Page 115 of Somno Slave

The shift is sudden. One moment I’m on my back, the next I’m forced forward into the mattress. My body doesn’t catch itself. My cheek hits the cushion, breath knocked from me.

I try to pull my hand back. It doesn’t move.

“Don’t!” I shriek. “Get off!”

“I take what I need.” He says. “This happens because I decide it does.”

He moves effortlessly behind me, tearing my pyjamas away like they’re paper. I scramble and try to push away from him, but I’m unable to move.

“No knickers?” He breathes.

I immediately regret my decision.

I hate myself for being so naïve.

So fucking thoughtless.

“Don’t do this!” I resort to begging, pleading. “I don’t want this! Please stop.”

“Don’t lie to me, Doctor.” he snaps, his voice devoid of any lightness. His hot body leans over mine and the temperature alone is enough to make my mind spin. He runs a fingertip down my spine. It’s slow, tormenting, designed to force a shake. “It’ll only piss me off more.”

I whimper like a kicked animal. It hurts to hold my head up. The dull ache in my neck burns and throbs.

Don’t drop it. Don’t drop it. I beg myself. But it’s too painful.

I face palm the cushion.

“Good girl,” he coos. His praise does something to me. I try to pretend it doesn’t. His fingers sink into my thighs and in one swift move, he positions me ass up.

“I was going to take it easy,” he whispers. “But you’ve been a very bad Doctor today.”

He runs something hard and hot against me, just one swipe through my lips, and then groans.

His penis.

“Don’t you dare!” I yelp.

I fight. I buck. I scratch at him to get off. But nothing happens.

“Just the tip,” he murmurs.

“Deogal, please. Don’t do this.”

He pushes his member against my hole, and the pressure stretches me. It stings brutally. I try to resist him, but with one thrust, he forces the whole head inside of my virgin hole.

My eyes prick. “Stop!”

“Don’t cry, Doctor.” He whispers, breathlessly. “I mean it. If you cry, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Stop,” I wheeze. “It’s too big!”

“You’ll adjust,”

My face rolls in the cushion. I bite into it hard.

He pushes in further. And, God, the pain is blinding. Stars shoot across my vision. I feel like I’m ripping open entirely, like he’s destroying me from the inside out.

“Fuck,” the sound ripples from him. “You’re choking me, baby.”