Page 25 of Primal

End me … what, no—

A rough grind upward. “Here. Feel that? Go ahead. Rut.”

“MMmmmMMM.”

This is what he reduces me to—bound, gagged. And God, so fucking needy.

Thump. “Hmpfh.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.” He swipes a hand over my forehead—as if checking for bumps. “We’re just getting started.”

Right. Night’s still young. If he’s not game, someone else out there will be more than happy to leave me sore and satisfied.

His palm cracks across my ass, and my yelp chokes against the tape. What the fuck? Is he psychic?

smack. smack. smack.

Rainfire strikes my thighs, my ass, even a warning pat to my pussy that leaves me shuddering. His other hand fists in my hair, keeping me arched just so.

My chest swells. My skin burns. The twinge-flash-crack of each hit tumbles through me like a storm—nerves alight, every last particle primed, riding that razor-edge between agony and ecstasy.

And the worst part?

I’m all in.

“That’s it,” he purrs, dragging his fingers through the mess between my thighs. “Let me see how much you liked his hands on you.”

smack.

“F-mmph.”

“You were so eager for him, weren’t you?” Another slap, this time higher—stinging the very spot Custom-Mask touched. “Letting him paw at you like some cheap thrill.”

His fingers dig into my hips. “You don’t even know his name.”

I don’t know yours either, jerk, I mumble, but what escapes is barely more than garbled protest: “Mmph dohn noh yuhs eeduh juhk.”

One pull, and I’m arched back against him, his voice a lethal whisper: “You wanna come?”

I nod so hard my sweat-damp hair whips my own face.

smack.

“Beg. And make it sound like you mean it this time.”

“Puh … puh-ees-mmph …”

“What’s that?”

“Puhh … muh mm guh!”

Please make me come, damn it. And—God knows what convinces him.

Dollar-Store answers—captain, crew, and ship, ready to burn this whole enterprise to hell.

His fingers curve inside me, stretching—fucking. Hard, harder, the heel of his palm grinding in just right as his hips punch up. His other hand finds my nipple, rolls it to a point. Tugging. Pinching. Teasing.

He works me from both ends until my skull hums with empty static.