In response, he delivers a hard slap across my ass, catching both cheeks with a furious swing. I shriek, writhing in place, batting tears out of my eyes.
“Are you sorry for what youfelt? Or, really, what youdidn’tfeel?”
“I don’t know,” I whine, my cheeks throbbing.
Reed paddles me again, taking several swings, each just as hard as the first. Agony blasts through my body. My howls fill the chamber.
In my head I see Lance disappearing out the window; I hear his head crack against the pavement. I remember the crowd gathering around him, his friends trying to revive him; the ambulance arrives, then the police. Lydia and I watch, in a daze, until someone sees us. I tell Lydia, “I did this. Not you.”
“But he attacked us both,” she says.
“I did this. Tell them it was me.”
We hug, and then the police barge in, guns drawn. They take me away, and I never see Lydia again.
I don’t feel guilty at all. I’ve suffered enough.
The next swing of the paddle catches me above my thighs, unleashing an inferno of fresh pain, but I hardly make a sound. Knowing Lydia’s safe and Lance is rotting in a hospital, I can take any punishment.
Reed slaps my ass two more times before stopping. “I think something’s changed in you, Quinn. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.”
He slips a finger into my sopping pussy. I gasp, clenching down, hungry for more.
Oh, fuck.
His finger slips deeper, then pulls out suddenly. I squirm, groaning in frustration, wanting to be filled. Reed pats my bruised bottom, stoking the ache, then drives two digits into my pussy. Torn between sensations, I heave against his iron grip, thrusting my hips, desperate for relief.
“Goddamn, Quinn. I’ve never seen a woman this fucking hot before in my life. Did I just break your fucking brain?”
Yeah, he probably did.
“Please,” I mumble, trembling in place. I’m too overwhelmed to do anything else.
Reed lets go of me, and I hear his pants and belt thud against the wooden floor. A second later, he answers a prayer I didn’t know I was saying as he presses his thick, hard cock against my swollen lips. He slides in quickly, grunting with pleasure as my walls squeeze down in response.
I haven’t been with many men, and Reed feels impossibly big inside me — like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Yet, all I feel from his penetration is pure joy — whatever pain his size may have caused is nothing compared to being paddled.
Reed plunges his shaft in all the way, groaning from the tight fit. Then, without warning, he thrusts, bucking into me with all the power in his massive frame. I cry out, making a sound full of bliss and pain, relief and disgust.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I may not feel guilty about what I did to Lance, but inside I can’t help thinkingthisgoes beyond the pale. This is too fucked up. I shouldn’t want Reed, no matter how good it feels — it doesn’t make any sense. Yet, right now I know one thing for sure: I need Reed to fuck me. I need him to not stop.
He thrusts again, a harsh drive that electrifies my entire body. His grip on my shoulders tightens, digging into my skin. When I don’t complain, he starts hammering, eliciting wave after wave of bliss. Awash in ecstasy, an orgasm builds within, one more intense than any I’ve ever felt. I scream, consumed by Reed’s dominance.
He grunts with pleasure, but also anger. Is he conflicted too? Does fucking a woman he hated an hour ago give him pause? We may have one thing in common: the inability to deny our bodies’ fucked up desires. It can’t be good for either of us, but right now I couldn’t care less. Neither does he, judging by his rhythm, which keeps getting faster until I’m on the brink of eruption.
“Oh, fuck…” I moan. “I’m… going… going to…”
As if to sayNot yet, Reed smacks my ass. If he thinks that’ll delay my orgasm, he’s seriously mistaken — the fresh pain causes a surge in my core that can’t be held back. I climax, squeezing his stiff cock until he’s also groaning.
He pulls out, and I feel his hot seed spill out across my ass; my cheeks flush, humiliated by the unusual feeling. Then Reed lies down on the table next to me, pulling me against his body and wrapping his arms around me. He gives us both a while to recover, and I nearly pass out, I’m so exhausted. My entire body both glows and aches. How can one feel so good and so awful at the same time?
For as long as I live, I may never understand what just happened, I think to myself, shaking my head.
“Well, Quinn?” Reed asks. “Do you feel you’ve suffered enough for your sins?”