Page 111 of Reckoning

My eyes widen. If that’s not an admission then I don’t know what is.

“You fucked me while I was sleeping.” I state.

He nods. “I wanted to give you the attention you deserved after using you yesterday the way I did.”

I gulp. My mind starts to race at what feels like a hundred miles an hour.

Yesterday, when he dragged me into the study, I had no idea what was going on. I went into full panic mode but all that adrenaline, all that fear made me enjoy it more. Not in the moment though. No, in the moment I was truly fighting for what felt like my life, but after, when he left me there, in torn clothes, covered in his come, Christ did I like it then.

I didn’t realise he would take the ‘fair use’ so literally.

I didn’t realise he was that eager to fuck me that he’d get right on it.

I bite my lip, clenching my muscles, feeling a flash of pain. He tore me, he ripped me down there and yet if he pinned me down right now and did it again, I know I’d love every minute of it.

“What are you thinking?” He asks. “Are you having regrets now?”

“No,” I say quickly. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea. I don’t want him to start thinking that I need him to stop whatever this is.

He leans down, claiming my lips and I wrap my hands into his long hair, deepening it.

His hand snakes around my body, finding my nipple and he twirls it, fondles my breast, starts clearly enjoying just playing with me.

I can hear my breath picking up. I can feel that wetness between my legs increasing.

I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care if it rips me more, I want him inside me, I want to remember it this time and not be asleep.

He starts peppering my skin with kisses, worshipping me. It feels incredible to just lie there and let him, to feel so calm, so safe, so utterly loved.

He grabs my leg, pulling it aside so that I’m wide open and as I shut my eyes and prepare for the feel of his fingers forcing their way into me, something wet, something entirely different sweeps between my labia.

I jolt, staring down and he’s there, twisted round, running his tongue up and down with long languid strokes.

Last time he ate me out it was like he was under some sort of countdown, like he was racing to get me off as quickly as possible. This time it’s so different. He’s teasing, sucking, licking like he’s got all day to get me off. I let out a moan, grabbing hold of his hair, it’s so damn good. How does this man even know how to use his mouth like that?

His fingers hold my entrance open and he slips his tongue in, fucking me so incredibly slowly.

“Oh god,” I gasp.

He doesn’t respond. He just keeps going, keeps pleasuring me on and on and on.

I don’t know if he can feel the tear but the way he’s thrusting makes it feel so much better. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose, kissing the part of me that he hurt.

“Koen,” I moan. I want to come. I need to come. I’m not that close but I’m already a desperate, horny mess.

He shakes his head, fixing me with a look before he reluctantly withdraws his mouth. “You come when I’m ready for you to.” He states.

“But I thought this was about me getting pleasure?” I reply.

He grins. “Are you not enjoying yourself, is that it? Are you saying that you want me to stop?”

“No,” I gasp.

The bastard lets out a chuckle before adjusting his grip. “You’re my plaything, Sofia, so I’ll play with you however I choose and you won’t complain, do you understand?”

I nod quickly despite the fact that I still want to argue. That’s his kink, isn’t it. He likes control. He likes to be in charge. He’s given me what I want enough times, I won’t ruin this for him.

He returns to pleasuring me, sucking, teasing until I’m such a sweaty needy mess I can’t even think straight.

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