Page 136 of Reckoning

I run my hands back over her.

“I’d say five will do it.”

“Five what?” She stammers.

My lips grin. I could warn her. I could tell her what my plan is but then where would be the fun? I raise my hand, straighten my fingers, then bring it down on her left cheek.

She gasps in shock but before she has time to recover I slap her right.

“No.” She sobs.

“You will take this.” I state.

“Please…”

Fuck, I love the way she begs, I love the pitiful sound in her voice when she knows she’s been naughty and yet she so desperately wants a reprieve.

My response is to slap her again.

She starts crying, whimpering into the sheets. I’m not going easy on her. I’m hitting her hard enough that sheshouldbe crying. When I’m done her skin is bright red. I can see my very fingers stretched out over her.

I pick up the second toy and slide it inside. She shakes her head but her body accepts it readily enough, greedy little thing that it is.

“Take your punishment.” I growl.

“Koen…”

I tut, running my hand back over her sensitive flesh. She thinks this will all be pain but I’m about to leave her squirming with pleasure.

I flick the remote on. The way the egg is buried means I can’t hear the buzz but I know it’s working from the way she reacts.

The way her body quivers. She gasps, clenching her hands tightly against the restraints.

I take it up one notch and she groans, burying her face in the mattress.

“You’re going to stay here.” I state. “You’re going to be a good girl and wait for me to come back.”

I don’t wait for her reply. I just turn around and leave her there, heading down to the basement.

Sofia

Ican’t think. I can’t move. I can’t do anything.

The toy inside me is vibrating enough that I can feel my body thrumming, feel my heart slamming into my chest and damn does my pussy throb.

I want more. I need more.

Whatever this is, it isn’t enough.

But then, that’s the point, isn’t it? I work that out after the first hour of waiting desperately for his return.

He’s left me here, immobile, with a plug in my arse and something getting me so close to coming but never close enough.

I squirm, I fidget, I rub my thighs together and do everything I can to try to relieve the pressure and it does fuck all.

I know when he comes back he’s going to take my arse. I know that’s been on the books for a while.

In a way I’m more afraid of that than I was him fucking me vaginally. At least that was good, at least that felt good. I don’t see how anal sex can do anything for a woman except cause pain, and I’m fearful of the flashbacks, of the memories that might raise their ugly head, once we embark down this path.

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