Page 130 of Reckoning

I scream, I cry, I sob, but it’s not all pain now, it’s some heady, confused mess. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I’m his prisoner right now, trapped in his grasp and as my orgasm threatens to take over I know that my body is once more submitting exactly the way he wants it to.

Suddenly that pressure around my clit disappears. Blood flushes to it. I gasp, moaning with relief.

His hand moves from my head to between my thighs and he starts pleasuring me. Teasing my clit. I’m so sensitive from the clamp that it barely takes a second before I explode. I combust. I completely and utterly lose all control.

His fist is still buried deep inside me. My insides slam down around his wrist and I scream until my throat goes hoarse. I scream until I swear the blood vessels in my eyes burst.

So much liquid pours out. It drenches me. It feels like I’ve pissed myself and as I collapse onto the sheets I don’t even have the strength to care if I have.

“Fuck,” Koen groans, sliding his hand out, rolling me over so that I’m now flat on my back.

I lay still, I lay docile, trying to just breathe, trying to get oxygen in.

“You squirted.” He says, brushing the hair off my face. “You actually squirted.”

I don’t know what that means. I can barely register the words but from the look on his face it’s clearly a good thing.

My pussy is throbbing, my nipples are still caught in those metal clamps. He lifts a finger, circling one engorged nipple and then the other and though I know it’s madness, insanity, I arch my back, ignoring that searing pain, seeking more, needing more.

“You’re doing so good, Sofia,” He praises.

I gulp, staring back at him because that phrase tells me everything. That we’re not done yet. That he’s going to fuck me more, hurt me more. Does he get off on the pain as much as I do? Is that what this is? Or is it that he knows I enjoy it and that’s where his head is at? Giving me what he thinks I want.

I shift, wincing as I remember the literal pool beneath me.

Koen picks me up, ignoring my hiss and he lays me flat on my back with my head right off the end of the bed. As I stare up at him he slowly removes his clothes, revealing that body that makes all rational thoughts leave my head.

I open my lips wide, stick out my tongue, ready to accept him the way I know he wants and he grins.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

His dick slides into my mouth before I can reply. He’s not slamming into me the way he claimed my pussy but he’s not being gentle either. He’s so big that within seconds his cock is there, pushing at the back of my throat, forcing it’s way down and I’m taking in huge breaths through my nose, doing everything I can not to choke.

His hand grips my hair, he’s cradling my head to ensure I can take him at the best angle for his pleasure.

I suck him like my life depends upon it, I swirl my tongue around, worshipping his cock, ignoring that searing pain of my poor nipples. My eyes are streaming. I must look an absolute state and yet Koen is telling me that I’m beautiful, gorgeous, utterly breathtaking.

He reaches down, right over my body, pinching my clit, teasing it, and I jerk, keeping my legs spread wide for him to appreciate me fully.

He’s watching me so intently, clearly enjoying the view of his cock sinking into my mouth over and over.

As he starts to tease, that pain inside me turns to something else. Oh, it still hurts, it hurts like hell but the tease of his fingers, the way he’s now pleasuring me turns everything into one heady mess of emotions.

I sob, I moan, I completely lose all sense of time, of consciousness. I forget that it’s his cock down my throat, I forget that I’m practically choking on him. I’m too aroused, too needy. I raise my hips, riding his fingers in rhythm to the constant slamming of his dick.

But it’s me who comes first. Me who topples over the edge. He’s quick to slide out of my mouth, to give me the precious air I need as I start screaming, writhing, rolling about like a thing possessed.

I’m still half jerking, half caught in my orgasm as he spins me around and he lifts my legs up, placing them against his chest.

“I’m going to make you feel good, Sofia.” He groans.

I can’t process those words. I already feel good. I feel like I’ve actually died and gone to heaven. Every nerve ending in my body is euphoric, and yet underneath it, that pain in my chest persists.

He tilts he up, my breasts heave, and as I glance at my nipples I gasp at how truly dark they are from the lack of blood flow.

He grins, reaching down to cup them, to pinch them. They’re numb, tingling with pins and needles. But god, what I wouldn’t give for him to suck them, to tease them, to make them feel good.

He pulls my legs apart, stares directly down to where my pussy is, and places his thumb and finger to spread my lower lips wide, as if this is some sort of inspection, as if he wants to see the very damage he’s caused.