Page 109 of Did They Break You

My face heats and it’s almost enough to break the spell. But he slaps the inside of my thigh, and I widen my stance because Iwantto.

“That’s how you sounded that night, you know,” he says against me, his every breath sending pleasure radiating down my entire body. “Desperate and needy, my very own little rag doll.”

“No,” I murmur, even as he pulls his fingers from me, spreads me apart with them, running his tongue up and down me, teasing my hole before he plunges all the way in. My walls clench tight as he fucks me with his tongue before he drags it up my slit, licking every inch of me. “No…” I still have my fingers wrapped tight in his hair, and I can’t stop pulling harder, leaning against the wall, sliding down a little, my knees weak. “I wasn’t… I didn’t?—”

He bites my thigh, cutting off my words as I whimper. “You didn’t what, baby?” He pushes his fingers back into me, hitting deep, knuckles grazing my entrance. “You didn’t want me? You don’t want me?Lie to me,if you have to.” His tongue circles my clit, messy and rough andso good.

“If you have to, you can tell me you didn’t like it,” he murmurs against me. “Tell me you didn’t want to be used, Remi.Come on,give me your fucking lies.”

“I didn’t,” I say, every muscle in my body coiled tight as pleasure like I’ve never known sweeps through me. My knees threaten to buckle beneath me, and I’m clenching around his fingers so tightly, even with as wet as I am, he has to work at fingerfucking me faster, his tongue flicking over my clit as he drives me closer. “I didn’t want it, I didn’t want it, I didn’t—” The orgasm rolls through me and I’m gasping, panting, calling out his name, my fingers tugging at the strands of his hair.“Cortland.”I say it over and over and over. I want to keep telling him no, that I don’t want it now, that as I finish with his fingers inside of me, his mouth on me, I don’t want it.

I want to tell him I hate it.

Hate him.

But he turns his head and bites my thigh again, hard, and I know he’s left a mark, just like he did that night, and the words die on my tongue, only heavy pants leaving my lips.

I knock my head against the wall as the orgasm leaves me, exhaustion and anger and disgust in its wake. It’s like I collapse backward, and if the wall wasn’t there, I don’t know how I’d hold myself up.

Slowly, he slides his fingers out of me, and I sense him stand in the dark. His fingers graze my lips. I can smell myself, an earthy scent that makes my entire body flush.

“Open your mouth, pretty baby.”

Those last two words embarrass me further, and I clamp my mouth shut, thankful his hands are off of me,there,where the lingering sensation of my orgasm seem to still be vibrating through me, my pants and underwear still around my ankles.

He presses his brow to mine. “Open your mouth or open your eyes, Remi.Pick one.”

Reluctantly, I part my lips, and he laughs, a deep, low sound that makes my toes curl. He pushes two fingers into my mouth, past my teeth.

“Suck yourself off of me. Taste what I did to you, baby.”

I purse my lips, circling his fingers as he pushes them far back in my throat. I do exactly what he says, tasting what he did to me.

“You came all over my fingers again, Rems.” He runs his mouth over my jaw, his lip ring cold on my skin. I can taste myself on his mouth, on his fingers. My nipples are tight points and I imagine what that ring would feel like over my breasts again. “I love making you feel good. Next time, though, I think I need you to come on my cock.”

Nerves run through me, but before I can react, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, then pushes them back in, to the very back of my throat. I gag, my stomach convulsing, and it’s then that my eyes fly open.

Snap to his.

I can see them in the dark, just the gleam of his pupils.

But he must notice, because he seems just as surprised as I am, stilling with his hand in my mouth as we make eye contact. I can sense his chest heaving as we stare at each other.

Then he drags his fingers out, smears them over my lips, tracing the outline of my mouth.

He turns my head to the side, hand on my neck, and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Pull up your pants, Remi,” he whispers against my ear.

He releases me, but only moves back enough for me to do just that. Squat down and pull up my underwear and my pants, situating them both back on me.

“Good girl,” he whispers in the dark, and my face warms.

“Cortland,” I say, still feeling shaky, but relaxed.Good.Like that night after the cemetery, when I slept well for once. “I’m not your rag doll.”

I can almosthearhis smirk in the darkness. “Your cum on my mouth says otherwise.”

I grit my teeth, my face flushing, and I’m thankful the lights are off. “You can go now you’ve served your purpose,” I bite back.

Silence.

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