Page 39 of Nowhere to Run

“I’ve never done that before,” I blurted, desperation seeping into my voice.

For a moment, I thought he might take pity on me. But his pause was brief, just long enough for his smirk to deepen. A slow, wicked thing.

And just like that—I lost.

His grip snatched my wrist, shifting me off his lap. Forcing me face down. Helpless beneath him. His hands trailed up my back. Possessive and firm.

Then a squeeze. His fingers sinking into the flesh of my ass, kneading. Testing.

“That’s perfect,” he teased, his voice dripping with wicked satisfaction. “Fuck, that makes me want your ass even more.”

A whimper slithered from my lips, my body shaking beneath him. Dread coiled in my stomach.

But it wasn’t just fear. I could feel it. The ache. The betrayal of my own body. My pussy clenched, desperate for him. Missing his cock. Missing the way he’d slammed into me before.

Why wasn’t that enough for him?

Why did he have to have all of me?

Then—he reached for his belt. Twisting the leather against his fingers, my legs pinned beneath him. My breaths came in short, panicked bursts.

Why the belt?

His movements quickened, his anticipation palpable. I turned my head, desperate to keep him in sight. A shudder ripped through me as I felt him at my ankles, looping the belt around them. The cold press of the buckle against my skin as he tightened the strap, binding my legs together.

Locking me in place.

I twisted. Squirmed. Frantic to escape, but it was useless. My heart pounded, each beat erratic. I was completely immobilized.

He straddled my legs, his weight a heavy anchor, pinning me to the bed. Leaving me powerless. His throbbing cock grazed my ass cheek as his hands spread me open, exposing my most intimate part to him.

“Look at this asshole,” he groaned, low and guttural, as if savoring the sight. His fingers dragged along the crease of my ass, slow and taunting.

“I’ll be gentle. At first,” he murmured.

A cruel chuckle followed and I shivered, my breath catching.

His fingers dipped lower, teasing, then sliding into my pussy, gathering my wetness. “Such a wet little slut,” he moaned, his filthy words full of dark amusement.

“I don’t even need lube to get my finger in there.”

Before I could react, a single finger pressed against my tightest hole. A slow push. Sharp, intense pain shooting through me.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Please,” I gasped, my voice breaking. A final plea. One last attempt at mercy. Then more softly, I added. “You’re too big.”

The thought made me shudder. One finger alone felt like too much—how could he expect me to take all of him? Surely, he’d see it was impossible.

But his soft, mocking laugh sent chills down my spine. He leaned closer, breath hot against my spine.

“It’ll fit, baby, or I’ll make it fit.” His voice was dangerous, yet oddly soothing.

“It’s going to hurt—I can’t help that. But it’ll feel good after a while, I promise.”

Then his voice hardened. Commanding.

“Now spread your ass cheeks for me.”

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