Page 126 of Redeemed

The satisfaction of finally having me.

No, taking.

Conquering.

Colton slaps one of my breasts. “Open your throat, too, slut.”

Helplessness washes over me, and my protective walls crack under the pressure. I’m in the exact position I vowed I’d never find myself in again. At the mercy of a heartless, cruel man who loves inflicting pain on me. When I confessed everything to him, he heard my anguish. He saw my pain.

And now, just like always, he’s using it against me.

I should’ve jumped into the creek.

No. Don’t think about that. You just have to get through this.

You can still be free someday.

So I do as I’m told and open my throat. Colton drives inside, making me gag. I want to turn away, to find some way to force him out of me, but he’s gripping my head so tightly I know I won’t be able to.

“I knew your throat would feel this good in this position.” He pulls out and slams back inside. “God, angel.”

Tears flood my eyes. You’d think after all the deepthroating I’ve done, my gag reflex would’ve waned more than it has. But I can’t stop choking, my back arching off the bed involuntarily. My horror at being fully exposed and spread out for him fades as a much more instinctual fear takes over.

His cock is too fucking thick, and he’s moving too fast. I can’t breathe, let alone try to control my gagging. When I try to hit Colton, it’s a weak attempt, and he grabs my wrists before I can even make contact with his torso.

“That’s not how this works. You don’t get to tap out.”

He continues thrusting into me with heartless force. All I can do is take it and try to get in short breaths when he pulls out. Drool slides down my face, further humiliating me.

This is why I don’t let anyone fuck my mouth. I need to be in control. To know that I can stop at any time. At least then, I’m still human.

Now I don’t have a choice.

Just when I’m afraid I’m about to pass out or puke—or both—Colton pulls out of my mouth. I gag again, twisting and trying to breathe. He’s leaning over me, so I can’t see his face. It’s not until I feel his fingers skirting over my pussy that I realize why.

“No,” I screech. I try to kick, but with the spreader bar tied down, I barely get anywhere. My attempt to squirm away is immediately met with two large hands wrenching me back into place.

“Don’t make me regret giving you a break.”

“Fuck you,” I seethe.

“So ungrateful. You’ll regret that.”

He drags his cock across my lips, and I open up and suck on the tip on instinct. My muscle memory is probably the only thing I have going for me right now.

I just wish I could fully numb myself, too.

When Colton forces his way into my throat, I manage to control my gag reflex. His hand slides over my pussy again, and my heart breaks as he feels how wet I am.

“Fucking soaked. I knew it.”

Colton drags my desire—mydamnation—up to my clit and circles it slowly. A choked whimper escapes me as he continues to drive into my throat, and tears of shame coat my face.

He’s never going to let me live this down.

“Looks like I was right. You need this. Need me to pin you down and force you to face your fears.” Colton pauses with his cock all the way down my throat while rubbing my clit. “Hell, youlikebeing forced like this. Why else would you be this wet? Fucking whore.”

I try to shake my head, but he doesn’t give me the chance to. I hate this. It’d be different if I had the power to stop him, but he refuses to give it to me.

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