Page 126 of Reckoning

No, I need to distract her some other way. I need to pull her out of her own head, give her something else to focus on.

“Take the handlebars.” I growl.

Sofia shakes her head.

“Do it.” I order. She reaches out, her hands look so tiny as she grasps them. I know she won’t have the strength to hold the full weight of this bike so I keep my left hand on it, ensuring we don’t crash.

I yank my glove off, tucking it under my thigh to keep it safe.

And then I slide my right down her body, down beneath her trousers and into her panties.

She gasps, jolting and the bike jerks ever so slightly. It’s a good warning that if I fuck this up we’ll both end up face first on the tarmac.

“Eyes on the road, Princess,” I say.

“Koen,” She tries to object but her words turn to mush as I slide my finger deep inside her.

She’s so wet, so warm, so fucking perfect. I start slow, it’s not about making her come, it’s about bringing her back out of her trauma.

Her body must be pumped with adrenaline, I’ll use that, I’ll turn her into a needy, horny little slut for me instead of the petrified creature she currently is.

I can feel the vibrations of the engine beneath us. She starts to lean back into me then realises she can’t without making us crash.

I slip a second finger inside. Her body clings to me and I start pumping away, relaxing her the only way I can.

She lets out a long moan.

“There’s a good girl.” I reply. I don’t give a fuck that we’re surrounded, I don’t give a fuck that any one of my men could turn their heads and see what I’m doing to her. This is about calming her down, about making her feel safe.

“Koen, I can’t, I can’t come.” She gasps.

My lips curl at that desperate tone of her voice. “You’ll do exactly as you’re told.” I reply.

“We’ll crash.”

“Don’t you want to come, Sofia? Don’t you want me to pleasure this pretty pussy of yours enough that you come right here on the highway?”

I know I can’t see her face, I know the helmet is hiding her expression but I’d put money on her blushing right now. She arches her back, her body giving me every sign that she needs more.

“Tell me, Sofia, tell me what you want.”

“I want…” She gulps, her hips rocking and the bike jerks a little once more.

I let out a low laugh that’s almost cruel. “You want it, don’t you, sweetheart?” I murmur. “You want to come right here?”

“Koen,” She gasps.

“Look around, look where you are.”

I hear her sharp intake of breath as she realises how vulnerable she actually is. The Sofia I first knew would never have let herself get in this situation, it’s a mark of how far she’s come, how much of her trauma she’s overcome. And how much she’s given herself over to me.

“It doesn’t matter what these fuckers think, it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks. This is about you. About what you want.” I state. “So tell me, do you want to come or do you want me to pull my fingers out, to leave your poor pussy unloved and desperate?”

I pinch her clit, giving her that tiny hit of pain that I know she’ll love.

“I want, god, Koen, please, I want to come. I don’t care, I want…” Her begging turns to a moan as I curl up deep inside her again.

She arches her back, she slams her head back and her helmet crashes into mine. Her muscles clench around me, her screams fill the mic and it takes all I have to keep the bike steady.

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