adrian doesn't give me any time to prepare for his next move. He puts his thumb at my back entrance and puts some pressure on it. I sharply exhale at the unknown feeling. It's ... weird. I can't say it's pleasant, but it's not that unpleasant either. It's just weird ... kind of intrusive. And there's also a pain when he presses deeper, harder.

"That's it," Adrian coos, moving his finger out and then back in, a little deeper than before. I breathe through my nose, trying to focus on anything else but the pain. I squeeze my eyes shut when he keeps moving it, lying still and squeezing the sheets in my palms.

Adrian slips the thumb out and then presses two of his fingers immediately at the entrance again, pushing in again. He can go even deeper now and I let out a moan. "Díos," I say, hanging my head lower and focus on my breathing.

"You're a good girl," Adrian compliments, his tone warm and gentle. "I'm going to fuck your ass," he grits out tightly and I involuntarily tense up.

Adrian senses this and presses the fingers of his other hand against my clit and rubs it. I shudder in pleasure. It's all so much. And it's only his fingers.

"You're dripping wet, Cassandra. Are you enjoying this?"

I don't answer him and he spanks me, not right on my ass cheek, but a little over. It still hurts. I arch my back a bit and lift my head, gasping out. "Sí. I am."

Adrian puts his fingers out of my ass and my muscles tense up because I know what's coming.

He puts the head of his cock at my entrance and slowly, slowly pushes. I yelp, my body jolting forward. This is much, much bigger. And hurts so much more.

"Relax, Cassandra," Adrian says, his big palm connecting with my lower back. He tries to reassure me, tries to reduce my fear.

It helps. Until he presses in further and my eyes open wider, my hands squeezing the sheets even tighter. "Adrian. Slow," I beg him, trying to get accustomed to his width.

He rubs my clit yet again and I close my eyes, moaning as the waves of pleasure hit me, making the pain smaller.

"You can take it."

I bite down on my lip. I'm not so sure about his words. He presses in further and he keeps pushing. I wonder if there is even the end of it, goddamn. He keeps rubbing my clit and finally stops when he's all the way. I feel him exhaling against my skin and feel him pressing a kiss on my back.

It's not as bad as I expected, but it still hurts. It helps that Adrian is gentle and doesn't push it too far or too fast.

I feel the bed dip as Adrian puts his hand on the side of the bed, holding up himself as he retreats back, slowly, slowly, stop for a second, and then pushes back in.

My eyes roll back as his fingers keep rubbing my clit. I'm on the verge of orgasm. And Adrian knows it. "You can come," he says.

If I wasn't in both pain and pleasure, I'd sure find some sarcastic remark as an answer. But I need this too much. I let myself relax completely when the pain disappears and I try to enjoy it. And, God, do I enjoy it.

My orgasm hits me hard and I come long and loud. And Adrian actually follows me soon after. "Too good. Too damn good," I hear him groan right before he comes in my ass.

I lie with my cheek planted down on the bed, my eyes closed. I feel drained. Without any energy.

Adrian pulls out of me and I wince a little bit. I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow, let alone sit on my ass.

"I'm not done with you yet. I want you to feel me everywhere tomorrow."

I groan when Adrian helps me off the bed. He undresses me so I stand before him naked. I probably look like a mess, but he looks at me as if I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Kneel," he says. His tone is colder in contrast to his warm eyes.

I kneel in front of him. He takes his time undressing, too. I take that time to admire his body, all the muscles and the tanned skin that makes him even more irresistible. He's handsome as the devil himself and he knows that.

He puts his hand on the back of my head and guides me towards his cock that's still hard. We lock our eyes as I take him in my mouth.

His mouth parts open as he exhales, his abs tensing up. He doesn't let me suck him. He fucks my mouth. He stands over me and I have to lean my head back.

He hits the back of my throat and stays there. I gag, but he still doesn't move. My eyes water and I squeeze them shut when Adrian starts to fuck my throat. I snap my eyes open, trying to get away from him, but he holds my head in place.

Saliva is running down my mouth, my mouth is stretched wide to accommodate him.

He finally releases me and I slump on the floor, coughing. He really is in charge today and he really wants to let me know that. "He came to me, Adrian. I thought he was you. I didn't see his face."

I see Adrian's palm squeezing into a fast. "Open your mouth," Adrian orders, his tone cold.

I look up at his eyes, staring at his face through my blurry eyes, wet from tears. "Stop being so cold," I plead him. He's hurting me more than he knows. It's not the physical pain. I can endure that. It's the emotional pain that hurts more than anything else.

Adrian's features soften a little and he puts his fingers on my cheek, caressing it. "Make me come," he says.

I open my mouth and take him in again. He lets me play with him this time. He makes me want to feel like I'm in control, but I know that he's still in charge. I suck his cock hard, my hands helping where my mouth can't reach.

Adrian pushes his hands in my hair, but he doesn't put any pressure on my head. He lets me suck him until he comes in my mouth. I feel my throat is sore from his attack. I'm actually sore everywhere he was tonight.

"Lie on the bed," he tells me, helping me stand up. His face shows the traces of satisfaction, but he doesn't let it show. And when he sees my face, the one that probably shows I would rather just go to sleep because I'm tired and everything hurts, his eyes soften. "Just trust me, Cassandra, would you?"

"But can you trust me?" I whisper without much thought.

Adrian looks up at the ceiling for a second. "Lie down on the bed. On your stomach."

Does he avoid my question because his answer would be negative? That hurts. But, what else could I expect? We're literally only together in bed, not as a couple. We don't offer emotional support to each other. We satisfy each other with our bodies. Why the hell should I trust him if he doesn't trust me, then?

I lie on the bed nonetheless. Because I'm tired and sad. Adrian goes around the bed. I don't even look at him. I don't care what he does to me anymore. He drained me. Psychically and emotionally. If his intention was to hurt me – he succeeded.

I feel the bed dip when he climbs on it and I feel his cold hands against my hot ass. I wince, but then relax when I feel him massaging a soothing cream on it. I'm on the verge of tears right now, but I will not allow myself to show him my weakness. I don't want to let him know how much he can hurt me. I don't want to give him that power. He already has enough of it; especially over me.

When he finishes massaging my ass, I feel better. It doesn't hurt that much anymore. Adrian comes to the bed, lying on his side, facing me. I lifelessly look at him. He stares at me. I don't say anything.

He sighs and brushes my hair back. He leans his head down and brushes his lips against mine. He kisses me, but I don't return his kiss. "Cassandra, damn it."

I don't say anything and lies me on the side, pressing his body against mine so we're touching with our front, naked bodies. He kisses me again. I whimper into his mouth. It's too much.

"Shhh," Adrian says against my mouth.

"I don't even know that man."

"I believe you, Cassandra. I believe you."

I want to cry. He says it so gently, so sincerely and so full of emotion ... Díos mio.

Adrian puts my leg over him and presses his cock against my entrance. He pushes in and I try to stop him because I'm sore and I feel some pain when he enters.

"Shh. I'll be gentle. This is for you," he tells me when he starts to slowly rock his body back and forth, focusing on giving me nothing but pleasure.

He makes me come three times. I think that's his way of apologising. Because he doesn't know any other one.

I didn't mention Adrian that the pill might not be effective yet when he came inside of me. And this is my way of accepting his apology.