Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Do you know what a cock is, Red?”
I shook my head no.
Nodding to the protrusion in his hand, he said, “This is a cock.”
The word was so guttural and coarse. It suited him.
“Say it. Say cock.”
Licking my lips, I obeyed. “Cock.”
His full lips broke out into a satisfied smile. “Now turn around.”
Unsure, I just stared. I didn’t want to take my eyes off this dangerous man.
“I said, turn around,” he repeated, his voice lowering with anger.
With no choice, I turned my back to him.
“Now place your hands on the ice and lean forward.”
Although encircled by great, jagged pieces of ice and rock, there was a large flat space cut out to form a stepping ledge. I placed my palms on its smooth, icy surface.
“Lean forward. I want your nipples to touch the ice.”
Hesitantly, I leaned forward, only to swing back the moment my nipples touched the cold surface. A restraining hand on my back forced me down again. I moaned as the ice sent sharp frissons of pain across my breasts. My nipples tightening painfully.
“Please, it hurts. The ice is too cold.”
“Up on your toes. I want your ass above the water,” he ordered.
Moving up on my toes would only force more contact with the ice. “Please don’t make me,” I begged.
Helm grasped a fistful of my wet hair and yanked on it sharply. I cried out in fear as he said through his clenched jaw, “Do as I command.”
I lifted my body up on my toes. The movement crushed my breasts and middle against the ice. My stomach clenched and twisted from the freezing contact.
Releasing my hair, his hand moved down my back. I could feel his finger push between the cleft of my bottom. Remembering the intrusive feel of Grimm’s finger there, I whimpered. Unlike Grimm who’d only teased my forbidden hole to intimidate me, Helm pushed the tip of his finger inside.
“Oh God! What are you doing?”
He refused to answer.
After swirling his finger along the rim, he pulled it free. I heaved a sigh of relief but it was short-lived.
Grasping my bottom cheeks, he pulled them open. It was both painful and humiliating.
“No! Stop!”
I tried to twist my hips away but the cold scrape of the ice on my nipples and his firm grasp kept me in place. I felt something warm and large press against my forbidden hole. I tried to turn to look over my back but his growl had me swinging my head obediently forward again.
“Can you feel where my cock is, Red?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Where is it?”
“It’s pushing against my…my bottom.”
“Say ass.”
“What?”
“Say it’s pushing into my ass.”
“Oh God,” I moaned in agony.
“Say it.”
“Your cock is pushing into my…my ass.”
The awful pressure increased. I tried to clench my body tightly closed. He pushed harder. I could feel my body weakening. My hole began to stretch open. His cock started to slip inside.
“No,” I moaned.
There was a sharp biting pain as the pressure built then seemed to ease. I could feel him inside of me. I breathed heavily through the pain, thinking the worst must be over. I could feel his body shift behind me, then the pressure increased again. He was pushing his hips forward. I could feel his cock penetrating my body deeper. My inner passage stretched and strained to accommodate his bulk.
“Stop!” I screamed. “It hurts! It hurts!”
He gave a small thrust forward before leaning over my body. Grabbing my hair, he forced my head back. “Does it hurt? Good. I want it to hurt. I want you to feel pain. I want you to feel helpless.”
Hurt. Pain. Helpless.
Helm thrust his cock deeper inside me. Punctuating each word.
Hurt. Pain. Helpless.
“Why? I don’t understand. Why?” I cried.
“Because that is how I felt when your village cursed me for all eternity,” he ground out before pounding inside of me.
I was being torn apart. The piercing pain was agony. My stomach twisted as he forced himself deeper and deeper. I could feel him pumping his hips. Thrusting in and out. Forcing my body to accept his unnatural demands. He must have stretched me beyond what I could endure because I could feel the sting of the soap right at my entrance. The sting of an open wound. Still he continued to pound into me.
My mouth was open as I keened and wailed. My cries of pain setting the birds to screeching in return.
His hands released my bottom cheeks. One hand spanned my middle, sheltering me from the sharp edge of the ice. The other reached between my legs. He began to caress me in time with the rhythm of his thrusts into my bottom. My body began to respond. To use the pain for my own pleasure.
Everything was twisted and turned around.
The feel of the warm water on my legs contrasted with the harsh bite of the ice against my nipples. The pain in my bottom with the tingling pleasure between my legs. The sound of his harsh breathing intermingling with my cries and moans.