Page 127 of Redeemed

Colton continues fucking my throat while he slowly drags a finger over my clit. It shouldn’t feel good, but it does, and the remaining respect I have for myself crumbles away.

Horror mixes with lustful cravings as I feel my stomach tightening from Colton’s touch. He’s drawing sensations out of me that no one ever has—except him, in the rose garden freshman year.

Ever since, I always thought I’d be too scared for it to feel good, but here he is, proving me wrong. My panic at being touched like this has faded. I’d never say I’m enjoying this—the heavy pain sitting on my chest is proof enough of that—but a piece of me dies as a traitorous question settles over me.

What if I do need this?

When Colton pulls out to let me breathe, a cry leaves my lips as I gasp for air. He crouches next to the bed, and his hand cups the back of my head for support. His lips press against my forehead in a kiss that’s startlingly gentle considering what he’s doing to me.

“I know you hate me.” Another kiss, this time on my cheek. “But one day, you’ll see.” The tip of my nose. “You’ll realize I was right.” He licks at the tears streaming down my face. “I’ve spent years learning you, getting under your skin and into your thoughts. I know you. And I’m going to give you what you need, whether you want it or not.”

When he kisses me, I’m too numb to do anything but kiss him back. And when he stands and runs the tip of his cock across my lips, I open my mouth automatically.

“Knew I was right,” he mutters to himself as he slides inside. He holds himself there for a second before picking up his previous brutal pace. A moment later, his fingers return to my clit.

Pleasure zaps through me, and I jolt. He chuckles, which only fuels my hatred—both at him and myself.

“I think I’m going to enjoy having you locked up here,” he says, thrusting into me. He runs a finger down my throat, feeling how far his dick is lodged inside of me. “We’ll train you to be our mindless, obedient little doll, and then… well, maybe we won’t let you go after that.”

With a muffled scream, I try to shove him away from me with my cuffed hands, but he doesn’t budge. If anything, he drives into me harder. I claw at whatever I can reach—his arms, his stomach, his thighs.

It’s a mistake. Not because he retaliates, but because my helpless struggling makes him come.

Colton slows to a halt and lets out a deep, guttural groan. His cum shoots down my throat, making me gag uncontrollably. I can feel his cock throbbing against my tongue. It’s something that would’ve given me satisfaction if I were in this position voluntarily, but now, it just makes a small part of me shrivel up and die.

When Colton’s orgasm finally winds down, he pulls out of me. He drops to his knees and leans into the mattress for support. He’s panting, and he looks almost shocked, like he wasn’t expecting it to be that intense.

Maybe he wasn’t. To him, this isn’t even about his pleasure.

It’s about destroying me.

Colton’s eyes lock with mine as a small amount of cum dribbles out of my mouth. When I don’t move to wipe it away, he leans in and licks it up. Now I’m the one who’s shocked. He’s never seemed like the type to do something like that.

I frown. “Why—”

Colton spits the cum into my open mouth, eyes hard. “Swallow it, slut. It’s your job. I expect you to do it well.”

My chest burns, but I do as he says.

Nowit makes sense.

Colton stands and leans over me again. My clit is aching to be touched, so when he finally does, a moan of relief accidentally slips free.

“That sure sounds like you’re enjoying this.” He adds more pressure, pulling a whimper out of me. “I told you this is what you need.”

“Please stop,” I whisper, even though I know he won’t. Even though I’m not sure if he’s right or wrong.

“Am I still the only man who’s ever made you come by playing with your cunt?”

I turn my head away and scrunch my eyes closed. I wish he’d just shut up. All his questions are so pointed. Sopainful.

Colton slaps my pussy hard enough to make me yelp. “Am I?”

“Why do you care?” It’s meant to come out sharp and angry, but instead, I sound breathless and needy.

I’m close to coming. Too close.

This can’t be happening.

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