Between Desire and Reluctance

Chapter 1

"Lie still, don't move." The man with jet-black hair had eyes as captivating as gemstones, his features chiseled and refined, yet his gaze was cold and devoid of expression. If not for the occasional moans and the shaking of the large bed beneath him, one would hardly guess at the activity he was engaged in.

"...Yes, mmm, ah..." Isabella Bennett responded in a low, melodic voice, like a cello's, her control slipping as her core betrayed her with a flood of arousal. Her nipples stood erect, grazing the sheets and sending jolts of pleasure through her, rendering her helplessly wet. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.

Her husband, Edward Montgomery, the man currently inside her, did not love her. Their marriage was the result of a misguided decision by their elders. The House of Montgomery was known for its strict traditions, yet it had produced Edward, a prodigal son who caused trouble for the family at every turn. Richard Bennett, exasperated, had decided to marry him off, hoping it would settle him down. At the same time, the House of Bennett faced economic troubles, and Richard hastily sent over a photo of his daughter, fresh out of college. Edward, annoyed at the prospect of marriage, had casually selected Isabella's photo, and she found herself hastily wed into the Montgomery family.

Edward did not have feelings for her, but he couldn't say he disliked her either. He had no desire to act as a father figure, nor did he wish to be celibate. So, every night, he took Isabella, though his attentions were purely physical. She knew he was preoccupied with the memory of an ex-girlfriend, a woman he couldn't let go of—a fair-skinned beauty with a touch of consumption's rose, to fit his tastes.

"Get on your hands and knees," he instructed, giving Isabella's buttocks a pat, savoring the smooth, supple feel of her skin.

Exhausted, Isabella could no longer support herself, but for the presence of his manhood inside her, she would have collapsed onto the bed, biting her lower lip to suppress her moans. In a broken voice, she managed to say, "I can't... I can't go on." Edward disliked it when she was too loud during their encounters; it disrupted his fantasy that the woman beneath him was his former lover. Isabella didn't mind; she was enamored with the sound of Edward's voice and his face, though she did not care for the man he was. Their lovemaking was sustained by fantasies and the sounds they made.

Edward's patience was waning. He gripped her waist and pulled her down onto him. Isabella felt the surge of her juices as they flowed down from her core, the pressure within her intensifying. Her breathing grew heavier as she was stretched and filled, her thighs parting further, her petals spread to their limit, every fold seeming to open up. It should be mentioned that Isabella had a particular fondness for his manhood.

Edward, too, found pleasure in their union, despite his lack of affection for her. Her body was a delight to possess, and her beauty was undeniable.

"You're so deep..." Isabella reached back to grab his wrist, her strength sapped. She whispered hoarsely, "You're too deep..."

"You love it deep, don't you, you little vixen?" Edward always thrust to the hilt. "Don't you?" Her moans were almost drowned out by the sound of their flesh slapping together, her lower body clenching, her abdomen twitching, as more viscous fluids trickled down her thighs, soaking the sheets, "It's too much... Ah..." Her chest heaved as it rubbed against the sheets, and Isabella wished he would roughly maul her breasts, but she remained silent, knowing her request would be denied. Edward would not indulge in such play.

"Don't! Please!" The man behind her suddenly quickened his pace, and Isabella cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as her core was mercilessly ravaged, her nectar flowing more abundantly. She began to struggle, trying to escape his grasp.

"Tsk!" Edward was not pleased, seizing her waist and pulling her back onto him, fixing her in place. His face remained impassive, even as he chastised her, "Raise your ass higher!"

"You... you have to finish!" Isabella's voice trembled with emotion—pure pleasure, "Ah..."

"Did you take your medicine today?"

"I did."

Relieved, Edward drove into her with renewed vigor, and after several dozen thrusts, he grabbed her hair, pressing her into the bed, a wave of numbness spreading from his lower back. Isabella knew he was close to his climax and stopped resisting. Her moans grew louder, her hands gripping the pillowcase tightly, her core contracting rapidly, ready to be filled with his essence.

Once spent, Edward withdrew his now flaccid member, releasing his grip. His fingers slid through her disheveled hair as he walked away, leaving for the bathroom. Isabella lay on the bed, recovering. Hearing the water running, she sat up, gathered her discarded nightgown from the floor, hastily dressed, and made her way to the edge of the bed to clean herself, knowing that if she didn't remove his seed now, it would make a mess when she took her shower later.

