Uncovering You 4: Retribution Read Online Free PDF

“—let’s take this one step further.”
    All control abandons me. I step away from him, afraid, and start to push myself up—when I find the belt tightening.
    “Don’t make me think I made a mistake allowing you outside,” Stonehart warns softly.
    The implication behind those words thrusts me back into my role of prisoner. Everything magical I’d experienced earlier is gone.
    I deride myself for believing, however briefly, that things were any different today.
    They never are. They never will be. I mustn’t forget that.
    So, I put on my big girl panties, keep my palms glued to the tree, and prepare to endure whatever I have to.
    “Atta girl,” he says. “Now, remember what I told you: Relax .”
    This pretty much seems like the worst idea ever, from where I’m standing. No lube, barely any build up, and—
    And my thoughts are cut off as Stonehart’s cock pushes into me. I gasp into the leather against the piercing sensation.
    Both his hands come to my hips. The long end of the belt is dangling loose somewhere over my shoulder. I squeeze my eyes shut against the pain and take deep breaths to dispel the adrenaline rushing through me.
    “Easy,” Stonehart stays. “Easy now, Lilly. I’m going slow. Bit by bit. Are you ready for more?”
    I whimper, “No,” but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he pushes in deeper.
    And so it goes, inch by agonizing inch. Stonehart forces himself into the orifice that has never been explored before. I don’t only feel stretched—I feel like I’m being torn in two. And he’s not even moving fast.
    The only thing to do is close my eyes and hope that it’s over soon.
    “God,” Stonehart grunts. “Oh God, Lilly, I’m almost all the way in. Can you feel it? I’m almost—” he gives one final push and presses fully into me. “Ahh.”
    He leans forward, his hands crawling over my back. He turns my head to the side and breathes a hot breath into my ear. “Are you ready to get properly fucked?”
    I make an incomprehensible sound that I hope he takes for acquiescence. I don’t want to do anything to make him angry. Not now. Not when I’m this vulnerable.
    “Here we go,” Stonehart says, and he pulls out of me in a long, slow, drawn-out motion. I grit my teeth and breathe hard. He pushes back in.
    Then he starts to pulse behind me. I bite down on the leather against the tearing pain. Every single synapse in my body is telling me to fight the unnatural intrusion.
    I can’t. The only thing I can do is make the experience slightly less miserable for myself. As tears fill my eyes and trail down my cheeks, as the pain of being split open consumes me, as Stonehart’s movements become fiercer, harder, faster, I do everything I can to make my body relax and welcome the pain every one of Stonehart’s thrusts cuts into me.
    Then, completely without warning, something miraculous happens. That tiny, fleeting, miniscule tendril of pleasure comes back.
    At first, I think I’m imagining it. But as Stonehart continues to drive into me, I feel it magnifying together with his lustful grunts. It’s definitely emanating from my inside walls. And I… I’ve never felt anything like it.
    The pain is still there, make no doubt about it. It’s still overwhelming. But somewhere beneath it, like the flicker of a lone candle in a dark, empty cathedral, is the thing that makes the experience bearable.
    I cling to the bits of pleasure like a drowning woman to a life vest. Imagine my surprise when I find it building. Not a lot, of course, but I can still feel it growing. It eases some of the pain.
    Suddenly, I’m less focused on my own distress and more on the sounds Stonehart is making behind me. His guttural grunts are filled with the utmost lust and pleasure. As he drives in and out of me, hard as I’ve ever felt him, I start to understand how much he is enjoying this.
    He’s not enjoying it because it brings me pain. No, he’s enjoying it because of the overwhelming pleasure my tight