I shake my head and grunt around the gag.
“Don’t deny it. I know it’s true. You’re afraid of this.” His fingers spread a slick lube over my swollen sex and then delve into the furrows alongside my entrance to soothe the prickling ache. “How well we fit together.”
The pressure builds, and I wear myself out straining against the ropes he’s tied me with. He keeps stroking me, relentless. “You can let go, little bird. I won’t let you fall.”
I don’t want to orgasm like this. It’s too wild, and I’m careening out of control. My muscles cramp as my body tightens. He’s going to force me to climax, and I have no way of stopping him.
He slides a finger inside me. I’ve played with toys, but I’ve never had a partner penetrate me before. I tried, but I never was able to get close to anyone. Until him.
He knows just how to touch me, stroking my inner walls and using plenty of lube to make sure his single finger glides smoothly in and out before he adds a second.
My clit throbs, hungry for more stimulation, but the sensation of his fingers stretching me adds another dimension to my need. Electricity buzzes up and down my spine, my climax building from a deeper place inside me.
“This will be mine,” he tells me. My inner muscles clamp down on his fingers. I’m holding my breath, concentrating on the minute movements of his hand. It’s strange but good. There’s pressure, but it’s not painful yet. And it’s so good, I would welcome some pain to balance it.
He adds another finger, and my eyes water with the stretch. I’m blindfolded, but I can imagine his beautiful face tense with concentration as he fingers me and finds ways to make me feel good.
My stalker, the man who has hunted and killed for me, strokes me to orgasm. Holding me in the palm of his hand. I fight the impending orgasm, but it feels inevitable.
His thumb grazes the needy edge of my clit, and I’m undone. Lightning strikes and sizzles down my limbs. I scream into the gag as pleasure blazes white hot through my mind. I shake in my bindings, out of control.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” He sinks his fingers deeper, taking advantage of the pulsing aftershocks to stretch me further.
I haven’t stopped trembling before he sets something smooth and hard at my entrance. It’s bigger than his fingers but glides in with the help of a copious amount of lube.
“A little more training before I take you,” he tells me.
My moan fills my ears. The humming helps me take the intrusion. I clench my inner muscles on the dildo.
Then it begins to vibrate, and I’m shouting all over again.
“Shhh, easy.” He strokes my back. My skin is slick with sweat. “You can take it. You’ll be grateful when it’s my turn.”
The vibrations are low and subtle, enough to begin building my orgasm but not enough to push me over the edge.
“A little warm up.” He scoops up my hair and arranges it over my shoulder, and I know he’s clearing the target for his flogger. The strands strike my ass, the left side and then the right, over and over. He breaks the drumming impact with a few snaps at my shoulders. “You came here to confront me. And then you tell me you’re giving up? I don’t think so.”
I dig my teeth into the gag. It’s not fair that he rigs the game so he can win. Does he need to be able to see into my head as well?
“You’re here for justice. It’s all you’ll allow yourself to want.” He sounds thoughtful. He swaps the flogger for a paddle. I brace myself as best I can against the hard thwacks and the blunt pain. Clenching makes me squeeze the dildo tighter, unlocking new levels of arousal. My pussy is dripping, and I’m drooling around the gag.
“I want to know why you keep yourself from the things you crave. For as long as I’ve been watching you”—he uses the paddle to emphasize each word—“you’ve held yourself apart. Locked yourself in solitude.”
I shake my head, and he threads his fingers in my hair, tugging until tears spring into my eyes. “It’s true. You keep yourself in a cage, little bird. And do you know what?”
His tight grip won’t allow me to move my head. I can’t nod or dissent or even blink to communicate.
His lips caress my jaw. He’s licking the tears that roll out from under my blindfold. “I’m the one who will set you free.”
I shake with a sob. He’s flaying me open, and it’s worse torture than any pain the cruelest implement could mete out.
He releases me and steps away, only to return with another flogger. This one has heavier falls. The knots drum down on my skin. Each impact is a revelation. The ache and sting unlock something in me.
“You will be free, little bird. And you will fly.”
I’m already flying.
Trapped in the darkness of the blindfold, I can’t stop my second sight from conjuring up the scene. Rex paces behind me. He rocks back and forth, using his footwork to send the flogger raining down on me. His aura is as black as the deepest night, but there’s beauty in the darkness. Tiny diamond stars glint and wine-colored flowers bloom under a velvet sky.
