“You don’t think I can?” His tone was dangerous and my dick throbbed. I shifted my hips without meaning to because I was that fucking hard, and bit down on the gag. His grip on my balls was a strange, teasing restraint that only made me think all the more about coming.
“Don’t forget. Tap if you need to be let free.”
I rolled my eyes at him even though he couldn’t see. What had he managed to find? A scary cock ring? He had my ass in the air, was he about to fuck me? That would be nice, but he was really building this up. I leaned into my disappointment, for some reason wanting this to be total shit. Maybe because I kind of liked the nice way Jayce was looking at me earlier, and the way he’d touched me, like maybe he cared. I needed to remind myself this wouldn’t work.
Shock had me holding my breath when he carefully tugged my balls backward farther—just slightly. I bit the gag harder. The sensation of the surprise move was pleasantly interesting and didn’t hurt at all, though it was mildly concerning. What was he up to? I tried to glance over my shoulder and then huffed. The blindfold, of course, didn’t magically turn transparent.
He laughed. “Wishing you could see? I found something tohumbleany mouthy sub.”
What he’d said swirled in my brain for a second as he caressed my balls. His amusement had me tensing. I whined when he slid his hand up and jerked my dick once. I knew he was only teasing, but I tried to fuck the loose grip of his fist, chase a tantalizing spark of pleasure. He made a small tutting sound that couldn’t be more British if he tried, and that had my toes curling as well. Then he was back to my balls again, stretching them gently, and this time when he teased them backward, I froze as something cold and smooth touched the thinnest skin of my sack.
Fuck, ahumbler. I gasped and would have sat bolt upright, but he already had the other side clamped down around my sack, confining my balls. I whined. He did something and the pressure screwed tighter until the tug on my nuts actually hurt. The rush of achy pain had me leaking and hard as it lit up whatever crossed wires lived in my brain that made pain fucking wonderful for me. When I tried to shift my hips forward, the pain cranked up on my balls as the sides of the humbler dug into the backs of my thighs and pushed on them until I swore my nuts might pop free of the skin. My vision whited out for a moment with a bright burst of Technicolor heaven. I moaned and let my head fall to the floor, slid my knees a little more forward so I could curl into myself and release some of the pressure. My ass stuck way up in the air and I didn’t care.
“Holy fuck that’s pretty,” he whispered, almost like he was surprised. “Now, you were telling me before you would have let me spank this arse.”
Shaking my head, I groaned. I’d de-nut myself if he spanked me and I jerked too hard trying to get away from him. I’d have to stay perfectly still. I trembled and dug my fingers against the floor in front of me. I didn’t even think about trying to reach around and set myself free. What if he shoved me forward to stop me? My fingers danced along a seam in the boards. Did he have any fucking clue what he was doing? I moaned and wished I could ask, but at the same time I was excited beyond anything I’d ever expected.
This was subtle torture. This was fucking fantastic. Sir was an evil genius. My dick throbbed and leaked as the pain that shot through my sack tangled up with the jolts of pleasure spreading through my belly. Sir ran a finger tenderly up my crack and stopped to press his thumb on my hole. I moaned, but he didn’t go farther with that, simply moved away.
“Stay,” he said sternly.
I tried to say “Yes, Sir” and couldn’t. My body shook as I flashed hot and cold and sweat trickled down my spine. I could hear his footsteps moving away from me and I wasn’t sure what was happening.
“How quickly all that gabby bullshite went up in a puff of smoke,” he said casually. “You want to push me until I lose my composure? Well, I’ll leave that to you.” He drawled the words and I loved the way he sounded pleased with me. It was just a slight shift, a warming of his tone. “Your control will keep you on the floor in the proper position. Your willpower. If it snaps, you hurt. And you hurt bad. So maybe you’ll learn how to mind yourself better.”
I whimpered.
He got on the floor behind me, and I flinched at the light caress of his fingers over my balls. I knew what they would look like. A humbler was sometimes called a ball smasher, though that wasn’t really right. The wooden clamp squeezed my balls down until they were trapped at the end of the sack. They would look almost ready to explode, but the sensations as he ran his fingertips over them was incredible. I sucked in deep breaths through my nose. Sweat trickled down my sides. He tickled my nuts again, and I squirmed as much as I could without hurting myself. Adrenaline pounded through my veins. I could really fuck myself up if I didn’t have it in me to listen to my Sir. Did he even know this wasn’t for amateur hour? I moaned.
“You like that?” he asked, and I nodded. The sensation stopped. I wasn’t ready for the first strike when it burst into a brilliant line of agony on my ass. I almost choked trying to suck air around the damp gag in my mouth and forced myself to breathe through my nose. That wasn’t his fucking hand. It felt like a strap of… I don’t know what. Hell, maybe a fucking wire coat hanger. My right asscheek throbbed and burned.
I tried to ask, “What was that?” but it came out a muffled shout.
“You know, I don’t think I like hurting you too much,” he whispered and rubbed a hand over the mark that stung like a fucking unholy whore. “But I do love seeing you on your knees like this. Unable to talk. Unable to do anything except what I tell you. You’re so stunning this way. Waiting for me.”
I nodded because yes, that’s what I wanted. I wanted to be his to bend around, do what he needed and make him happy. My dick leaked like a faucet at the idea that he was getting off on this—on me. My musk hung heavy in the air, and all I could think about was the way he’d been so powerful the last time we were together, fucking against me. What would that be like without clothes between us?
He moved away. I could tell by the sounds behind me.
“Crawl forward.” The order, unlike what he’d said before, sounded rehearsed. I shivered and moaned. Another strike landed on my ass, and this one was a blast of torture worse than the first. I had trouble sucking in breath. I had no real idea what the fuck he was using to hit me, but it felt thinner than a riding crop, and it hurt like nothing else I’d had in a while.
My nipples went hard and thrummed against the cool air, and I was insanely aware of the way my balls seemed to be hooked on some invisible string to them. I tried to shuffle my right leg forward and the dull, pinching pain in my nuts had my nipples throbbing with adrenaline-fueled pleasure, which set up an insane feedback loop to my cock. I shuddered and couldn’t go farther. My cockhead thumped with pulses of heat, and I was worried for a second I would come. Another horrific stripe landed on my ass.
“Move.” His voice was softer, and real fear streaked through me. Shouting, yelling—lots of people did that. I’d never really had this quiet control directed my way. I didn’t know what to do with it. I shuffled my left leg forward, and the humbler squeezed my balls. The pain rolled over me and my head rushed until it felt like I was spinning. I was afraid I would flop on my stomach and really hurt myself.
“Try to stand.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“Try.”
I’d barely made it a few inches toward rising and the pain was too much. I collapsed onto my knees in a huddle and could hear Sir talking but was in a nightmare whirlwind of pain. I stayed in the halo of my hurt for a few minutes and couldn’t do anything else. Then the humbler was loosening, the pain was ebbing, and it stopped completely. I heard a clatter somewhere.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, River,” Sir rasped, and suddenly the cloth was unwound out of my mouth. I opened and closed my lips like a goofy fish, and then the world was too bright as the cloth was unwound from my eyes. I blinked and rolled onto my back. My balls still had a delicious fucking ache and I spread my legs wide, panting. I rolled my hips, but the hurt was still in there, deep. It was amazing. My eyes slipped closed and I laughed.
“You okay?”
Frantic words. Concern. That was nice. “Why did you stop? I didn’t tap out.”
