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Her heart stalled in her chest when he reached below the edge of the tub and returned with a second butter knife.

He used both. One to pin her right lip open, the other to torment every inch around and just inside her opening, tracing her raw, swollen cunt like it was a map of her sins.

“This is what a cunt gets when it mouths off to her owners,” he said. “You still sore from Boone’s strap? From Kenny’s Johnny?”

She nodded frantically, tears dripping off her chin.

“And yet you’re soaking in a nice bath while I take care of you. See? Wedobelieve in aftercare.” He chuckled and twisted one knife slightly, stretching her wider. “Gotta keep our toy in working order.”

She hated that her nipples were hard, that her cunt throbbed with empty need despite the pain. Fuck, probablybecauseof the pain, though she had to admit Silas’s humiliation probably added to it. Her whole body was traitorous.Wanting.

As if he heard her thoughts, he ordered, “Spread your legs like an obedient fuckhole. Feet beside your adorable ass.”

She slid her feet up until her knees poked out of the water tilting outward, thighs trembling. Her whole body burned. And still, her clit pulsed. Her hole clenched.

“This is a gift,” he said softly, reaching into a nearby bucket. “Controlled suffering, because I’m feeling generous tonight.”

She didn’t see what he grabbed until it hit her clit.

Ice.

A solid cube, starting high and pressing down, dragging through her swollen folds like frozen glass before he pressed it inside her pussy. She yelped and jerked, the cold carving through the raw heat like a blade, but he only chuckled and pressed another cube to her left nipple.

“You whine like I’m hurting you. This isn’t pain, little bitch. I’m cooling the fire. Soothing raw nerve endings. Stop with the fucking drama.”

Another cube, wedged between her butt cheeks this time, right over the welted spots where the panties had ground nettles into her skin. The ice burned against heat, sharp as acid, and her thighs trembled with the effort to stay open.

“I could strap you to the gyno table and bleed your cunt raw. Instead, I’m helping your sensitive tissues recover. Bit of heat, bit of cold. Therapeutic, even.”

The contrast hit her hard — bathwater heat, ice-cold cube. Every nerve screamed, confused, overwhelmed. Her cunt clenched hard around the frozen intrusion, as if trying to expel it, only to spasm tighter when the shock set in.

He lifted a long-handled spoon and pressed the freezing metal to her clit. Clearly, it’d been stored in the ice bucket, and she nearly shot out of the tub with a series of shrill shrieks.

“Do. Not. Move.”

He held it there, her body shaking, unable to breathe. A statue of torment, unable to fucking blink.

“Two holes out of commission makes you a near-worthless whore.” A shrug. “I have to find other ways to occupy myself, but I can improvise.”

He lifted the spoon and replaced it with the fingers of his other hand, warm flesh squeezing her now-frozen clit until it felt like the nerves might shatter. Then warm fingers. Cold. Heat. Cold. Heat. Each switch like whiplash, tormenting her, driving her deeper into madness.

“See? This isn’t evencruelty.This is what it looks like when I’m gentle. Let’s hope I don’t get bored.”

But the temperature play didn’t keep him occupied for much longer, and he leaned to the side, and his hand went into the bathwater when he straightened, but she didn’t see what was in it.

Her tears sped with fear of the unknown, and his words didn’t make it any better.

“Hold still.” His voice was sharp, and she froze.

Fingers on her clit, pulling the hood back, and then something on it. Over it.

She whimpered the moment it touched her, nerves already frayed.

And then she recognized it, and her stomach dropped. Her clit was already screaming with raw nerves, and he’d chosen the one device designed to make it worse.

Silas adjusted the suction cup, locked the seal in place, and squeezed the bulb with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Her clitscreamed. The bruised, barbed flesh swelled further under pressure, throbbing like a wound. He pumped until it was more than twice the normal size, and all she could do was hold her mouth open in a silent scream.