Page 85 of Somno Slave

“Yes!No!” My head spins so fast I feel sick. My eyes open. Shut. Open again.

“God, this is torture!” I whine. I wish the bed would swallow me whole. I wish that I could squeeze my eyes shut and he’d disappear. And God, I wish he’d just let me cum.

“Oh, the irony,” he sneers. “May I remind you thatyoufucking torched me today.”

“I didn’t want to!”

“But you did it anyway,” he spits coldly. His lips slash into something not quite a smile, but no other word seems to fit it. “I guess we both like fucking each other up.”

He slaps my clit again, harder this time. I involuntarily cry out, snapping in half as the agony stings. My thighs desperately try to close, but he keeps me pried open.

“You make this so fucking hard.” His voice cracks through my mind. “I really need to take you, my sweet Doctor,” he whimpers and it’s almost my undoing. “I need to ram my cock inside of you. You’re so tight. So inexperienced. I’ll probably break you.”

My cheeks burn. I try to squirm away.

“Hopefully, it’ll kill you.”

I writhe. The fear bleeds through my body like a cold sweep, burning every nerve. A tear slips free. He moves fast, predatory, tongue slashing at it before it can slip further down my cheek. He holds it between his lips and groans. The sound vibrates the hot air between us, and I shrink in on myself.

“Would you like that?” he groans. “I could ruin you. I could make you forget what you are.”

His finger returns to my clit. Gentle. Light. Not enough pressure to bring me to my release, but enough to drive me fucking crazy. The world around me spins violently, and no matter how many breaths I drag in, I still can’t seem to send oxygen to my head. I blink back the tears.

“Come on,” he presses. “Answer me. Stop with the silent treatment.”

“Get off me,” I finally spit out through gritted teeth. “I don’t want you. I can’t keep doing this.”

His head cocks to the side. “You don’t?”

I shake my head firmly. The words fail me. But I immediately regret my protest because before I can stop him, something hard presses against my folds. In one hard swipe, he drags himself through the wetness. I hate it. I hate him. And I fucking hate myself because I can hear the juices my body have provided him. It sings out my betrayal. The truth.

“Liar.” He chuckles and the noise sends shivers through me. “I ought to punish you for that.”

I shrink. “Please don’t.”

“You’ve been a bad little Doctor, today,” he breathes. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to train that out of you.”

He moves himself against my clit and flicks it three times. I swipe at him and finally, my hand connects with his face. My nail catches on his cheek.

The blood blisters immediately. Pockets of red rise to the surface angrily and I know I’ve fucked up. I regret my actions immediately. He moves fast, and before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, he flips me onto my front. Within seconds, his hot body is over mine, pressing me into the sheets. I flail, arms reaching around to desperately scratch at him, but it’s futile. Sleep makes my body compliant.

He laughs at me, cold and taunting.

“Stupid bitch,” he sneers. “Apologise now.”

“Sorry!” It’s fast, too fast. It’s something caught between a whimper and a scream. “I’m sorry!”

But he doesn’t release me. He pushes his cock between my thighs and slides between my folds.

“No!” I scream. “No, not that! Please!”

I bite down into my lower lip to catch the sob. My face falls into the pillow. I sob. It feels so good. So, fucking good. But, I can’t. I won’t let it happen.

If he does this, if Iallowthis, then it’s already gone too far. There can be no coming back from him ravishing my virginity. Sleep or not. It’s too much.

“I need to hear you, Doctor. Start begging.” he sneers, fingers fisting into my hair. He snatches my head up.

My body moves on autopilot. The fear forces me to obey, before my mind can stop me. “Please! Please, Deogal.”