Page 88 of Reckoning

His lips curl like I’ve just rewarded him with some sort of prize. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to feast on these?” He asks, circling them, teasing them, slapping them lightly.

“Did you touch them when I was asleep?” I ask.

God, I sound breathless. I don’t even sound like me right now.

“I did.” He says looking me right in the eyes without a hint of shame. “But not nearly enough.”

He cups my other breast, squeezes them together. I can’t tell if I like it or not. I’m not overly sensitive when it comes to my nipples, maybe that’s why I like the idea of pain, it’s not like pleasure is doing anything.

He leans down then takes a bite.

I cry out. I jerk, twisting, only my nipple takes the full brunt of my movement.

Koen groans, pushing me onto my back. “I’ve dreamed of that.” He says. “I’ve dreamed of biting you so hard I leave teeth marks.”

Yeah, that should send me running to the hills.

That should have me freaking out.

My adrenaline is spiking, my heartrate feels through the roof, but if anything it’s turning me on. Apparently I’m a full on junkie now when it comes to Koen.

He gets up, stalks across the room, then comes back with something in his hands. I’m not sure it’s even safe to look but when I do my jaw drops.

He kneels down, leaning right over me and fixes the clamps, one after another. They’re tight, painful, but it’s definitely bearable.

“Sofia,” He growls. “You look so damn good right now.”

I can’t take deep breaths. When I try it sends a shooting pain right through each breast. But I want to please him, I want him to enjoy whatever this is. If I refuse him now he might just walk out and never touch me again.

My nipples look engorged. They’ve gone so dark red, as if all the blood is pooling where the circulation is being restricted.

He slides my bikini bottoms off, places his hands on my knees, pushes them apart and stares at my pussy. I know he can see all of me. That I’m entirely bared for him and I can’t help the squirm, nor the way my insides clench.

“I’d put a clamp on this pretty clit of yours.” He says, “But I don’t think you can handle it yet.”

“I can.” I whisper.

He lets out a laugh. “No, Sofia, you can’t.” His hand slaps me. He literally slaps my pussy and I yelp. Only the movement sends a jolt right through my breasts and my eyes well with tears.

He looks up, stares at my face and I know he can see it.

Then he raises his hand, and he slaps me again. Right on my clit.

Once more I jump, once more that pain hits me but this time he’s already soothing it, soothing with his fingers.

“You’re being such a good girl.” He states. “You’re taking this so well.”

I don’t know how to respond. His words sound so calm, so gentle, but his actions are anything but.

He slips one finger into me. I grit my teeth, trying to hold still, to spare my breasts. If he starts actually thrusting then I don’t stand a chance.

“You’re so wet, Sofia.” He says. “I think you like having your pussy slapped, don’t you? I think you like me using you like this.”

I nod, as shame radiates on my cheeks. I do like it. I can’t deny that. It hurts, it’s humiliating but in my fucked up head I’ve already been trained for this, I’ve spent an entire year being conditioned into enjoying whatever shit is thrown my way.

“Such a good girl.” Koen groans, curling his fingers, teasing a spot deep inside me that makes me arch my back despite myself. White hot pain shoots down my chest but I don’t care. I don’t give a shit. The pleasure far outweighs it. What Koen is doing, how he’s manipulating my body right now is better than anything I could ever imagine.

My legs open wider, I beg him with my body to continue this, to use me.