A heavier hand could bring bigger men than Boudreaux to their knees.
Once Ford stepped back again, his task complete, Violet studied her sub’s back. Yes, that was much better. The muscles in his shoulders and arms became more prominent as he tried to counter the additional weight; one link of the chain, then two, clinked through the metal ring above his head, pulling the hook.
Boudreaux grunted.
“This would end a lot faster if you lower your arms,” she murmured seductively, wriggling her fingers like she was playing the piano. “Think how it will feel, Boudreaux. Sweet pressure on your prostrate, your balls tightening to the point of pain, and then… all that decadent pleasure as your orgasm sinks teeth into your spine.”
“I’d rather have your mouth on my cock than a hook up my ass, Mistress.”
She laughed and set her hands on his shoulders, letting the sharp spines sink lightly into his skin. “Wishful thinking, Boudreaux. All of me is completely off-limits to you. Mouth, pussy, all the pieces you’ve already had, and all the ones you’ve dreamed about.”
“I still love—”
Oh no. Ohhell, no. Bringing love into this shitshow was just plain dirty, she thought, because there was no love left for him to take. How could there be when she’d given it all to him?
Jaw clenched, Violet cut him off swiftly before he finished those venomous words, dragging her gloved hands down his shoulders, his back, over his tender buttocks until groans were the only sound he could make. He tried to say something else, but she just reached around to set her hands on his chest, pulling the spikes down over his pectoral and abdominal muscles.
Those three words sparked a fury inside her so keen, she almost spat the safeword herself. Instead, clinging to the morals of the Domme, she inflamed every inch of tender skin until he was practically dancing in an effort to escape the prickly touch of the gloves.
When he finally stopped any attempt to speak, Violet reeled her temper in and stepped smoothly in front of him, lifting his chin with a sharp fingertip. He was sweating, his color was up, and there was an edge of desperation she’d never seen in hiseyes. “Don’t ever bring love up again, Boudreaux. This charade is doomed to fail. Say it again and the contract is done, I’m gone, and I’ll have no fucking regrets. Are we clear?”
“No,” he said between his teeth as his arms began to tremble. “I don’t accept that.”
“That’s not my problem. If you don’t want to continue, use your safeword. Otherwise…” Violet reached down and grasped the base of his cock in a firm grip, wrenching a shocked cry from him as the spikes bit into his shaft. “I’m going to do whatever I please.”
The bar began to lower as her hand stroked up his length. More sweat began to pearl on his forehead and chest. She released him before she managed to push him over the edge, circling around to set the Hitachi vibrator in the stand, positioning the head against the anal hook.
The tremors in his arms and back grew stronger; the bar kept going down and Boudreaux tried to raise it again, but there was a big difference between lifting weights and holding weights. The strain on his muscles was a taxing entity, a fight he couldn’t win.
When he lost the battle and fully extended his arms, Violet immediately secured the chain in position, locking the hook against his prostrate as she snapped, “Ford, take the bar.”
Her friend emerged from the shadows without hesitation, quickly taking possession of the prop, but Boudreaux’s hands were fisted tightly, unable to let go. With a brief struggle, Fordham gently pried it free and removed himself from the scene as Violet switched on the vibrator, filling the air with the sound of its powerful hum.
The noise Boudreaux made wasn’t quite a groan, nor was it a scream.
It was a magical combination of the two.
The cords in his neck popped with the effort of controlling himself, even as a burst of precum splattered the floor in front ofhim. That beautiful, strong body was captured on the pinnacle of pain and overwhelming pleasure, and she knew from experience how tempting it was to just let go and take it all, yet how hard it was to actually surrender.
She upped the settings on the vibrator, turning the anal hook into an inescapable demon with its claws digging into the heart of his sexual bliss.
She’d been here before with him; only she’d been the one tied down, begging for his mercy. There’d been none—he’d manipulated her g-spot over and over again until her legs and the floor were wet with her own arousal, until there was nothing left to do but release her bladder before she passed out.
Thinking of that, she notched the Hitachi up another level, pleased with his choked cry. More precum erupted, a neon warning sign he was exactly where she wanted him.
Standing in front of him, a little to the side, she wrapped her spike-laden hand around him again and smiled pleasantly as his entire body jerked. “Such a good boy, Boudreaux. Surprisingly impressive. Would you like to come now?”
She could feel his heartbeat pulsing through the thick vein running along the underside of his cock, even through the thin leather of the glove, and the faint vibration wrecking his body.
Chains clinked as he pulled against them. “Can’t.”
“Well, we’re certainly not standing around here, letting this erection go to waste.” Violet tsked, glancing over her shoulder at Fordham and giving him the prearranged signal. She ran her hand up Boudreaux’s shaft, squeezing the plump girth when it flexed. “Are you trying to be a good sub and not come without permission, or prove how stubborn you can be?”
The look he gave her wasn’t the least submissive. She decided to let it slide, this once. It was hard to submit when dominance was all he’d ever known—unlike her, he’d never been in a position where he didn’t call the shots.
Right now, she wasn’t giving him a choice.
The spikes left tiny, thin red lines in his sensitive skin, barely distinguishable from the ruddy color of his cock. She pumped him once, twice, increasing the pressure until the strong muscles in his thighs quaked. His hips rocked, thrusting the hard length into her grip, grunting in an effort to control himself.
