Page 42 of Break Me
Dax is relentless, raining his hand down on my ass in rapid succession, without mercy, like he promised. He doesn’t give me time to process the pain in between strikes. It just keeps coming, building and building.
Panic slithers around the edges of my mind at the tenth strike, threatening to creep in and saturate my world in mind-numbing desperation. But when the next strike lands, I realize something crucial. He’s not using his fists. It’s his palms that are crashing down on my ass. It’s hard and it hurts, but it’s nothing like the cold violence he rained down upon the other woman.
That realization shifts something within me. The panic draws back, and the pain suddenly isn’t as severe. It morphs into something else. A heated sensation that blossoms in my tissues, radiating through my body, and swirling at my core.
My cries turn to moans around the twentieth strike, and a few strikes later, I lose count altogether as my ability to think vanishes into thin air.
All I can focus on is the need to be his.
“Please keep me, Dax,” I beg as he slams his hand down on my ass again.
He only replies with an even harder smack. And three more right after each other.
The burst of pain makes me scream. But the pain fades as he steps back with a grunt. In its wake comes a well of heat so strong I arch my back, inviting him to do it again.
“Please, Dax,” I say, barely knowing what I’m begging for.
Once again, he answers with four rapid blows so hard that a new scream tears from my throat, echoing against the hard walls. But the sound has barely faded before the pain transforms. It becomes a pulsing energy that thrums in my veins and beats at my core. I want more. More pain, more heat, more Dax.
So I beg again. “Please, Dax.”
His reply is the same. Over and over until I change my words.
My legs are quivering beneath me, my ass burning like it’s on fire when I realize something. “I’m already yours,” I say. “I have the mark to prove it, don’t I?”
“Shut up,” he growls as he grabs my arm, covering the tattoo with his very big palm, nails biting into my skin. “You’re mine to sell, nothing more. This is just the mark to show who made you.”
“I don’t think so,” I say, reckless in my conviction—reckless in speaking it out loud. “You just don’t want to see it.” I have no idea why, but suddenly, it’s very clear. Dax wants me, but he can’t accept it.
With a feral growl, he rips his hand from my arm. Slamming it onto my hip, he pulls me back.Pfft.The dirty sound is followed by a trickle of wetness between my ass cheeks. Then his cock is there—his very hard, enormous cock—gliding through the spit and smearing it around my tight opening that won’t be able to take his massive size.
“No, Dax,” I whimper urgently, squirming against the ropes as he presses against my opening. “I-I can’t… it’s too big.”
“Do you want me?” he growls, grabbing my chin to turn my head and make me face his burning eyes.
“Y-yes. I do. But…”
“Then shut the fuck up and let me in.”
Removing his cock, he spits again and positions two fingers at my opening. He shoves straight in, making me jerk against the ropes at the raw sensation. But I can take it. He has trained me well enough to take two or even three of his thick fingers. But not his massive cock.
Fear trembles beneath my skin as he removes his fingers after pumping in and out a few times, and repositions his cock in a new glob of spit.
“Dax,” I pant as he starts pressing, stretching my opening impossibly. “I-it hurts.”
“Just relax. Breathe and relax.”
I pull in a staggered but deep breath and repeat as he reaches my tight ring of muscle. “It hurts.”
Moving a hand to the back of my neck, he takes me in a possessive yet tender grip. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He strokes his thumb along my hairline, comforting me even as he relentlessly pushes forward. The comfort melts my resistance, and I clutch the ropes and lean into them as I buck back, relaxing to open up to him.
The stretch burns deep in my muscles, and tears pool in my eyes as he breaches the tight rim. I shudder and whimper as he keeps moving forth, invading me in the most brutal, all-consuming, world-eradicating manner I could ever imagine. I can’t speak, I can’t think. My head is a chaotic mess of blaring alarms, trembling fear, and urgent desire as he pushes inside me for the first time.
“I-I can’t… I need… ” The words tremble past my lips, but I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. It feels so, so wrong as he stretches my ass to make room for his impossible girth, yet it feels more right than anything ever has.
“That’s it. Halfway there,” he praises, pausing to let me adjust.
The woman crying and whimpering in the corner is a messed up soundtrack to our messed up union. But it’s barely there. All I hear is Dax’s words and his stuttered breaths as he finds pleasure within me.