Page 59 of Broken Discipline
“We’re doing that too?” she asked. “But your hand is so—”
“You can take it, baby. I know you can.”
Her eyes glazed over. I pressed her knees apart. The machine had already warmed her up for me, but my fist was much bigger. It wasn’t going to be easy. It was going to hurt.
But it would be so fucking hot.
I pressed my fingers together, in the shape of a bird’s beak, then eased my fingertips into her, to the second set of knuckles. She sucked in a breath, but unconsciously nodded, telling me to do more. Once I pressed to my final set of knuckles, ready to curl my fingers into a fist inside of her, she tensed on that edge, her muscles clenching around me. I waited there, holding my breath too. After a few seconds, she nodded again, deeply and purposefully this time, and my dick throbbed against my thigh.
“That’s it, baby,” I said, easing myself the tiniest amount in. “Show me how much you love it. How much you love getting off, no matter what I give you.” I leaned forward so that my mouth was close to her navel, my fist almost fully inside of her. “It’s going to feel so fucking good, Ramona. You won’t know what to do with yourself.”
Her whimper was poignant and intoxicating, like she didn’t know whether she was desperate to flee or desperate to come. I growled, the primal vibrations rumbling through my chest.
“You can do it for me,” I said. “Even if it’s a machine or my fist, my baby loves doing whatever I tell her to do.”
“I do. I do, Finn. I do,” she cried.
I focused on those words. In my mind, we were standing at an altar of sin, and I was waiting to make her my bride, the right fucking way. I wanted to be everything for her. Her husband. Her protector. Her fucking savior. For once in her life, I wanted to take care of her, and by saying those words—I do, Finn. I do—she had shown that I was actually doing it. There was no terror or bad memories in what we were doing. It was just us.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper red, and with my free hand, I gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me.
“That’s right, baby,” I said. “Your sweet little pussy is going to take my fist. Such a needy, greedy little pussy. All stretched out for me.”
My knuckles bridged the lip of her pussy, rounding over that final set of knuckles. I curled my fingers into a fist inside of her warm, sopping wet walls and her cunt gripped around me like a glove. Every one of her muscles crushed my fist, threatening to break every bone in my hand. The pain surged through my arm, but seeing her like that—her face and chest covered in sweat, her thighs drenched with come and lube, her limbs trembling at the pleasure, at the pain—was worth it. She was beautiful.
She was trusting me with this.
I grabbed the knife off of the nightstand with my free hand. Then I held the tip of the blade to her neck.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Tell me their names again,” I demanded.
“What?”
I twitched my fist inside of her, wiggling my fingers the barest amount, and she squirmed, the sensations overwhelming her. She thrust her hips forward, and I pumped my fist inside, her mouth opening into an O, ready to scream for me.
“Tell me their names again,” I repeated. I let the edge of the blade drag a thin white line across her throat, never breaking the skin, but enough to let the fear tingle in her chest. My cock twitched. “Who hurt you at the Masquerades, Ramona? Tell me their names.”
I pumped my fist inside of her, then tickled her clit with the edge of my blade, and she cried out, so sweet and addicting. I lifted the blade, moving my fist slowly, letting her catch her breath.
“Kien!” she shouted. An image of the man with yellow bile and blood covering his face flashed in my mind. I pumped my fist harder.
“Another,” I ordered.
“Lennon!” I imagined planting his decapitated head in that grove of trees, but instead, he had melted in the acid vats. I threw the knife to the side, letting it skitter across the nightstand. I wanted to fist-fuck Ramona until her cunt wrung the blood out of my veins. Her pupils were dilated, her breaths panting like a fleeing animal.
“Another, baby. Tell me another.”
“Manner!”
A vision of a corpse lying on the asphalt in a pool of blood flashed in my mind. I dragged my bearded face across her hairy mound. I licked her clit, swirling my tongue around her, and she bucked on my hand like she couldn’t get enough. Her hips twitching forward.
“You’re going to make me come!” she shouted.
“Then come, Kylie,” I said. “Come for me.”
I tasted her, swirling my tongue around her smooth, puffy clit, and her knees thrust together, squeezing around my head. She groaned like a beast, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull, every muscle in her body contorting like she was being electrified. My cock pulsed, wanting so badly to come too, but I held back, letting her orgasm ride through her body.
