Page 14 of Slayer

“Please.” My pleas fall on deaf ears, but I can't say no. I can't ask him to stop. I want this more than I care to admit.

“Oh, boy, I promise I won't hurt you. Unless you beg me to.”

I'll never beg him to touch me or hurt me. I have to keep some fraction of my dignity.

“You'll never- hu-aah.”

His finger pushes into my arse to the knuckle and starts pumping it in and out. I can't deny the pleasing arousal his touch brings me. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone so trying to keep myself from just letting go and enjoying it is becoming harder and harder.

“See, I knew you would be good.” Knox praises my humiliation. “Let's see how good you can be while I stretch you open.”

My words of protest die on my lips as he adds a second wet finger. The two fingers burn, stretching my inside. I cry out like a baby, unable to escape from the pressure.

“Would you like another one?”

“No more,” I beg him, shivering in my own skin as his moving fingers take all my focus. Moving inside they wiggle and scissor. I can’t do anything. There's no escape, no release from this feeling. The building intensity is too much. I've got to get away from it. Trying to keep my whimpers and mews as quiet as possible, but I know he can hear me and it’s just spurring him on.

“I knew you'd enjoy it.” There’s that cocky attitude again. I’ll make him pay before this is over, I make that promise to myself. Before I start to give in.

I hate him for taking what I don't want to give. Even when his fingers push down against my prostate, and I see stars.

“Such a good boy. Good boys get rewarded. You want to be rewarded, don't you, treasure?”

I am getting rewarded for putting up with this. He's going to protect Mum and Annie for what he's doing. But my voice won't answer, just making pathetic groans and stupid moaning sounds as his fingers pulverise my insides.

The pressure in my pelvis disappears when his fingers do.

“There, ready for my cock.”

“Wha… But… We…” His cock? I thought we were talking about rewards. I thought we were done.

“Be a good boy. Relax and it won't hurt. Either way, it will feel good.”

“Good?” How the hell does he think this feels good? My hands are numb, my elbows are shaking, and my knees are too far apart. Not to mention I have the notorious cartel boss with his fingers in my arse. I couldn't think of anything further from good.

What presses against my hole next is no finger. I move forward to escape the building pressure but there is no getting away. His hands catch the top of my thighs and pull me back. Back into the monster waiting for me. I knew he was huge from before, but I did not prepare myself for this.

I want to scream and fight this. It burns, and the pressure increases as he slowly drives his cock deeper. A whimper slides out as I tip my head back and fight my reaction to push back.

“Such a good boy.”

I grit my teeth and growl, bearing down on the rod intruding my body. He's drawing it out too long, it's stopping me from drawing breath.

“Just get it over with,” I snap.

“Patience, treasure. You made me promise not to hurt you.”

But it does hurt. Just not in a painful way. So much pressure burning my skin. I need to move.

“Lean back into me, as fast as you like.”

No way. He'll have me fucking myself on his cock if I start that. Not happening. He is doing this to me. Him. This is not on me.

“Gently back, boy. Feel my cock stretch you. Feels good inside, doesn't it.”

“Fuck you,” I groan, pushing back onto him.

“Nearly there. God, just look at you.” His hands caress up my back to my hair. Grabbing a handful, he pulls my head back again to look into my eyes. I try to give him my best death stare.

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