With the clamps biting into her tits and the vibrating dildo thrusting in and out of her cunt, I looked up and watched as Angel’s face brightened further. She bowed her head back and her body rolled into the thrusts of my hands as I fucked her with the vibrator. Back and forth. Pausing and then repeating the motions.
I could tell she was getting closer and closer to the edge of release. She stopped talking and started to groan, the animalistic noises like music to my ears. In this moment, she was no longer Evangeline Price, but a submissive under her Dom’s clear command. Soon, she’d know what that truly meant. Soon, there would be more—there would be a contract detailing exactly what she was allowed and precisely who she belonged to.
I continued my thrusts. Twisting the toy in her cunt, more of her juices squirted out around my fingers as I pushed it all the way to the hilt, shoving my fingers in alongside the plastic shaft.
“This is only the beginning,” I said as I watched her tits rise and fall as she panted, gasped, and whined. “Before the night is through, love, you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.”
And if she accepted her Master, maybe … just maybe, I would give it to her.
Chapter 13
Angel
Ilingered on the edge of something great and terrible. It was different from that night in the restaurant. It was more. My insides were a swirling mass and I shuddered beneath each thrust of the vibrator that fucked into me. Gaven’s hands were consistent, never letting up, never stopping, and never easing the bundle of nerves that was my clit.
If my hands were free, I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I wouldn’t give a single shit that he was sitting before me. I wouldn’t have cared who watched. I would have fumbled for my clit and rubbed it until I could finally touch that bit of heaven that waited for me.
Unfortunately, though, even as I crested towards it, my orgasm was denied. Gaven’s hands slipped away and the toy was removed. I cried out and whimpered—uncaring how wicked it was, uncaring that I was acting pathetically in need. I’d never felt this way before and was lost to all the sensations that now coursed through my body. I wanted—no, I fuckingneededhim to release me from this hell and I was afraid that I would do anything to achieve my liberation.
“Please…” I rasped through a voice nearly gone. The tie around my throat wasn’t quite enough to cut off my airflow, butit did make me feel dizzy. I had to work at breathing and it was difficult to do that as well as focus on the rest of my body.
My breasts felt heavy and tight. My nipples which had, at first, felt sharp pains at the clamps placed upon them, were now tight little buds of nothing butfeeling. They ached and I wanted him to repeat what he had done earlier. I wanted his mouth on me. All over me.
“Do you understand what’s going to happen, Angel?” Gaven asked as he set aside the vibrator and then reached up for my breasts. I pushed them out and into his hand, begging silently for him to remove the painful rubber and metal that held them imprisoned.
His fingers lightly played over my nipples, teasing them with the prospect of freedom. I whimpered low in my throat when he didn’t immediately let them go, but that only made the fire in his eyes heighten. I could see it—the way he enjoyed what he did to me. His cock was straining against his pants as he watched me wriggle like a worm on a hook, caught in his trap as he tormented me. The devil got off on his sexual torture. He liked giving me pain, and somewhere deep down in the recesses of my mind, I had to admit—if only to myself—that I kind of liked receiving it.
The smile that played upon Gaven’s lips as he was arched over me was like that of a hungry animal having found the perfect feast and that was what I was, I realized. I was his feast. Except there was no more hunting. He’d captured me and now, I was about to be eaten, consumed by his lust.
“Do you want something, Angel?” he asked teasingly.
I nodded sharply. “They hurt,” I replied, craning upward to try and get him to release me from, at the very least, the metal and rubber teeth biting into my tits.
“What hurts?” he prompted me. “Your breasts hurt? Your nipples?”
“Yesssssss.” My answer turned into a hiss as he unclamped first one nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing away the sting of the restraint before he did the same to the other. The clamps landed on the bed at my side as he took the full weight of my breasts into his palms. He thumbed my nipples causing sharp spikes of agony to slide through them, making my eyes glaze over with tears.
A part of me wished I were stronger than this, but he was impossible to resist.
I wanted him. I wanted this.
Even if only for tonight. Even if I still wanted to run from what we were meant to be.
“You look beautiful like this, you know,” Gaven said, his words hoarse as he stared down at me. “A pretty little girl bound under me, your body mine to play with, to toy with. Are you my toy, Angel?” My nipples were tight little beads, a darker, angrier color than normal. They were swollen and felt more sensitive to the touch. He leaned down and closed his mouth around one, tongue lashing against me with a violence that sent electricity racing through me.
My pussy pulsed with need. The only thing that could have made the sensation of him licking my nipple better would have been feeling something hot and hard inside me. Now, the thought of every backseat stolen kiss from high school faded. Every secret fondling from a school boyfriend felt like another lifetime. Nothing could compare to this.
Gaven’s lips popped off of me with a sharp noise that had me yanking my head up once more. He pressed a finger over the now-wet tip of my breast with a grin. “So hungry, aren’t you?” His eyes settled on mine. “Answer me, Angel. Are you hungry?”
I bit my lower lip, not wanting to admit the truth. Iwashungry. A beat passed and then another. Finally, a chuckle rumbled through him.
“No matter,” he said. “You’ll still get discipline, love. I’m sure you expected your virginity to last until our wedding night, but I have other plans now.”
“Are … are you going to fuck me?” I asked. Nervousness pooled in my belly. Did I want him to? Yes. The answer was yes.
Gaven shook his head, though, surprising me. “No,” he said. “You haven’t been a good girl. You’ve been a very, very bad girl. Good girls get fucked. Bad girls get spanked.”
“So … you’re going to spank me?” I asked, confused.