Ten minutes passed, and Edward emerged from the bathroom. Isabella took her turn, and the two exchanged no words. Under the hot water, she squatted, embarrassedly scooping out his seed from her body, ensuring it wouldn't leak out anymore, only then beginning her shower. When she returned, the sheets had been changed by the staff, and Isabella crawled into bed, closing her eyes. The night ended as it always did, in silence between them.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Isabella Bennett woke up to find Edward Montgomery still asleep beside her. She hesitated to rise, knowing all too well that his sleep was light, and any movement might spark his notorious morning grumpiness.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, she drifted back into a doze, her mind slipping into memories of their wedding night.

Just after their marriage, she recalled feeling a slight fondness for him. After all, he fit the image she had always envisioned—a striking man, handsome, yet there was an undercurrent of sadness in his demeanor that unnerved her.

In her dream, she found herself perched on the edge of the bed, watching him disrobe with a mix of anticipation and dread. Her fingers nervously twisted the fabric of her wedding dress, face flushed with anxiety as she stole glances at him.

Lost in her thoughts, she was jolted back to reality as he pinned her beneath him. The delicate strapless dress was ripped away with roughness, and he casually yanked down her lacy corset, capturing her tender nipple between his fingers, squeezing it mercilessly.

“Ah—!” Isabella gasped, the pain sparking disbelief. How could this be the same man who had assured everyone at the altar, with a gentle smile, that he would care for her?

Edward’s lips curled into a cold smirk, his eyes glowing with a feral intensity. “Keep it down. You want to wake the neighbors?”

His voice remained smooth, like the notes of a cello, but it was laced with an unmistakable edge.

With that, his hand ravaged her soft breast, twisting and tugging, alternating between roughness and an unsettling gentleness.

“Please... don’t...” Isabella moaned, heat rising in her cheeks, discomfort rising as he relentlessly kneaded her. “Edward, be gentle… just a little.”

He disliked any closeness that felt too familiar, and with a painful pinch, he commanded, “Call me Mr. Montgomery.”

Isabella's face paled in shock, her mind a swirl of confusion and fear. He demanded acknowledgment, squeezing her until she cried out, surprised tears spilling from her eyes. “I understand, Mr. Montgomery, I’ll call you Mr. Montgomery!”

A flicker of annoyance crossed his features at her compliance. Kneeling on the bed, he surveyed her half-naked form, registering the fact that she had a decent shape beneath her pale skin. Not his type, perhaps, but undeniably attractive.

Isabella turned her head away, terrified and unsure of what was expected of her. Nothing felt like she had imagined.

Her body trembled under his gaze, the marks left by his earlier cruelty swelling like cherry blossoms in bloom upon her pale skin.

Edward raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening with hunger as he leaned down, biting down on her erect nipple, while his hand squeezed her other breast, the smooth flesh spilling from his fingers in a way that was overtly lewd.

“Ah… that hurts… please stop,” Isabella cried as she struggled. Her frantic movements were thwarted by the tightness of her wedding gown, a garment that was meant to symbolize joy but now felt like a suffocating cuff.

“Don’t squirm,” he snarled, biting into her skin again, the pain forcing her to still.

“Mr. Montgomery, please… it’s too much. Just ease up.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, her voice thick with despair.

Finally relenting, he released her, but the damage was done. Her once rosy pink nipples now appeared raw and red. Gradually, he maneuvered his hand downward, lifting her wedding gown to explore her thighs, his fingers finding a moist spot between her legs. “What a little tease you are.”

Isabella squirmed, pushing against his shoulders. “No… please don’t touch me there.”

Her protest fell on deaf ears as he thrust his fingers inside her with an urgency that was both shocking and invasive. Insatiable, her body wrapped around him, clinging to his probing digits.

“You seem rather tight. It’s been a while since I’ve had a fresh one.”

“Get away from me… I don’t want this…” Her skin crawled at his cavalier attitude, something inside her revolting against being toyed with like this.

His fingers, calloused yet insistent, plunged in and out of her, stretching her beyond comfort.

“Stop it,” she whimpered, her legs instinctively tensing, shaking her head in a mix of hesitation and rebellion.

Edward dominated one of her legs, a mocking smile curling on his lips. “Think carefully now. You’re not exactly in a position to make demands, if I recall correctly.”

Images of her parents and brother flashed through her mind, a reminder of the troubles they faced, and the fight left her. Isabella surrendered, turning her head away, biting down on her finger in despair. Was this really her wedding night?

Her body, once a canvas of innocence, now shimmered with her surrender, slick with her own trepidation.

