Page 31 of Penance

He chuckles, and I can feel the hand guiding my hips back slide between my legs instead, into my core that still quivers and aches and yearns for him.

He forces his fingers into me, and then he pulls away, and the next thing I can feel is the push of fingers into my second entrance, slick with my desire, and, I suspect, his saliva.

It’s an alien feeling, tinged with pain, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t even a little bit curious.

“J-just be careful,” I grind out, biting my lip. “Be gentle.”

“That’s funny, Mercy,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “I don’t have to be gentle. Remember? And I’m not going to be.”

One finger becomes two and he pushes harder, in and out, fucking my ass with his fingers.

I don’t know what to think, or exactly how I feel.

I feel so many things—confusion, shame, embarrassment, curiosity and fear, all rolled up in a spikey ball that rolls around in my gut so hard and so fast that I start to shake.

It feels weird and it hurts, but it also feels good in a way thats dirty and bad and wrong.

“What’s wrong, Mercy?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for answers.

I glance away, too ashamed to meet his gaze.

“I didn’t think it would feel like that,” I admit softly, swallowing hard.

Why am I letting him do this to me?

Why don’t I just say no?

Do I… want this?

I’m not sure.

His lips quirk into a smirk, and he leans down, slotting himself between my legs, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless, and my lungs burning. I can taste the darkness in him, the shadows that seep from his skin, and I’ve started to crave it.

I need more.

I need him.

Why? Because of the way he makes me feel, or because of something else, something deeper?

Do I… love him?

Hands on my hips push me forward, bend me in half, and he positions himself at my ass, his erection slick with pre-cum and pulsing as it pushes against me. It feels slick still. It feels like he’s ready, I just don’t know if I am.

Can I ever be ready for something like this?

The cool air hits me, a breeze against my throbbing pussy, and I shudder.

I’m aching still.

I need release.

Can I cum from this?

“Look at me, Mercy,” he says, his voice low as he pushes into me. “I wanna watch the way you fall apart with my cock in your ass.”

His eyes are fiery, drilling into me with so much intensity that I wouldn’t have been able to breathe even if I wasn’t trying to hold back a sob.

The pain is immense as he enters me, my walls burning with fire and resisting every inch he forces into me, gripping at his shoulders as if trying to pull him back.

He’s not gentle, just as he said he wouldn’t be.

He pushes into me, inch by agonizing inch, and all I can do is take it and try not to cry.

I grit my teeth, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood.

He starts to fill me, stretching me wider than I have ever been before.

My eyes burn with tears as I look up at him, exactly as he said, the fear and shame melting away as an overwhelming feeling takes over.

“Please,” I whisper. “I-I can’t. It h-hurts.”

It’s too much.

Too big.

I can’t take any more.

His eyes flash with something primal, and he slams into me with brutal force. My head rolls back, my eyes slamming closed, and I cry out, screaming until it echoes around the room and comes back and hits me in the face.

It hurts. It hurts too much.

I’m shaking as I reach up, pushing against him, my palms pounding against his chest until he catches my wrists in one hand and pins them to the mattress above my head.

“Mercy,” he growls. “Look at me. Eyes on me. You need to breathe.”

I try.

I try to pull in a breath, but every part of me is panicking, shaking and tense, trying to get away. His free hand comes up and cups my jaw, forcing me to look up at him.

“Take a breath,” he says, his thumb circling my chin. “Breathe for me. Come on. If you don’t relax, its going to hurt a lot more.”

I try. I try to force the breath, but it won’t come.

His words don’t help.

If anything, they make it worse.

My vision grows hazy at the edges, and my head is swimming.

I feel like I’m going to burst, tear open at the seams like a tick full of blood.

“Come on,” he says, gently touching my skin in a way that feels comforting, soothing. “In and out, baby girl.”

Finally, the dam breaks, and oxygen floods into my lungs.

I can breathe again, and I feel it flood every muscle, untying the knots and softening the flesh. Finally, I allow myself to relax, just a little bit.

“Just a little more,” he tells me, and that’s when I feel him plunge his fingers inside my pussy, and all the pain falls away. Maybe it’s the distraction, but it becomes a feeling I’ve never felt before, something so intense that I can feel my back arch and my thighs start to shake instantly.

I go from panicked to excited, grinding down on his hand, and then to a place so close to orgasm that I can feel electricity flowing through my body, but there are no thoughts I can use to ground myself.

“D-Draco,” I whine. “Gonna… cum.”

His eyes darken at my words, and he begins to move, thrusting into me with a steady rhythm that sends shocks through my entire body. At the same time, he tears his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss of contact. I fight to pull my hands away, to do it myself, but he holds me fast.

Tears fill my eyes.

I’m so frustrated, I want to cry.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls. “I don’t want you to cum.”

My mouth falls open in a gasp, and I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing. His hands grab hold of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin like claws as he takes what he wants from me.

Taking, but giving me nothing.

“Please?” I whimper, catching his eyes with mine. “S-so close. W-want to c-cum. Please Draco?! Fuck!”

That’s bad.

That’s a bad word but I can’t force myself to care right now.

My fingers twist into the comforter even tighter, my grip on the fabric slicing into my palms as I bear down, rolling my hips against him. His hands grip my hips tightly, thrusting deeper into me with each pass, forcing breaths out of me in ragged gasps.

He’s holding me down, not letting me move.

The pain quickly turns into something else entirely—a pleasure so intense it consumes me. Every thrust sends waves rippling through my body, an intense feeling of being consumed, and it feels… right.

It feels like I had been missing out on something so amazing this whole time, and I almost hate myself for not begging for this sooner.

I’m throbbing, pulsing, climbing higher and higher.

I’m spiraling.

And then, before I know it, he slams into me one final time, forcing into me so deep that it hurts and I can feel it in my guts. I groan, my head swimming and my pussy throbbing, desperate for release, for the touch of his fingers.

His tongue?

Anything.

Something.

I’d ride his pillow if he would let me, just like when I as in high school and the blossoming teenage hormones took over despite my pious teachings. I’ve always been a little ashamed of the way I thought of him during those times.

Friends don’t look at friends like that, right?

Maybe they do.

Then, I hear the growl, the cavernous rumble in his throat as he empties inside of me, and I can feel him pulsing as he fills me up, long ribbons of cum splashing across my insides.

Then he pulls away.

He pulls out of me, leaving me bare and empty, and I almost want to cry.

No, not almost.

I am going to cry.

I have been so close, so many times.

It’s not fair!

“You don’t get to cum,” he says, grinning down at me, panting. I can see the fire in his eyes, something blooming in the darkness.

I want to scream.

“Why?”

My voice is just a breath on the wind. I can barely hear it, and for just a second I wonder if he can at all.

“I have to remind you of everything I can take away from you,” he says, and his touch is soothing as he runs a thumb down my cheek, brushing away a tear I hadn’t even noticed.

“We have an appointment with a realtor to look at a house. You’re going to go with me, and the whole time you’re walking around in your dream home with a stranger, you get to look at him and know that my cum is dripping down your legs.

Then, if you’re good, I’ll make you cum. Do you understand?”

I’m gaping at him, my mouth open and my breath catching in my lungs.

This will be torture.

He expects me to—

“Why?”

“Because I own you, Mercy. I own that pussy and I am the only one who can make you cum so hard your eyes roll back and your heart stops. I want you to remember that. It will be a very good lesson for you to learn.”