Page 119 of High Reward

His fingernails dig cruelly into one of my nipples and I cry out. Then he’s shoving my face under the spray of the water so that screaming isn’t safe.

His hand closes around my throat as he trails the hand from my nipple down to my pussy and finds my clit. “What do you think? Should I be nice to her, or does she need a little sting too?”

When I don’t answer, he digs his nails into my clit and I scream anyway, choking on water.

He immediately pulls me out of the spray so I can catch my breath, but he turns me to face the wall and puts my hands flat against the tile and yanks my hips so my ass is sticking out. Then his hands scratch down my back until I’m moaning. He lines his cock up with my entrance and drives into me with no preamble. I’m writing against him, pressing my hips back trying to urge him deeper. He grips my hips to hold me still. “Do you want my cock to hurt this pussy, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Please,” I whimper. “Fuck me hard.”

He thrusts into me, adjusting the angle of my hips and his cock so that he’s slamming into my cervix with brutal force. I’ve been fucked hard before, but this is on an entirely different level. He’s making it hurt on purpose, and I can’t fucking get enough. It occurs to me only briefly to wonder what’s wrong with me, because he snakes a hand underneath me and finds my clit, rubbing in quick circles. “Come for me, Liliana. Show me how much you like it when I make you scream for me.”

His mouth and his cock and his fingers all converge in a perfect storm that sends me flying over the edge at hiscommand. I convulse around his cock and cry out as he keeps fucking me.

“That’s a good girl,” he growls against my ear. “Do you have more to give me, Spitfire?”

My brain screams that there is no way I can have another orgasm, but his nails scratch down my back, and the rest of my body disagrees, so I find myself crying out. “Yes, please. More.”

His thrusts are hard and fast, but just deep enough to hit that perfect spot.

“Victor, please,” I pant, unsure of exactly what I’m begging for.

“Please, what? What do you need?” His breathing is ragged, as if he’s exerting himself to keep from exploding, and I realize that’s exactly what I need.

“Come with me,” I whimper. “Please.”

He wraps my hair in his hand and grunts as he sinks himself deep. “Come. Nice and hard, Liliana.”

I scream again as I spasm on his cock, and then he goes still and loses himself. The way he twitches inside of me draws out my own orgasm.

After a minute, he helps me ease back into an upright position and turns me into his arms.

“Fuck, that was perfect,” I murmur as the water still falls on both of us.

“Yes, you are,” he says, no teasing in his voice. “Thank you, Liliana. For always giving everything when we’re together.”

“You trying to make me cry?”

He chuckles. “I wouldn’t dream of it unless you asked. Though I imagine you would look gorgeous crying for me, Spitfire.”

“We should probably get going and find Grace,” I murmur.

We’re quiet as we get out of the shower and dry off. It’s a nice quiet though, the kind that says we’re comfortable with each other.

Twenty minutes later, Victor kisses me soundly at the door to the hallway. “Go find Grace. Make sure she’s had food,” he orders. “I have a couple of things to check on before we figure out the rest of our day.”

We part ways when he heads for the path to his office, and I head straight for the main dungeon. I pause when I spot Grace sitting at a table with her laptop out and headphones on. Her fingers are flying across the keys, and something tells me she’s not working on her paper for class. Her shoulders are relaxed, and she’s got a little smirk on her face. She’s writing for pleasure, and she’s excited about it.

I’m tempted to get Victor so he can witness the beauty of it. Instead, I linger, watching her until she notices me.

Her eyes light up and she waves me over. “Lili! You’re awake.”

I settle into the booth next to her, and she doesn’t hide her screen from me like she’s done before.

“Good morning, lover. How long have you been up?”

She glances at the clock in the corner of her screen. “A few hours. I talked with Samuel until he went to bed. Tyson fed me breakfast, and I’ve just been writing. I woke up inspired.”

I lean in and kiss her temple. “Good girl. Victor told me to make sure you’d eaten. Do you need a snack, or did you get enough breakfast?”