Page 116 of Somno Slave

He praises me.

I hate it so much but heat coils violently between my thighs.

“It hurts,” I whimper.

“Good.”

He stretches me until I know there’s no coming back from this. The pain bleeds through my seized-up muscles. I shake. Whimper. I force myself not to cry when I feel him sink deeper. But then...

Fuck.

His hand snakes around and he touches my sensitive bud. The pleasure starts as a deep aching feeling in my stomach but then blisters into something extreme. Pleasure, like light is bursting through me. A moan slips free. I try to hide it in the cushion, but it’s too late. I know he’s heard it.

He stills for a second but then thrusts. Hard. Fully. All the way in until it smacks something deep within me, and the ache blisters through. He pulls out, all the way until I’m shaking from the loss, but it’s momentary. He plunges back in just as fast. Without mercy. He takes me. Consumes me.

“Fuck,” he growls. He tenses hard. His grip tightens. He slams into me over and over and something primal leads me like I’ve been here before like I know what to do. My hips raise and meet him with brutal precision before I can stop him.

He squeezes my bundle of nerves. Pleasure swarms me without permission. The tide sucks me under. My toes curl. The orgasm drowns me, setting every nerve alight until nothing feels real.

My throat hurts like I’ve howled, but the sound disappears under the rushing of my blood in my ears. It loops too long; it doesn’t peak. It just...holds me there, high and suffocating. I can’t come down.

Minutes go by. Or is it hours?

I forget how to breathe. My head is hot. Lungs are screaming.

“Breathe,” I hear a voice, but it’s too distant. My brain lulls. Lips tingle. A thick blanket of numbness holds me down, as though every muscle is turning itself off. I’m heavy. Drifting.

The world slows down.

Then,slap.The noise comes first. It pulls through the numbness, delayed. And then the sharp pain joins. My left ass cheek. It’s followed by another, equally devastating blow.

Slap. Pause. Pain.

I gasp, shock tearing through me. It’s not enough. My lungs will not obey.

“Fucking breathe.” The command lands like punishment.

My eyes water. I’m struck again. And again.

This time, I scream. The pain is blinding and it tears through the pleasure like a dagger through fog. Oxygen floods my lungs, and things rush into place.

I blink, and suddenly I’m no longer face down on the sofa. He’s leering over me, glaring. The muscles in his neck are angry, tight and furious.

He grinds his jaw together violently. “Don’t you dare do that again.”

The blood rushes through my ears. “What?”

His nostrils flare. His chest is rising too fast. He grabs my chin cruelly. “You do not get to disappear on me like that.”

His thumb presses hard against my bottom lip, watching the colour force its way back beneath the pressure.

A shiver works its way down my spine.

I breathe again. On purpose.

He watches.

And this time, I don’t look away.