Page 138 of Reckoning

His hand twists around, he finds my clit, and once again, I shake my head.

“You’re going to come.” He states. “You’re going to behave. And you’re going to enjoy it.”

“Please,” I gasp.

He pinches my clit so hard I start sobbing.

“This is your punishment.” He says right into my ear. “Now, take it like a good girl or I’ll spank you more.”

I want to fight. I want to scream out but he’s right, he has all the power right now, there’s nothing I can do but endure this and let him use me.

He starts circling, teasing, running his fingers up and down my pussy, spreading the shameful amount of arousal I’ve leaked out.

I try to stay still, to not grind my arse but within seconds I lose any other thought beyond the screaming voice in my head that’s demanding a release from all this pressure.

As soon as I do it, as soon as I start enjoying it, he makes his move. He eases himself out, then slides back into me.

It hurts. It really fucking hurts. I feel like I’m on the verge of a panic attack, I feel like my body is trembling so much the entire bed is shaking.

“Relax.” He murmurs. “Let yourself enjoy this.”

I can’t. I can’t relax. I can’t do anything.

He hisses, clearly annoyed at my response and he starts teasing me more, forcing my body to focus on my impending orgasm.

And then that thing inside me goes off. He must hit some turbo button because it’s like everything goes mad. I cry out, I sob, my body heaves with the desperate need for this to be over.

He starts groaning, picking up his pace.

I can feel the rope burning with every thrust. I can feel my skin starting to tear.

“You’re doing so good,” He praises but I can barely hear him over the sound of my own tears.

His hips are slamming into mine. He’s not being gentle. Maybe that plug opened me up a bit but he’s still far too big for this.

“Come for me, Little Devil. Be a good girl and behave.”

I don’t want to. I know if I do I’m going to jerk, to twist, that these bindings are going to hurt me more.

He slaps my arse harder than ever and I scream out.

“Come.” He demands, pinching my clit, forcing me right over the edge.

My body freezes, my head seems to lose all thoughts. Stars prick my vision but I’m screaming, bucking, losing what little control I still had.

He’s groaning, fucking me just as hard and then he pours himself into me, pours himself into my arse before slumping down onto the bed.

I’m forced to lay there, to stay bent over with my arse in the air as his come starts to leak out.

When he gets up, he’s tilting his head, examining me like I’m a science project, before he’s pulling that damned toy out of my pussy.

My body physically deflates, I let out a low breath, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

“Untie me.” I whisper. My throat feels so hoarse, I wouldn’t be surprised if I lost my voice after all of this.

He tuts, shaking his head. “You think that was the only punishment you’re getting?”

My eyes widen, I start whimpering more.