Admit It

His length was impossible. Seeming even bigger than the last time.

His whole body was tight. Every muscle bulging as he resisted turning himself. Knowing that he might lose control entirely if he did.

But the words that came from him next were the last I could’ve ever suspected.

“Tell me, Lara, and I’ll go a bit easier on you.”

“Tell you what?” I spat. Unable to focus on anything but my straining body and the sore spots and ached each time he brushed over them.

“What broke you.”

“Nothing!” I screamed. “I’m strong. You’ve never broken me.”

He paused momentarily. Holding my narrow waist in his hands and staring down at me so long that I felt the need to twist and look back at him. “I didn’t say me.”

I shook my head adamantly.

“Tell me.” He caressed more slowly. Painstakingly pressing in and then easing that torrid length back out. Bit by bit. “What happened to you before the Asara. What destroyed you so badly that