Page 102 of Reckoning

“Yeah?”

I nod. “So I guess we have an agreement then.”

“And what’s that?”

“That you can’t fuck anyone else. If you want to get off you have to use me.” Christ I sound bold. I sound so confident.

He lets out a low laugh that rumbles from his chest. “Oh, I’ll use you alright, Sofia. But you may live to regret those words.”

Koen

It’s late morning. We’re both still in bed and though neither of us is asleep, we’re not making any moves to get up.

My cock is so hard it hurts. I can practically feel it weeping with the need to be shoved down her throat again.

My hands are tracing up her body, feeling the way her skin turns to goosebumps, the way she squirms just a little, the way she’s rocking her hips, trying to build enough friction to ease that tension between her thighs.

“You’re feeling needy?” I whisper in her ear.

She nods, rocking that arse against me.

“Tell me what you want.” I ask.

She huffs like she doesn’t want to admit it. Like she just wants me to take over, only as much as I enjoy that, I want her to be present, to be actively choosing this. This isn’t just about me fucking her, this is about me giving her everything she needs.

“You want to come, right?” I state. “How do you want that to happen?”

“With your cock.” She says almost petulantly.

I pause, narrowing my eyes. There’s no way she’s mentally ready for that. But I’m not going to refuse her if that’s what she truly wants. Nor am I going to deny myself.

I slide her panties to one side, probing her entrance. “You want me to fuck you?” I ask.

She nods back, burying her face into the pillow like she’s ashamed to admit it.

I snarl, pulling her back, forcing her to look at me. “If you want my cock inside you then you’ll look me in the eyes.” I state.

She gasps, her own go wide as saucers and I see the way that vein at her neck starts pumping more rapidly. Does she get off on the fear, is that it? Is that what her kink is?

I rip her underwear off, tossing it, then place myself so that I’m right on top of her. It’s dominating. Possessive. And that’s the point. She needs to understand who I am, what I am, that I can be gentle but if she pushes me, this is what she gets.

At my core, I’m little more than a monster, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and every time she goads me, she chips away a little more at my carefully constructed façade.

She gulps and I can feel from the way her body is trembling that she’s already struggling.

Only it’s too late now, she asked for this. This is what she’s going to get.

I’ve waited too long, have forced myself to do nothing. She wants to taunt and tease, she wants to offer herself up then she can’t blame me for the consequences.

I lean over, grabbing the lube from the bedside table. She’s tight, unprepped. If I fuck her right now I’ll rip her in half and she won’t thank me for it.

I pour enough liquid over her cunt to fill a jar.

She gasps squirming as I run my fingers down, spreading it all over her. I slide two fingers in. Both at the same time. I know I should be gentler but this will be nothing compared to my cock.

She clenches around me. Christ, she’s too tight.

Even after I start thrusting, stretching, she’s still too damn tight.

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