Page 32 of Retribution
“Trey!” a voice calls out. The brightness of the room dims as my mind is lost, swirling, the religious fervor taking over.
“Trey!” the angels call out to me. Surely this means I am forgiven. God would not send his angels to me otherwise, right?
A force grabs onto my arm, halting my administrations.No!I’m so close, just five more—
The scent of coconut and tropical flowers washes over me, and I still, the force still holding my arm in an iron grip. The fog starts to clear, and I hear soft murmuring.
“Trey, please. Please stop hurting yourself. I can’t bear to watch it.”
The whip hits the floor, shame coursing through me. She wasn’t meant to see this.
Rebecca drops to her knees beside me, curling into my side. “Why?” she asks softly.
Groaning, I wrap my arm around her, smothering a curse as the abused skin on my back tears with the movement. “It is what I do for forgiveness,” I answer. “It is my atonement and my salvation. I offer my suffering to God in exchange for his mercy and forgiveness.”
“And what are you atoning for?”
Scoffing, I reply back, “What am I not atoning for? I wasn’t thinking. I could have gotten all that information from your Papa’s office. I could have covered our tracks better. I was so worried about you getting caught that I didn’t take the extra two minutes to do something as simple as grabbing his computer.” Hanging my head, I whisper, “If I had known about you, I would have come sooner. I failed you, Rebecca.”
Stupid, stupid, stupid. If abortion wasn’t a sin, I would have flushed you down the toilet. Kneel, Trey, and beg for God to forgive you.
A shudder runs through me and I grit my teeth, needing the never-ending barrage of hateful commentary to end.
Arms come around my neck as Rebecca shuffles to be in front of me. She holds me tight, not saying anything. At first, I’m stiff, unmoving, but after a minute I bring my arms up, encasing her as she does me.
Something shifts inside me then, and my mother’s voice goes quiet.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You couldn’t have known I existed. And as for the computers or covering our tracks? It doesn’t matter. We’ll figure it out.” She goes quiet for a moment, then pulls me tighter to her.
Leaning back, I search her eyes, finding nothing but truth there. She lays back on the floor, removing the damp towel from around her. “I can’t watch you destroy yourself.” She beckons to me, taking my hand and pulling me down on top of her. Placing her hands on my face, she says, “Give me your sin. Pour it into me, and I will be your salvation.”
My lips crash onto hers, desperation and need pouring from me into her. Ignoring the pain in my back, I pull my jeans down, just enough to free my length. Lifting her hips I thrust into her, making her cry out as I work myself into her dry channel.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I grind out, moving a hand to her clit, stroking it to get her wet. Her hips start moving under me, eyes shuttering closed as small pants escape her lips.
“More, Trey,” she gasps as I withdraw and thrust again, harder this time, forcing myself all the way in. I let out a feral groan as my balls slap against her, and I take a moment to just feel.
And then I do just as she asks, and pour my sin into her. Faster, harder, deeper—I pound into her, over and over, her cries and pleas spurring me on. Wrapping a hand around her throat, her eyes gleam with excitement as I squeeze.
“Yes,” she gasps out. “Fuck me, Trey.”
Pulling out, I flip her over, drawing her up onto her knees. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, I lower my mouth to her, licking and sucking on her puckered hole.
“Trey!” she screams out as my tongue breaches the tight ring of muscle. Chuckling against her, I fuck her ass with my tongue while my other hand plucks and pinches at her clit.
“I’m going to fuck you here,” I mutter against the round globes of her ass. “I’m going to stuff your ass with my cock, tear you open, fill you with my cum.” Biting down on her ass, I pull up, gathering some of her wetness to coat my cock. Leaning against her, my head pushes past the resistance, slipping inside the tight confines of her back passage.
“Fuck!” Rebecca cries out, moving her hips against me in a circular manner. I work myself in, teeth gritted as ecstasy rips through me with a force that leaves me gasping. She’s so tight, it feels like she’s strangling me, and the pleasure is phenomenal.
Fisting her hair in my hands, I pull her head back, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in the rhythm of my cock. “Mine,” I growl out to her, my hips pistoning faster. Sweat glistens down her back, pooling in the little dip next to the little dimples above her ass.
She says nothing, just moans as I move my hand to her throat. Squeezing gently, I command, “Say it, Rebecca. Tell me you’re mine.”
She shakes her head, dropping to her elbows under the force of my thrusts. Smacking her ass, she cries out again, my handprint blooming nicely on her rounded cheeks. “Say it, and I’ll let you come,” I entreat her, needing to hear her agree.
“You’re mine,” she says back. At first, I think she’s being cute, repeating my words back to me. But then my heart skips a beat when I realize what she’s saying.
I’m hers. And she’s mine.
