Page 131 of Reckoning

“You’re so bruised.” He murmurs. “This poor pussy is battered.”

I shouldn’t feel like I’m proud. I shouldn’t feel like I’ve earnt those words.

“I think filling you with my come would make it better, don’t you?”

I nod quickly. Yes. Yes, that would help. That would be a start.

He chuckles, like he knew this would be my response, like he understands what a needy little bitch I’m becoming.

This time when he slides into me, it’s so controlled, so slow. If I could imagine the way he takes me when I’m asleep, I’d say it’s like this, considerate. He’s not gentle, but he’s measured, like he wants to witness the evidence of every inch of my body he’s taking, written there on my face.

I arch my back, I grip the sheets so tightly, moaning with pleasure and delight.

“Touch yourself.” He orders. “Pinch your clit, make yourself come while I watch.”

I don’t hesitate to move, to do it. my right hand snakes down, finding my poor battered clit and I tease myself carefully, slowly circling, running my fingertips up and down while Koen holds himself still, buried inside me.

Fuck, the look in his eyes, the way he’s watching this. I can’t explain how my heart flips, how it races. Maybe I should do this more often, maybe one day I should tie him down and put on a show, pleasure myself for him to watch. I’d drive him to distraction. I’d tease him until he lost all control and then let him completely and utterly break my body when he finally got loose.

“Don’t be gentle.” He growls. “Make it hurt. You know you like pain, so don’t hide from it.”

My heart picks up. He wants me to hurt myself? He truly wants that? Then fine.

My left hand reaches up to my breasts. He traces the movement, he narrows his eyes, not missing a second as I pinch and squeeze my nipples. My tears start streaming down my cheeks but around his cock I’m clenching so tightly.

“That’s it.” He groans. “That’s fucking beautiful.”

I can’t formulate words. I can’t do anything but keep going, keeping pleasuring my clit while hurting my breasts. Koen starts thrusting again, rocking my body and if anything that heightens all of this.

“Oh god,” I gasp. I’m not sure I can even come again. I’m not sure I have anything left in me to come. But I want to do it. I want to give him everything he deserves, and he deserves this. He deserves every inch of my body, every second of me.

“Koen,” I scream.

“That’s it.” He growls, slapping my breast.

Fuck it hurts. It hurts too much.

My adrenaline suddenly spikes, my eyes lose focus and I lose all control. I spasm, I jerk, I come one final time but no noise leaves my mouth. It’s like my voice is broken, like I’m too exhausted to scream.

He digs his hands into my hips, he growls out, pumping into me, before he too slumps down onto the bed.

I stare at him, wanting so desperately to get these clamps off but I won’t make the move. It’s his decision. If he decides I have to wear these from now until eternity then I’ll do it. I’ll wear them with pride.

He leans over as if reading my mind, and he starts lathering my breasts with attention, licking them, kissing them, caressing them. One by one he undoes the metal and as that awful sensation starts rushing back he fixes himself between my thighs, resting on his elbows, kissing them better.

Koen

“They’re taking their sweet time.” Colt grumbles beside me.

I smirk, staring into the distance, at where the road is still obviously devoid of traffic.

He’s not wrong. They are late. But then Barnaby Smith was never good at time keeping.

Roman dropped off the supplies two days ago. It took eight trucks to transport it all here. But this deal ensures our success for years to come. This deal will make us very rich men.

The wind howls around us. When the snow comes it will bring its own problems. No doubt we’ll have to rely on the tunnels more, will have to expand them further.

“How’s Sofia after the other day?” Colt asks.

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