Page 27 of Traithorn

I honestly couldn’t tell her the answer—the truth is far too complicated.

“Oh, darling. I’m about to,” her smile is razor-sharp, and it’s at that moment I see what she’s been hiding behind her back.

A strap.

A fucking strap-on.

“Do you want me in your mouth or sweet cunt?”

I scoff. “Neither.”

Without forewarning, something prods my lips, causing them to involuntarily open. I can’t see what it is because of the dim light, but when the flames flicker, it reveals the object.

A gasp escapes me, and she seizes the moment to push a fucking dildo into my mouth, silencing any protests.

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you,” she smirks.

I’m forced to take the dildo, sliding against my tongue and soon hitting my throat. All the while, she teases my sensitive nub with her fingers, pinching it until I can’t resist the light cry.

I don’t have a moment to even recover before she pinches it again, then rubs lightly, gliding lower.

My back arches, even when I desperately try to get it tonotdo that. The dildo slides out of my mouth, slides in again to hitthe back of my throat, saliva drooling out of the corners of my mouth.

Tears sting my eyes, hoping she won’t see them because of the darkness. I can’t take this—this relentless pain in my chest, the overwhelming sensations she’s causing me.

When I gag and am forced to cough, she finally pulls it out of my mouth, only to trail it against the lines of my lips, coating them in my saliva.

I try to squirm away, my arms hurting behind my back—I’m lying on my back, with my hands pushed against the floor in the most uncomfortable position ever.

This feels like a fever dream. One that I will awaken from, safe and sound in my own bed.

The dildo disappears, and I heave out a breath of relief. That’s until I hear the sound of something shifting, fabric rustling, along with the flames roaring behind me. This castle is eerie in the night, even more so now with her by my side.

My eyes are like two saucers when I watch her expression in the flickering light—that twisted smile, mischievous eyes roving over me. My gaze lowers until I’m staring at the fucking strap on around her waist, and she gives a good show. Leaning down, she unties the restraints and pushes my thighs apart. Careless.

She always was that; never once careful or soft. Always demanding, dominating, and cunning.

And once upon a time, I loved that. Perhaps I still do.

“You’re going to take me like the good girl you are,” she says, positioning the dildo against my wet heat.

I’m pulsing with the need to have her, and yet I want to get free. There’s a raging war inside my fragile mind.

I can’t fall down this trap again. I’m no longer Alice; vulnerable, falling down the rabbit hole out of pure curiosity.

I cry out when she pushes inside me, entering me in brutal, slowed motions that make my spine arch.

“No!” I protest, swallowing the cries that want to escape.

“No?” she imitates in mock amusement. “Then why are you soaked for me?”

Just at that moment, she pushes so far into me, my eyes roll back, hitting that sensitive spot inside me. Her fingers find my clit again, rubbing in precise strokes, making my stomach tighten with pleasure.

Shame coils tight inside me, knowing I shouldn’t give in to this.

Whatever sorcery this is.

Keeping me pinned beneath her, it’s as if she can read my complicated thoughts.

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