I nod frantically. He turns the vibration back on. Low at first but building. I shift my hips, feel it rub my inner walls. The toy is hard and slick. Bigger than his fingers. More solid.
Then he adds a finger. It stretches me, adding to the sensation. I like how warm and real it is, but my eyes are wide, and I’m inhaling hard to deal with the pressure. “Too much? It’s okay, little bride. We’ll get there.”
He rubs my clit, and I want him to turn the vibrator up. Instead, he moves the vibrator down from my pussy, letting it buzz over my skin all the way down towards my rear. It feels weirdly good, but I clench up.
He hums and moves the vibrator back up, while positioning himself so his head is between my legs.
“So sweet.” And he starts to eat me out with the vibrator dancing over my clit. His tongue fucks my hole, lashing at the inner walls. I feel him staring at me, but I can’t look at him. It’s too intense. I’m going to come— He pulls away.
And now I understand why this is punishment. My cunt throbs, screaming for release. I let out a sob behind the gag.
“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. You didn’t do what I said. This is punishment for me, too.” He pets my pussy, mesmerized. “I love the way you taste.” He leans in again, nipping at my inner thighs. I yelp behind the gag. That hurt! Did he draw blood?
“Look at that. Look at how wet you’re getting.”
And I moan because he’s right. I can feel my channel growing slick, preparing for him.
He makes a growl sound deep in his throat. The next thing I know, pain rocks through me.
He bit me. He actually did it.
My muscles seize. My orgasm is so sudden, huge and overwhelming, the only thing tethering me to earth is the feeling of wet teethmarks on my inner thigh.
Fuck, that hurt. My cry explodes in my throat, stopped up from the gag.
“Did you come, baby?” he asks. He grips my pussy, squeezing my clit so pain wracks me, followed immediately by a rush of pleasure so intense it sizzles my nerve endings.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” He looks at me like he wants to hurt me.
Yes, I beg him with my eyes. Please punish me.
“You’re not supposed to come until I say. We’ll have to work on that.” He looks absolutely evil.
I nod, my eyes wide.
“You’re going to pay for that one.” The threat is quiet. Intense. My heart races, and I tense my muscles like I’m going to run. He fixes me with a glare, and I freeze.
“Don’t even think about moving.”
I look from him to the door and back again. Come on, Bella, move! Except if I run, he’ll chase me. Catch me. Do terrible things to me…
He puts his hand around my throat. “Calm down.”
I blink at him. My pulse slows. He flicks one of my clamped nipples, and I wince but keep my eyes on him.
“That’s it. I’m in control. Now stay.”
He stands and strips off his shirt, then his jeans, rewarding me.
But when he returns to my side, my heart flutters. He’s so much bigger than me. Physically, it doesn’t take much to dominate me, and he’s a trained fighter who’s studied how to destroy people.
“You gonna be good for me?”
I think about it, then shake my head.
His lips quirk. “At least you’re honest.” He unbuckles the gag. “Ask me to punish you.”
What?
