Page 137 of Reckoning

I’m so thirsty I could cry. I swear my throat is drying up and if he came back and decided he wanted me to suck him off then I doubt I’d be able to manage it.

When I do finally hear the sound of footsteps, I tense. My nerves feel shredded, my body is already over sensitised and exhausted. I doubt I’ll survive what he has planned. No, I’m certain I won’t.

He stalks into the room, coming to a stop right by the bed.

I can sense his smirk and though I’d love to say something clever, I don’t dare.

He holds something out, and then instantly that thing inside me picks up a beat.

I moan, I whimper, my hips rock instinctively back and forth trying to give some sort of reprieve.

And the bastard laughs.

He kneels of the bed, placing himself so his knees touch my crossed feet.

“You’re dripping, Sofia.” He taunts. “There’s a puddle right under you. Are you that desperate?”

I gulp, biting my tongue. He knows I’m desperate. He’s made me desperate.

His hand strikes my arse.

I scream out, partly in shock and partly because he’s already spanked me so many times it really does hurt.

He grabs my hips, pulling me back and that tension on my wrists increases. I feel like one of those medieval spies, tied up, being stretched out on a rack and any minute my joints are going to pop free.

He eases the plug out. It’s done so slowly that he makes it feel like my body doesn’t want to relinquish it.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” He says, lowering his body, positioning his cock and I can feel it already, pushing to be let in.

A sob slips from my lips. I shake my head. I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this.

I’m too tired, too desperate, and too afraid of how much it’s going to hurt.

“Sofia,” He growls.

I don’t reply. I just bury my face, resigning myself to my fate.

He slaps me again and that thing inside me almost hits my g-spot. Almost.

“Tell me how eager you are.”

“No.”

I don’t mean to say it, I don’t mean to speak but the word comes out anyway.

He groans, leaning forward, gripping my skull by my hair.

“You gave me free use, remember? You said I could fuck you anyway I wished.”

I did say that. I stupidly said that when I was weak, and vulnerable and not understanding how far he would go.

He pushes himself into me. I try to fight but there’s nowhere to go.

He practically snarls as he works his entire length into my arse.

“Fuck,” He gasps. “If I’d known your arse would feel this good I might have given your pussy a day off, earlier.”

I can’t say anything back. I can barely breathe. I feel too stuffed. I feel like as soon as he starts thrusting he’s going to tear me in half.