Page 129 of Reckoning

When he slides his fingers out, I whimper, but evidently he has bigger plans, better plans. He picks me up, places me face down on my knees so my arse is in the air and my face is in the mattress.

“Don’t move.” He states, like I’d even consider it.

For a second I hear nothing. I just stay, waiting, literally dripping with anticipation and then something hard touches me.

“This is going to hurt.”

That’s the only warning I get, the only words he says before he’s putting those clamps on my nipples, tightening them more than last time, tightening so much I really do start crying.

Koen sits back on his haunches, placing himself behind me where no doubt he has a great view of whatever the hell he has planned.

He places one hand on my back, holding me still, and then he does what he’s been threatening so many times, what he’s taunted me with. He clamps my clit.

I jerk, I jolt. I freeze from the sudden shock of pain. In my head this seemed far sexier, far more appealing. But all I can feel is agony.

“You look so good.” He murmurs before planting a kiss on my arse cheek. “So fucking beautiful.”

I shut my eyes, trying not to imagine the view he has. I’m bent over, my entire privates are on display. Though I’ve never seen a clit clamp in my life I can imagine what it looks like, and from how my nipples are engorged, I don’t doubt it’s doing the exact same thing down south.

He slides a finger into me, then another, and another, until it feels like he’s got his entire hand forced into my pussy. I can’t breathe. I can’t think.

My face is covered by my tears and I sob, shaking, forcing myself to be compliant.

“You’re going to enjoy this, Sofia,” He reassures. “I promise you. You’re going to love this as much as everything else I’ve done.”

I want to believe him. I so badly do. Maybe I’m an idiot to put my trust in this man, to let myself end up in such a vulnerable situation but I’m here now, there’s no getting away from it. I nod, shutting my eyes, praying that he’s telling the truth.

Slowly he pulls his hand out, clenches his fingers together and forces it back inside me.

I swear my eyes bulge. I scream in shock and pain.

He’s fisting me? What the fuck?

He starts groaning, growling, his hot breath lands on my back and I can tell from the proximity that he’s got his face right there, up close, like he doesn’t want to blink and miss it.

“It’s too much.” I gasp. My nipples are agony. My clit is throbbing in protest. Blood is ringing in my ears like it doesn’t know where to go.

“You can handle this, Sofia.” Koen replies. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”

“Yesss,” I sob. I do. I really do. But it hurts.

He sighs, picking up speed like that’s what I need.

“You should see yourself, Sofia, you should see how greedily your cunt accepts this,” He growls. “How it enjoys this.”

I can hear the squelching, I can hear that sound of his hand punching inside me over and over. My legs are trembling. I don’t know how I haven’t collapsed but if I do that will only increase the pressure on my nipples.

“She’s grown so used to my cock that a few fingers aren’t enough to satisfy her anymore.” He taunts.

My cheeks flame -but my body responds. To my horror all that pain, and that adrenaline that’s been racing around my body seems to turn to arousal, to lust, to insanity too, if I admit it.

I moan, I shake, I try to bite down the sound and Koen slaps me hard across the arse.

“Don’t you dare.” He snaps. “I told you I wanted to hear you scream, and I meant it.”

“Please,” I whimper. I just need a little mercy.

If he hears me, he doesn’t give any indication. He just grabs my head forcing my face into the mattress and he starts fisting me harder.