Page 41 of Sinfully His

The video played over and over while he toyed with me. He would let the pleasure build up in my body almost to the point of orgasm and then stop. He rubbed my clit in tight little circles until my thighs were shaking and then pressed his fingers inside me. The pleasure was intense but different enough that it took me away from the edge.

After denying me the fourth, or maybe it was the fifth time, he pressed his thumb to my puckered hole and my entire body stiffened. He placed one hand on my shoulder to hold me in place as he pushed his thumb inside me. It burned.

“If you relax, this won’t hurt as much,” he said, while he pushed it in a little further.

I couldn’t hold in the gasp of pain mixed with some darker, more forbidden pleasure.

“I told you, your entire body is mine. I intend on using all of it to my full advantage,” he said as he pulled his thumb out and pressed it back in. He repeated it a few times. Each time, it hurt less and felt a little better. I wanted to give myself to the darker pleasure, but something was holding me back.

“Eyes on that video, angel,” he warned.

I hadn’t even realized that my eyes had slid closed. Immediately, I opened them and refocused on the video. Watching Raul admit everything again hurt less than the first time. Like watching it over and over was numbing me to it. The more I saw his smug, arrogant face, the less pain I felt and the more anger. How dare he lie to me? How dare he try to trap me in a marriage where I could never feel the things that I felt when Father Manwarring touched me?

Raul was going to let me live my entire life not knowing all the things that I should have felt with a lover. Maybe that was my penance, maybe I had to see the truth over and over, work my way through the pain to the anger.

“Tell me what is in your heart, right now, angel.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

He pushed his thumb into my ass further and started rubbing my clit with his other fingers. “If you want to come, you will answer me. What do you feel when you see his face?”

“Anger,” I admitted.

“Why anger?”

My first instinct was to lie, but I knew he would know.

“Because he never made me feel the way you do. I was going to give my life to a man who was going to let me live not knowing that I could feel so…”

“So what?” he asked after I trailed off.

“Desired, owned, and—” I couldn’t think of the last word as his fingers moved over my clit faster.

“And what?”

“I am angry he never showed me how good sex can be, how good it feels to submit, to get on my knees and worship your cock, or have you take me.” The words spilled from my lips and I did not know what I was going to say until the words had been spoken.

“Good girl,” he purred. He kept his thumb inside of my ass as he pushed his cock into my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I said with a gasp.

“Not a sound unless directed,” he reminded me, and I nodded. He pushed into me hard and fast, over and over. His thumb making the fit even tighter than before.

I needed more. I lowered my chest to the bed, lifting my hips up to let him take me deeper. Then he guided one of my thighs up, so my knee was bent on the bed. He pushed deeper, and my entire body came to life with pleasure, and just a hint of pain that gave the pleasure an edge.

“Good girl,” he growled. I was so close. I was about to come when he stopped.

I could feel him coming, and I knew he intentionally denied me satisfaction, and more angry tears burned behind my eyes.

When he stepped away from me, I stood and turned. He grabbed me and kissed me hard. I thought maybe he was going to do something else. He was going to give me some satisfaction.

Instead, he reached around me and took his phone, putting it in his pocket.

“Where are you going?” I asked, feeling vulnerable, a little hurt, and very frustrated.

“I told you this was a punishment.” He shrugged. “Be at the church tomorrow. Maybe then, if you are good, you will be rewarded.”

“And if I’m not?”

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