Page 30 of In the Light of Sin

“You’re playing a losing game, Joslyn,” he warned. “You can’t save everybody.”

“But I can try!” I cried out to him desperately, hands gripping the front of his hoodie against my better judgment. I ignored the way he froze under my touch. “You can’t keep me away. I care about you, Sarge.”

His chest vibrates underneath my hands, one of his large hands engulfing both my wrists before throwing them off of him. “Keep it up. I’ll lock you up and throw away the fuckin’ key.”

Now, it was my turn to huff. One thing that I would never allow again was being a prisoner on someone else’s terms. “You can’t cage me.”

“Your cage isn’t metal bars.” His head dipped almost level as mine but not any less intimidating. “It’s the way I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

I stood strong, hands on my hips, daring him to deliver on his promise. I narrowed my eyes. “No, you can’t.”

“It’s up to you to accept it.” He curtly ordered as he grabbed my right arm, roughly jerking it so my body turned, back flush with his hard front. We were now both heaving in frustration, staring at our reflection in the cracked vanity mirror. “And I’m going to show you why you don’t have a choice.”

“W-What are you doing!” Maybe I shouldn’t have sent Tyrant and Knight out of the room. For the first time since the party, I was terrified of him. He was right. He could do whatever he wanted to me with a flick of a wrist. He was three times my size.

“Shut. Up,” he growled. My throat bobbed with a fear I couldn’t quite handle. I watched as his arm raised slowly, tracing my outline. His strong and calloused hand roughly touched my back, applying pressure. “Bend over, Joslyn.”

Still stunned at this turn of events, I didn’t act quickly enough to his command. He roughly shoved my upper half down towards the counter of the vanity. My cheek hit the cool material of the black granite as I tried to see what Sarge was going to do next, but the steady, firm pressure he was applying didn’t allow me to do so. “Sarge!”

I choked on air as his other hand roughly grabbed my ass through my thin leggings, sure to leave bruises. “You pissed me off playin’ this game with me.”

“I wasn’t playing a game!” I was frantic as I tried to get out of his hold. I didn’t know what was happening or what this side of Sarge was. “Sarge, please! I’m sorry!”

He bent down, something stiff meeting my ass as his large body applied more pressure onto my back. My eyes began to sting with tears. Maybe he would hurt me after all. His panting breaths hit my ear while hot fear flooded through every crevice of my body. “Too late.”

My body began to shake as I felt Sarge’s hand lift up the hoodie I was still wearing. His hands barely ghosted a blazing trail along my newly exposed skin. Once he shoved enough material up, he stepped back slightly to push my sweatpants and underwear down, the draft in the room hitting my pussy, letting me know I didn’t have a choice anymore.

“Fuck.” His voice was strained, but I remained still, too afraid to move as I heard his movements. I thought for a brief moment maybe he was just trying to scare me.

But that was before he stepped back into me. My body tensed at what I suspected was his hard cock pressing into the crease of my ass. One of his hands landed firmly on my hip as he guided himself between my clenched legs, the head of his dick pressing to my clit before he thrust sharply into it. I wasn’t expecting that or the throb that came with it.

God, it hurts. But it hurt so good.

His cock remained pressed on my clit. The pressure it caused was all I could focus on until I felt a fingertip circle my entrance. “Dunno why.” He forced his finger in with one swift motion, making me cry out at the new sensation. He continued at a steady pace, hips and finger thrusting in unison. I couldn’t help but push my hips back to meet his wondrous and torturous pace with a sharp moan. Trying to catch my breath, he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “You bent over takin’ my cock has been hauntin’ my dreams.”

Me too.The words were at the top of my tongue, just begging to be spoken, but at this point, I don’t think I could even form a full sentence. Not when the blunt tip of his cock was rubbing deliciously against me and muddling whatever thoughts were in my mind. A particularly hard thrust left my thighs shaking and pathetic mewls passing my lips.

“Fuckin’ love the sounds you make for me.” A pitiful whimper escaped when another of Sarge’s thick fingers found my opening, roughly pushing through as this calloused fingertip rubbed against my walls. My knees felt weak, and no doubt, I would be sprawled on the floor if this counter wasn’t holding me up. As his two long fingers began to scissor my opening, I suddenly hoped he was doing all this to stretch me for all of him and not just as a tease. I needed him. He had me bent over at his mercy, exposed to anyone who walked in. I’ve never expected my heated dreams about him to become a reality. Why not give in to this moment? Give into him?

Maybe his touch would take theirs away.

Every time before this, I was passed out in a drunken haze. This was the first sexual experience I was awake to feel—to enjoy. I didn’t know how far Sarge would take this game of his, but my quivering legs and weeping cunt were hoping he’d take it all the way.

I wanted him. And with the amount of attention he was currently focusing on me, I could tell he wanted me, too. But he was as unpredictable as he was menacing. One small slip was all it would take for me to be alone and aching for him in this room.

I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to be alone in a place like this… a place that brought up so many unwanted memories that I wanted his touch to take away—even if it was just a moment of solace caused by our shared pleasure.

A moment of tranquility was better than a second of agony.

“Do you want my cock, Joslyn?” His voice was raspy, barely in control. His anger turned into an insatiable lust.

“Yes.” Was my breathless answer, my mind already made up. I pressed my body further into the granite vanity. The contact made my already hardened nipples sting with pleasure. My mind finally pushed out thoughts of the nights I used alcohol to numb any other encounter of this nature. This time, it would be different.

This time, it was with Sarge.

“Yes, what?” As the words were about to leave my tongue, his cock pressed more firmly onto my clit, silencing any words or thoughts. “I don’t know if you really want it. I need to hear the words, Sunshine. Say. It.”

“I want your cock.” I whimpered, my facade crumbling when I felt the blunt head of his cock brush over a sensitive part of me, making me cry out while I dug my nails into my palm. “Sarge, please.”

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