Page 14 of The Author

I tried to stop the tremors running down my body. The man had shaved every inch of me. Never had I felt more humiliated in all my life.

What sort of a person was he? Who fucking did this? Criminals.

I thought went to the character in my dark romance. He was a fucking angel compared to this psychotic bastard. My feet ached, and now my ass was stinging. I slowly shifted my head off the pillow to see if he was there.

The bedroom door was closed, but he wasn’t in the room. I relaxed into the pillow. My reprieve didn’t last long as I heard the door open and his footsteps come towards the bed.

“This is nice. I don’t need to look at your lying face. I am going to have so much fun with your holes,” he said while he stroked my ass cheek.

I didn’t move or make a sound. If he whipped my ass like he did my feet, it would be more than I could bear.

His hand dipped down between my legs.

“It's been years since you fucked someone. I bet you're going to hate yourself when your cunt gets wet for my cock,” he said, running his fingers along my pussy.

I clenched my eyes and pushed my face into the pillow, ignoring the stitches on my lips rubbing on the material. He pushed a finger inside me, and I felt utterly ashamed at how easily he slipped inside me. He had spent a long time fondling me in the bathtub under the guise of washing me.

The bastard. I was only human.

He chuckled.

“That didn't take long, did it?” He asked before pushing another finger inside me.

He gradually built up the speed and rubbed my clit. I tried my best not to move. To not react. He pulled his fingers out, and I felt him shuffle around behind me. He spread my legs further apart, and I felt him put some cloth or towel between my legs.

“Since I don't have any condoms, I'm going to fuck your asshole, Faye. Shoving a few fingers in there wasn't enough for me.”

I lifted my head up to moan and shake my head. He shoved my head back down. I felt him pour some liquid on me it dripped down my ass and ran down my legs. He massaged my aching flesh before pouring more on me. This time I felt his finger push into my ass again. I moaned into the pillow in protest.

“Such a tight little asshole. I should be thanking you for stealing my work. I've never been able to retaliate against someone fully. I never knew how exceptional it would feel to get years of shit off my chest. It feels damn good getting some payback,” he said while he pushed his finger in and out of my ass.

I whimpered against the pillow. If I could talk, I doubt it would have made any difference to him based on his ramblings. This was not a person who had any capacity for rational thinking.

I felt him pour more oil on me before he pushed a second finger inside me, and this time, he used it to stretch me out. I groaned, feeling the stretch, and tried to relax my muscles so it wouldn't hurt so much. He spent the next few minutes using the oil and stretching me out until he had pushed three fingers inside me. He shoved them in so hard I panicked at first, but he eased them out only to shove them deeper inside me. He repeated the action too many times to count.

“I'm only stretching you out, so I don't tear your ass up. I want to fuck your holes unhindered, and that’s the only reason I’m going easy on you. I’m going to relish being balls deep inside your tight little asshole,” he said with the desire making his voice heavy.

He pulled his fingers out, and I felt him pour more oil on me. This time, I felt it dribble inside my ass. It wasn't long until I felt him push his cock against my ass. When I tried to move forward, his hand instantly gripped my hair to yank my head up. He placed his hand on my throat and continued to squeeze his cock inside me.

“That's it swallow up my cock with that tight little asshole. Fuck, that feels so good,” he said as his grip on my throat tightened.

I couldn't move as I felt more pressure, and he continued to push inside me. Once he had several inches inside me, he began to rock back and forth.

“Oh yeah. Your asshole is opening up nicely, Faye,” he said as his hand left my throat and slipped under me to grip my breast. “A nice handful.”

He pinched my nipple before twisting it, and I groaned in pain.

“Oh shit. Yeah, squeeze my cock.”

He began fucking me harder, and his cock felt massive as more of it pushed into me. I struggled to relax my muscles with his sudden increase in speed.

He gripped my hips and pulled me back as he slammed into me, making me scream against the stitches. My eyes filled with tears at the sudden pain.

He held himself inside me but rotated his hips. I could feel every thick inch of him inside me. He rubbed himself against me as if to claw deeper inside me.

“Almost balls deep inside you now.”

My eyes flew open at the realisation he wasn't fully inside me. I looked at the white pillowcases in despair.

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