Page 127 of Penance

I’m shaking as I reach up, pushing against him, my palms pounding against his chest until he catches my wrists in one hand and pins them to the mattress above my head.

“Mercy,” he growls. “Look at me. Eyes on me. You need to breathe.”

I try.

I try to pull in a breath, but every part of me is panicking, shaking and tense, trying to get away. His free hand comes up and cups my jaw, forcing me to look up at him.

“Take a breath,” he says, his thumb circling my chin. “Breathe for me. Come on. If you don’t relax, its going to hurt a lot more.”

I try. I try to force the breath, but it won’t come.

His words don’t help.

If anything, they make it worse.

My vision grows hazy at the edges, and my head is swimming.

I feel like I’m going to burst, tear open at the seams like a tick full of blood.

“Come on,” he says, gently touching my skin in a way that feels comforting, soothing. “In and out, baby girl.”

Finally, the dam breaks, and oxygen floods into my lungs.

I can breathe again, and I feel it flood every muscle, untying the knots and softening the flesh. Finally, I allow myself to relax, just a little bit.

“Just a little more,” he tells me, and that’s when I feel him plunge his fingers inside my pussy, and all the pain falls away. Maybe it’s the distraction, but it becomes a feeling I’ve never felt before, something so intense that I can feel my back arch and my thighs start to shake instantly.

I go from panicked to excited, grinding down on his hand, and then to a place so close to orgasm that I can feel electricity flowing through my body, but there are no thoughts I can use to ground myself.

“D-Draco,” I whine. “Gonna… cum.”

His eyes darken at my words, and he begins to move, thrusting into me with a steady rhythm that sends shocks through my entire body. At the same time, he tears his fingers out of me, and I whimper at the loss of contact. I fight to pull my hands away, to do it myself, but he holds me fast.

Tears fill my eyes.

I’m so frustrated, I want to cry.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls. “I don’t want you to cum.”

My mouth falls open in a gasp, and I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing. His hands grab hold of my hips, his fingers digging into my skin like claws as he takes what he wants from me.

Taking, but giving me nothing.

“Please?” I whimper, catching his eyes with mine. “S-so close. W-want to c-cum. Please Draco?! Fuck!”

That’s bad.

That’s a bad word but I can’t force myself to care right now.

My fingers twist into the comforter even tighter, my grip on the fabric slicing into my palms as I bear down, rolling my hips against him. His hands grip my hips tightly, thrusting deeper into me with each pass, forcing breaths out of me in ragged gasps.

He’s holding me down, not letting me move.

The pain quickly turns into something else entirely—a pleasure so intense it consumes me. Every thrust sends waves rippling through my body, an intense feeling of being consumed, and it feels… right.

It feels like I had been missing out on something so amazing this whole time, and I almost hate myself for not begging for this sooner.

I’m throbbing, pulsing, climbing higher and higher.

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