Page 50 of The Retaliation You Deliver

“NO,” he booms, his grip on my hips painful as his cock swells, letting me know that he’s about to explode. “NOOO,” he cries but before he comes, he pulls out of me, lifts me from the counter and pushes me to the floor.

I land on my ass with a thud, pain shooting up my spine as he fists his cock in front of me.

I’m enthralled looking between the fierce expression on his face and the way he violently tugs at himself.

“ARGH,” he cries, his entire body locking up for a beat before jets of cum shoot from his cock, covering my chest.

He stills for a moment, his hand resting on the wall above me, the room falling silent for long seconds as we both fight to catch our breaths.

I watch him from my seat at his feet, his eyes closed, his face twisted in torment, all his hate for himself, for the world, oozing from his every pore as I wait for what comes next.

My body aches, my arms and shoulders pull, and my pussy clenches around nothing as it tries to find what it needs to climax as I shiver against the cold tiles beneath me.

Any thought that this might be over is obliterated the second he opens his eyes.

They’re even colder than they were before, if that’s even possible.

“Look at you at my feet covered in my cum.” He smiles and my stomach tumbles.

I might claim not to be scared of him, but right now he looks unhinged.

I breathe a sigh of relief when he reaches behind me and releases my arms, but it’s short-lived because he only frees one hand.

He looks around the room briefly before lifting me and placing me in the shower. He lifts my arms and reloops his belt around my wrists.

“What the hell are you doing?” I scream as he connects his belt to the rail in the shower. “Leon,” I cry when he takes a step back.

“Open your legs, I want to see your swollen cunt.”

My breath catches in my throat.

“Who are you?” I breathe, desperate to see just a hint of the Leon I thought I knew instead of this monster I’m staring at right now.

“Just a broken little boy,” he mutters, turning his back on me and storming from the bathroom without so much as a glance over his shoulder.

“LEON,” I scream, harshly pulling at the railing above me in the hope I can dislodge it somehow, but it’s pointless. “FUUUUUCK,” I scream, kicking my legs in frustration.

9

Macie

My body shivers against the cold, my arms ache, my fingers feel like ice up above my head. They went numb a long time ago but I gave up fighting to release myself before that happened.

Only minutes after he left the bathroom, the main hotel room door slammed shut.

At first, I hoped he was just playing mind games with me, that he was still here and just trying to punish me, but I knew it wasn’t the case because I felt his presence was gone.

My tears have long dried up, my hope vanishing with it.

He’s not coming back.

I’m going to be found stuck here in the morning by some poor member of the hotel staff who’s going to have to rescue me, see the state he left me in.

That bothers me less than the pity I know is going to be in their eyes as they release me.

I don’t want their pity.

I knew what I was getting myself into tonight. I knew the beast I was poking with my words. I knew he was going to react badly to the truth. It’s why I did it.