The thought of his fingers gliding inside her made him harder, and grabbing her legs, he pulled her deeper beneath him, the sinister desire brewing within him now consuming her.

“Ah…”

Chapter 3

Isabella Bennett's body was taut, gripping the bedsheets tightly. The entrance to her vagina throbbed painfully; just the tip inside felt like she was being torn apart.

“Still got a hymen. You're really a virgin,” Edward Montgomery noted, his voice dripping with disdain.

In a daze, Isabella heard his words, and all the frustration of the night erupted into anger. She couldn't help but shout, “If you're going to do it, just do it! Stop talking!”

“Heh.” Edward sneered, adjusting his angle before thrusting hard. He buried himself completely inside her, the head of his cock breaking through her barrier. The tightness around him was so intense, it hurt even him.

“Ah! It hurts!” Isabella struggled futilely, her legs refusing to close and were forcibly spread wider.

Edward pinned her thighs to the bed, arranging her into a frog-like position. “My mom said you used to dance. Your body's really flexible.”

Without giving her time to adjust, he started moving his hips. Her tightness made every movement difficult, and he pounded into her relentlessly. “Little slut. Squeeze me.”

“Ah... It hurts... It hurts so much...” Isabella sobbed, humiliated both in body and soul. She feebly resisted his thrusts, pleading, “Stop... Please stop...”

Seeing her pitiful state, and noticing that her wetness was nearly gone, Edward eased up a bit and reached down to pinch her clit.

“Ahhh—” As soon as he touched it, Isabella moaned, her body quivering uncontrollably as her vagina began to spasm and tighten.

Feeling the slight increase in wetness inside her, Edward continued to pinch, press, and rub her clit while thrusting harder.

“N-no... please, no...” Her previous cries of pain now carried a hint of desire, and Isabella thrashed on the bed like a fish out of water, her feet kicking against the sheets. Her voice was tinged with a slight sobbing tone.

Edward, aroused by her cries, gripped her knees, forcing her legs apart even more. He began to thrust even more violently, his movements becoming a blur. He couldn't believe how tight she was, even drawing blood.

“Ah, no... please...” Isabella's cries for mercy were practically incoherent, her eyelashes fluttering with tears. “Too deep... It's too much...”

Edward ruthlessly pounded her, thrusting all the way in and then pulling out completely, showing no signs of mercy. The head of his cock repeatedly struck the deep, circular opening of her cervix. If he came inside, she could get pregnant.

Not that he cared; he would give her a pill after. He rarely came inside women, not wanting to risk an unwanted pregnancy or diseases. But Isabella was different; she was clean and legally his wife. If she did get pregnant, it wouldn't be a disaster.

Isabella's vision blurred from the swaying incandescent light above her. Her lower body felt numb, except for the relentless thrusting. Was this her wedding night?

“Too deep... No... Please...” An unfamiliar sensation surged from her lower body, waves of pleasure drowning her rationality. “Please, I'm begging you... No... Ahhh...”

Her vagina convulsed wildly, a torrent of fluids rushing out, clutching his cock tightly with every contraction. “Uh ahhhh—”

Edward hadn't intended to come, but her tight grip was too much. He sped up, thrusting as hard as he could, holding her waist down as he finally released inside her.

Isabella lay limp on the bed, utterly spent. Her thighs still trembled uncontrollably. She turned to her side, the wedding dress that had been pushed up falling back to cover her legs. Sobbing, she hugged her bruised chest.

Edward casually walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

...

Isabella woke up, silently cursing herself. Why dream about that awful night? Cry, cry, cry—what's the point? He was my toy, I was his, that's it. She turned over, a hint of resentment in her heart, but her eyes still slightly red.

Chapter 4

Rolling over in bed, Edward Montgomery inadvertently stirred from his slumber. The man beside him, also named Edward Montgomery, was not one to lie in—he was more the type to start the day with a roar. Since his marriage to Isabella Bennett, his methods of assertiveness had shifted from shouting to exerting control.

Isabella lay beside him, her mind preoccupied with the events of their wedding night. In the broad light of day, her enthusiasm had waned, and she gently pushed his hand away when he caressed her supple breasts. "I don't want to do this," she murmured.

Her words were met with a firm pinch, and she winced in pain, writhing to escape his large hand. "I don't want to do this, let go..." she pleaded.

Edward, uninterested in coaxing, tossed the covers aside and pinned her down, forcefully parting her legs in an attempt to remove her undergarments.

"Let go, I don't want to," Isabella insisted, struggling against him, her movements awkward and uncoordinated.

