Page 135 of Reckoning

She sounds so quiet. So embarrassed.

I let out a laugh that’s more relief than anything else.

“You’re not mad?” She asks.

“Oh, I’m fucking furious.” I state. “But not at you.”

“I didn’t realise…” She shakes her head. “Reid told me they attacked you again.”

I know why he said that, why he no doubt berated her. He’s trying to push her out, doing everything he can to get rid of her. But my Little Devil is going nowhere.

“So you got bored and decided to have a little fun?” I taunt.

She nods quickly. “I didn’t think…”

“No, you didn’t.” I agree. “And now I’m going to have to punish you for it.”

“Pppunish me?” Her eyes widen. She stares up at me as if she expects me to actually start hurting her. And I will, but not in a way where she won’t be enjoying every second of it.

“Turn around, lie on your face, put your arse in the air.” I order.

She does it quickly, whimpering all the same.

I don’t think to check if she’ll be okay with this, I don’t really care if she isn’t. I’ve got shit to do. I can’t be thinking about what she’s up to while I’m needing to focus on who the fuck is trying to have me killed.

I grab the rope, wrap it around the headboard and secure both her wrists up above her head.

She doesn’t try to argue so I guess she isn’t too bothered by being tied down. That’s good to know. I grab her ankles, cross them over one another then tie them together. I know it’ll hurt. I know it won’t be comfortable but, she’ll have enough to focus her pleasure on, that this should help balance it out.

Once they’re properly secured to the other end of the bed I stand back, and admire my handiwork.

She’s still wearing that black lacey little set. And Christ, am I going to enjoy ripping it apart later.

I ease the thong down.

She tenses and I can see she’s already wet. Yeah, my Little Devil does get off on dominance. On being overpowered.

As I run my fingers through her cunt, she lets out a long moan.

“This isn’t about giving you orgasms. At least not yet.” I state.

She turns her head as much as she can and frowns at me, obviously confused. My fingers find her arsehole. Slowly, I start circling it and she gulps.

“Have you been fucked here, before?” I ask, somehow keeping the excitement from my voice. I’ve been dying to fill that tight little hole from the moment I laid eyes on her.

“Yes.” The way she says it, the resignation tells me that none of her encounters previously were consensual.

I nod, storing that information. In that case I’ll go slow this time, I’ll prep her properly, build her up till I can fuck her arse as brutally as I can claim the rest of her body.

I walk out, come back with the toys I need and I pour enough lube over her to make her skin shine. She sniffs, holding her body still, like she expects me to just shove my cock into her. As if that’s her punishment. As if I’d be that unimaginative.

I pour some lube onto the plug. It’s big, not too big, but big enough that she’ll open up and welcome me in, in a few hours’ time.

She protests as I force it in. She jerks, tries to move her body away but the way the rope holds her means she can’t get far.

Once it’s almost home, I slap her arse and she bucks, securing it in place with a pretty little jewel glinting back at me.

“Good girl.” I say though she doesn’t understand she just did exactly what I wanted.