Page 62 of Bared Betrayal
“I dunno. He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t pry. He doesn’t want to get into emotions and shit.”
He gets up, his cock hard and bobbing as he walks closer, every muscle taut and roped across his naked body. The look in his eyes takes my breath away, and I gasp when he rips the sheet off me, tossing it to the floor.
“What are you doing?” My voice is a whisper, desire gripping my lungs and making it almost impossible to talk as he grabs my legs and pulls me toward him.
He leans over me and grips my wrists, pinning them above my head while lowering himself on top of me, his hard length pressing against my naked pussy.
“How does he fuck you?”
“Excuse me?” I fight to get out of his grip, but I can’t move.
“How does my son fuck you?”
“That is none of your business.”
“Does he fuck you like you need to be fucked? Does he fuck you like I do?” He snarls again and then flips me over so I am lying on my stomach. His hand trails down the fresh marks, sending a wave of hot pain through my back. “Does he know how to break you and put you back together?”
“I said it’s none of your business.” I struggle to get out of his grasp, but he has both of my wrists in one hand, and he slaps my ass. With all the welts, it’s like fire erupted where he hits me, and I scream into the mattress.
He ties my wrists together with a silk tie and holds me down.
“Tell me the truth, Kallie. Every single lie you tell, I will punish you.”
I am so fucking turned on I can’t think clearly.
“I know you are holding something back. I can practically smell the secrets on you. What is it? What has you coming back for my whip?”
“Go fuck yourself,” I spit out.
“Oh, baby girl, I’m not the one about to get fucked.”
I feel something cold drip onto my ass crack, followed by his fingers sliding between my cheeks and spreading it around my hole. I struggle harder, trying to get away from him.
“Please,” I beg. “I’ve never—”
“Don’t worry, pet. I’m not going to fuck this tight little virgin ass yet.” He slaps my ass again. The sharp pain sends a shock of need to my core and makes it pulse. “I need to get it ready for me, but make no mistake, this ass will be mine. Soon.” He pushes another finger in, and it burns, yet feels good at the same time. I cry out as he twists his fingers inside me, adding more lube.
“You keep making those sweet little noises and I won’t be able to resist. Your ass is going to look so good stretched around my cock, with these stripes glowing bright red.”
I start to pant, my skin prickling with anticipation.
“You know your safe word. Use it.” He slaps my ass again, and I have to bite back a scream.
I know I can use my safe word, but I don’t want to. It hurts, the way he hits my bruises, the way his fingers are stretching out my ass, but it fuels this dark pleasure in my core. The pain is making my clit pulse and my cunt wet. I want him to push my boundaries. I want him to abuse my body and take me to new heights that only he can.
Something hard and cold presses against my ass, and I squirm. I try to turn my head to look, but he holds my shoulders down with his forearm, pinning me in place.
“Keep still,” he urges. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”
I bite back another cry of pain as he pushes it into my ass. Whatever it is, it’s tapered. The farther he pushes it in, the more my hole is stretched—feeling good and uncomfortable at the same damn time.
Gabriel doesn’t say anything, just a groan of appreciation that makes me feel beautiful as he caresses my ass cheek and then presses on the plug.
“Be my good girl, and I’ll reward you. Be a bad girl, and I’ll punish you.” He gets off the bed.
“Yes, sir,” I say as I silently pray he does both. Something smooth and cool is tied around my ankle then pulled tight before he moves to secure the other one.
“Do you know what this is?”