Edward had never been a particularly patient man with her, and his patience—thin as it was—had now turned to ire in the heat of his early morning temper. With a swift motion, he grabbed a tie that had been carelessly tossed onto the bedside table the night before and bound her hands to the headboard.

Isabella knew that to Edward, she was nothing more than a vessel for his desires, and in a couple of years, she would likely be expected to become a childbearing machine. Her wishes were inconsequential; as long as the woman beneath him was compliant and fertile, Edward had no further concerns.

With a resigned sigh, she let the tears fall and ceased her struggle.

Edward tore away her flimsy undergarments, crudely fondled her intimate parts, and finding her less than adequately aroused, tutted in disapproval. Without further ado, he entered her.

"Mmm..." Isabella felt a sharp pain, her body tensing around him, the dryness of her entrance offering little pleasure.

Eyes squeezed shut, she clung to the bedsheets, gritting her teeth as her lips quivered. "Wait... just wait a moment..." she pleaded.

Edward paid no heed to her words, thrusting relentlessly. He knew that with enough persistence, she would grow wet, and he pushed her legs back towards her chest, doubling her over. The tightness of her dry passage increased, and with one forceful thrust, he buried his entire length within her.

"Ah... be quiet," Edward reminded her coldly.

His voice was like an aphrodisiac to Isabella, and despite her reluctance, she felt her body responding, her juices beginning to flow. She bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking to the side to watch him riding her, his purple-red erection plunging deep inside her, withdrawing with a cruel twist that contorted her tender flesh, pulling wave after wave of slick arousal from her.

"You enjoying this, slut?" Edward taunted, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed her.

Isabella turned her gaze away, her porcelain thighs trembling, the impulse to kick him away only serving to heighten his pleasure.

"Stop squirming," Edward growled, ripping the straps of her negligee, leaving her breasts bare and vulnerable to his rough treatment.

"Ah!" she cried out in pain, unable to protect her tender breasts with her bound wrists.

Edward noticed her helplessness and gripped her breasts with even more fervor, her creamy white flesh spilling from his fingers as he kneaded them mercilessly, leaving them red and raw, a pitiful sight.

With each squeeze of her breasts and each thrust into her tightness, Edward's need to possess her grew, and his morning irritability dissipated without a trace.

Tears streamed down Isabella's cheeks as she begged for mercy, her dazed eyes seemingly looking through him. "Edward, please..."

It was unclear what triggered his next move, but Isabella felt his erection swell inside her. His hands finally ceased their torment of her chest, only to be replaced by an even more frenzied onslaught below.

Her body edged closer to ecstasy, her inner walls clamping down on his member, her wetness increasing with each movement, each rub of their flesh sending them both closer to the edge.

"I'm... I'm going to..." Isabella's voice was a whisper, her legs wrapping around his waist as she begged for release.

Edward untied her hands, and she coiled around him like a serpent. She clung to his broad back, her mind filled with nothing but desire. "Faster... please," she breathed into his ear.

Their lovemaking was intense, though the mind-blowing orgasms she sometimes experienced were not a given. Each time they reached this point, she became as fervent as if she had been given an aphrodisiac, nipping at his neck, his Adam's apple, pleading with him in a voice drenched with desire. "Edward, you're so big... can you go faster?"

Edward pressed her into the mattress, his erection thrusting violently into her delicate entrance.

"Ah... ah... it's so deep... deeper," Isabella moaned, her body shaking with pleasure, her womanhood overflowing with her essence, soaking both of them.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Isabella climaxed, her body tensing and releasing in spasms, her tight passage milking Edward's seed from him, despite his lack of intention to finish.

Edward's eyes darkened with the desire to roll her over and take her again, but glancing at the clock, he decided against it. Even on his day off, he had no desire to spend more time with Isabella than necessary.

Exhausted, Isabella lay limp on the bed, vaguely aware of the sound of Edward's footsteps heading to the bathroom. Though she still had some energy left, she was too tired to do anything but listen to the water running as he showered—likely to relieve his own lingering desires.

Edward usually left after drying his hair, and as the sounds from the bathroom ceased, Isabella let out soft moans of pleasure.

As Edward was buttoning up his coat to leave, he heard her moans grow louder and more wanton. His face darkened, and his arousal surged. That insatiable slut.

With a mix of anger and desire, he quickly fastened the buttons of his coat and strode out of the bedroom, afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might kick down the bathroom door and take her again.

Yes, he wanted her again, but pride and the belief that he shouldn't indulge too often with someone he didn't truly care for led him to leave.

