Page 201 of I Will Break You
Shit.
Strong arms grab me around the waist and lift me off my feet. Stomach lurching, I shriek loud enough to disturb all the skeletons in the catacombs.
Clamping a hand over my mouth, he carries me back to the bed, his grip around my body so tight that I can’t wriggle free.
My pulse quickens, and sweat breaks out across my brow. What am I missing? We didn’t cover this in any of today’s lessons. I bite his finger, but the pain only makes him groan with need.
Oh, shit. I forgot he’s also a masochist.
He hurls me face-first into the mattress. Before I can even process the impact, his large hand presses down between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned to the soft surface.
“Xero,” I yell into the comforter. “You’re cheating.”
He spanks my ass so hard that my muscles stiffen. Then one of his hands parts my cheeks, exposing my not-so-virginal pucker.
“I want to split you open with my cock,” he growls. “Make you scream.”
When he spits on my anus, my pussy clenches. What the hell is happening, and why does my body think this is exciting?
Xero told me earlier I wouldn’t like the punishment. I need to take control of the situation and claim my reward. Twisting to the side, I try to roll onto my back, but a heavy weight lands on my spine.
“No moving,” he growls.
“Get fucked.”
His fingers slide down to my wet pussy. “That’s the plan.”
Frustration simmers like a kettle boiling on the stove, increasing in intensity and heat. “How am I supposed to escape when you weigh half a ton?”
He leans so close that his hot breath warms the side of my ear. “Girls who survive don’t complain about the unfairness of their situations. They act.”
I try bucking him off, but I may as well be moving a mammoth. I’m trapped beneath his impossible weight, my muscles burning with the effort.
My jaws clench. This exercise is bullshit. He’s rigged it so there are no openings for me to exploit. I can’t win, so I stop fighting.
Xero’s finger circles my pucker, making every nerve ending there sing. Then another finger reaches down to stroke my swollen clit. Arousal surges to my core, and the muscles of my pussy clench. I exhale a shuddering breath, trying to fight back a moan.
When he pulls my wrists together, I don’t wriggle or fight back. Anything I do will be futile, so I let him attach the zip ties.
Xero raises my hips and forces my legs apart, so my face is in the mattress with my ass and pussy on display.
“What a pretty little cunt,” he growls, his fingers pushing my lips apart. “Does it taste as good as it looks?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” I mutter into the cushions.
“Looks like we’ll all get a taste of her before she even reaches the studio,” he says with a dangerous amount of bite.
“Get on with it, then.” I wiggle my ass from side to side.
The spank he delivers is so sharp that pain explodes across my skin, gathering directly to my clit. I hiss through my teeth, my eyes watering.
Shit. He didn’t even spank me this hard when I threw cereal in his face.
He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling it tight enough to sear my follicles. “I know what you’re doing, little ghost, and it won’t work.”
“Oh?” I ask, trying to conceal the pain. “And what’s that?”
“Trying to frustrate me.” He gives my head a little shake to punctuate his point. “You think you’re safe because I swore toprotect you from those bastards, but no one’s here to protect you from me. Now, break through these zip ties and fight for your life.”