Page 89 of Reckoning

His hand once more wraps around my throat and he starts thrusting, pumping, fucking away relentlessly with his hand.

I whimper. I cry. Actual tears are streaming down my face but I don’t ask him to stop. I don’t want him to.

“That’s it.” Koen growls. “Take it, let your pussy enjoy every second of this. Clench around me, show me how much you’re enjoying this.”

“Fuck,” I don’t know if it’s from pain or pleasure but the word slips out.

Koen looks at my face, he stares into my eyes, and then he lowers his mouth planting his teeth onto my right thigh and he bites.

The effect is instantaneous. I explode. I combust. I lose myself in what I know is merely an orgasm but it feels so much more than it, it feels so much more intense. It’s earth shattering.

I scream, I writhe, I don’t care how the clamps rip my flesh, I don’t care how Koen’s teeth tear my skin. I become something else, I rock my hips, fucking his fingers so desperately as I ride out every second of this euphoria.

And when I do finally come down, I can’t even speak. I can’t even think. I just lie there, like I’m mute, seeing how Koen cleans me up, how he undoes the clamps and places ice on both my nipples, circling them until it’s all melted.

He carries me into the shower. I don’t really understand why he’s washing me off, it’s not like I’m dirty, but I don’t complain, I don’t have the energy too. I just hang limply in his arms until he’s finished. And then he’s drying me off, tucking me back into his bed and turning off the light.

The last thing I see before I drift off is him sat there, watching me, like he’s some sort of guardian angel, only I’ve come to realise he’s not that.

He’s the devil. The actual devil.

And I’m a sinner happily caught in his particular version of hell.

Maybe I’ll rot here.

Maybe this is my ultimate punishment.

My true life sentence for all the sins I’ve committed. All the mistakes I’ve made.

I’ve stepped into this trap of his, and it feels like he’s slowly turning the screws, locking me up, but I’m okay with it. I’m content with it.

As long as he keeps playing with me, as long as he keeps touching me, torturing me so deliciously, he can imprison me forever.

I just want him.

All of him.

Every last piece.

Koen

Istay with her, waiting until she falls asleep and then I tuck her up into the covers.

Once more I’ve gone too far, taken things way beyond what I wanted. And yet I have no regrets. She was beautiful. Magnificent. The way her nipples swelled, the way her cunt turned dripping wet after I’d spanked her.

Yeah, she is into pain – she clearly wasn’t lying about that.

I couldn’t resist biting her, I couldn’t resist leaving a memento that will last, that will linger.

Tomorrow she’ll wake and her breasts will hurt and her leg will be bruised. I’ll admit I like the idea of that, that she’ll be walking around, carrying the evidence of what we did tonight for days.

My cock is desperate for attention. There are enough whores down in the basement for me to know I could get myself sorted there, but it feels a betrayal. We may not be a couple in the normal sense of the word but while I’m with Sofia I have no interest in any other woman. I doubt if I tried I’d even be able to fuck another. I’ve wanted Sofia for more than a year and now that I finally have her I know I won’t be satisfied with any cheap imitation.

Once it’s clear she’s not waking up, I stalk back through the house and down to the basement, the side where my men have an entire fortress worth of space.

There’s a group of them playing cards, drinking, relaxing. On any ordinary night I wouldn’t give a shit but when I see Reid amongst them my fury explodes.

I grab the table flipping it one handed and whatever is on top, all the chips, go flying.