Chapter 5

Edward Montgomery had initially planned to hit the town with his buddies for some drinks and other less-than-savory activities. But since his recent wedding and the tight leash his father kept him on, he decided to stick to just drinking.

No sooner had he been driving for ten minutes than his phone buzzed with calls from his friends. The evening's plans were canceled; their buddy's wife had put her foot down, banning any drinking. Edward shook his head at the thought of his friends, who seemed to have lost their edge the moment they got married. A twinge of disappointment hit him as he thought of his own wife, Isabella, and the way her voice could make his knees weak. Glancing at his lap, he noticed a familiar stirring and couldn't quite pinpoint whom he was annoyed with.

Yes, who was he angry with? Isabella Bennett was his wife, and he could take her whenever he pleased. So why was he worked up over something he could easily resolve? With that, he stepped on the gas and headed home, making a beeline for their upstairs bedroom.

Isabella was engrossed in her own pleasure when Edward arrived. She was seated on the edge of the bed, her breasts encased and stimulated by suction cups, while a toy teased her sensitive core. Moans escaped her lips as the dual sensations of pleasure and embarrassment washed over her, her arousal evident as it dripped down her thighs. She brazenly positioned herself towards the door, leaving it unlocked for that extra thrill—she never worried about being caught; the staff knew better than to enter without her permission.

As Edward pushed open the door, he was greeted by the sight of his wife in the throes of ecstasy. Quickly locking the door behind him, a wicked grin spread across his face.

Isabella was startled by his sudden return, her body convulsing in orgasm as she cried out, "Ah, Edward... yes..." Her reaction was even more intense than when they were together. She was insatiable, and the sight of her with her toys made Edward's blood boil.

"You've got quite the collection of toys," Edward observed, his gaze fixed on the devices still humming with her essence. His face was unreadable, a mix of arousal and irritation. Isabella's cheeks flushed crimson; despite their numerous encounters, being caught in such an intimate act was still mortifying.

Without a word, Edward was on her, his desire pressing against her hip. His fingers left marks on her silken skin, the contrast of red against her porcelain complexion only fueling his dominance. He roughly removed the toy from her breast, taking her nipple between his teeth, the scent of her floral perfume mingling with the musk of her arousal.

"No, please," Isabella begged, clutching his shoulders, her voice a mix of playful pleading and genuine submission.

The toy in her core continued its relentless vibration, and Isabella ached to feel Edward inside her. She writhed against him, her slender waist undulating under his palms. "Edward... make love to me," she purred, her voice dripping with need.

But the raw desire in her voice reminded him of a past lover's betrayal, and his passion turned to anger. His face darkened, and he tore the toys from her body, handling her with a roughness that bordered on cruelty. Isabella, now bereft of her pleasures, reached for another device, but Edward swept them all onto the floor. "You're such a wanton woman," he said with a coldness that sent a shiver down her spine.

"What's wrong with you... ah," she gasped as he cruelly pinched her nipple, the nightmare of their first night together replaying in her mind, tears welling in her eyes. "Stop... be gentle." But Edward was merciless, forcing her upright, making her kneel on the bed, and pushing her head towards his throbbing desire. His command was not a request, nor a plea—it was an order that brooked no refusal. "Suck."

Isabella turned her head away, her eyes downcast, silently defying him. But Edward was not to be denied. He pried her mouth open, his manhood sliding between her lips with a warning. "Bite me, and you'll regret it."

The threat in his voice was clear, and Isabella reluctantly complied. She knew her place in their relationship—a vessel for the Montgomery heir, a financial lifeline for the Bennett family, a receptacle for Edward's desires. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue struggling against the salty intrusion, swallowing repeatedly as saliva dripped from her chin.

Edward looked down at her, her unwillingness evident in her furrowed brow and the redness around her eyes. Yet, it was this very submission that excited him further. He pressed her head down, forcing her to take him deeper, the sensation of his tip hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag, tears streaming down her face as she choked on his length. He used her mouth mercilessly, each thrust making her stomach heave, her sharp teeth grazing him only to be met with more forceful penetration.

"Tsk, you're not very good at this," Edward mocked, pulling out and leaving a trail of saliva connecting them. Isabella's cheeks tingled, and her eyes stung with unshed tears.

"Are you done with me?" she asked, the taste of him still lingering in her mouth, her core aching and neglected. Edward ignored her question, his hands roaming over her breasts, kneading and caressing as if he hadn't heard her plea.

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