SEVEN
Nevaeh
All I can do iscry as the man bruises my thighs and pumps into me.
The chains rattle. My nails bite into the leather binds. His ragged grunts bounce off the cold stone walls.
His strokes come fast, tearing me apart with each punctuating thrust of his hips. I’m clinging to consciousness as pain pulses in and out and tears gloss my eyes. It’d be so much easier if I could just… go to sleep.
If I could black this out…
But the man’s hips won’t let me forget. His thick penis tunnels deep in a constant reminder of what’s happening. The ache he brings me as I stretch to accommodate him. The air he knocks out of my lungs with every thrust. The bruises he pinches into me, groping my thighs and hips in his ironclad grip.
Despite my protests, I rock along with him, shaking, twisting in the binds. My bent knees press against my chest, and I swing on the chains as he holds me in his arms and pumps away.
What was once pain from the dry stretch builds into tiny blips of wet pleasure. He slides in easier, my vagina slicking from arousal. Even as I cry and struggle, my body doesn’t care—it betrays me as warmth spreads throughout.
No… no… no!
I scream the word a thousand times. If not out loud, in my head.
But the only sounds that answer me tell meyes.
His throaty grunts near my ear. The slap of our skin as he grips me and pounds into me. My desperate gasps spliced between choked cries of pleasureandpain.
The crass sounds play on a loop, growing louder.
The man’s a brute. He’s rough and cruel in how he squeezes my breast and rubs my clit. All touches that show he doesn’t care what I like. Him groping my body like his newest toy is for his enjoyment only.
And he wants me to know.
As he grunts near my ear, his beastly pants blow strands of hair in my face. He slams into me and grinds his hips, the rumble from his chest letting me know how good it feels. How good I feel clenched around him.
Tears spill down my cheeks and I shake my head side to side. The deepest sense of horror and shame eats away at me, battling with the hot wet pleasure that radiates from my sex. I can only fill my head with thoughts of Caelian.
Wishes I could be with him.
Prayers he could rescue me.
Sadness some other man is invading my body the way he is… and I’m aroused. My body trembles from the pleasure he inflicts on me, the beginnings of an orgasm starting.
No… NO.
I twist in my restraints to put up some resistance. The brute squeezes my flesh harder in punishment, making me flinch. He crushes me in his grip and fucks into me with new intensity.
My pussy responds. She spasms and tingles from the sweet spots he reaches. It’s as if he’s already familiar with my body, knowing how to wield his powers to force these reactions out of me. Cries of horror thicken into whimpers of approval.
Reactions I can’t keep contained for long.
I bite into the leather restraint hoping to block the next one from slipping out. The moan escapes anyway, the sound of my slick, pussy-throbbing betrayal.
I’ve been broken open and filled with lust. I’ve been turned inside out so that my darkest shame is on display.
Fists clenched and nipples stiff, I’m leaning into the moment. I’m bouncing along as the man fucks me. He grips me in the position I’m contorted into, and his huge, thick shaft sinks in deeper. He bottoms out to our groans and my shivers.
“Yes,” he growls into my ear, his strong fingers bruising the delicate flesh on my thighs. He holds me still so that only his hips gyrate, his penis sliding in and out easily. “Yes, bella, fucking take it.”
The word—thepetnameI’ve come to adore—pushes me over the edge. The sound rumbles in my ear and sets off a frisson of tingles through the rest of my body.
