He slides two thick fingers inside me and crooks them against my most sensitive spot. At the same time, his thumb presses down on my clit.
My orgasm rips through me, and I scream in ecstasy and despair. I’m helpless to resist the bliss that shreds my psyche as it rakes through my body. My inner muscles contract around his fingers, clamping down hard to keep him inside me. The release goes on and on. Sheet lighting flashes over my vision, and I’m a whimpering mess, writhing on the horrific, perverted painting we’re making together.
“That was very pretty, but you forgot something,” he admonishes, continuing to wring ruthless pleasure from my core. “My name, Abigail. Say it.”
“Please…” I can’t. The surrender would be too shameful to bear. He has to allow me this last shred of my dignity, my autonomy.
“You’ll get no mercy from me, pet.”
His fingers finally withdraw from my pulsing pussy, but before I can heave in a gasp of relief, his touch trails upward.
I try to wriggle my way free, but his other hand releases my breasts to grip my ass cheek. His fingers dig into my flesh in a warning bite, spreading me wide open for him.
“You’re mine,” he declares. “Every part of you.”
His desire-slicked finger presses against my asshole, and I try to buck away. He holds me steady, keeping me trapped for his amusement.
“You will submit, Abigail. Surrender.”
“Dane. Please, Dane…” I’m babbling, repeating his name like that will earn his mercy.
But he has none.
“You’ll have to come for me,” he coaxes. “Come for me while I finger your tight little asshole, and I’ll relent.”
Something breaks inside me.
I don’t have a choice. My mind accepts that my only way to escape this horrific ecstasy is to comply. And even if I didn’t acknowledge that awful truth, my body would comply anyway.
Pleasure gathers low in my belly as his finger slips inside me. I clench around him, but my final efforts to resist him only awaken forbidden sensations I’ve never experienced before.
He bites out a curse and pushes deeper. “I’ll stretch this virgin asshole with my cock soon enough. But I’ll get you ready for me before I claim you. I’ll never harm you, little dove.”
I close my eyes and turn my face into the canvas, as though I can hide from what’s happening to me. My body softens, and he begins to pump his finger into me in gentle thrusts.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Such a sweet pet.”
A strangled sound catches in my throat, a carnal groan. My core throbs with desire in response to his praise, and my clit pulses in time with my racing heartbeat.
He torments me with slow, terrible pleasure as he continues to toy with my ass, teasing me until I fully surrender. I’m not trying to squirm away from him anymore. Heat flushes my skin, and I practically pant with mounting lust.
“You’re going to come for me just like this.” His voice has dropped to a deeper register, and he sounds almost drunk on his power over me. “I’m not going to touch your pretty cunt or your hard little clit. Only this.”
His darkly perverse command shudders through me, and I weep into the messy painting we’ve made. The pleasure is so keen that it cuts my heart like a knife. My core is swollen andachy, as though his gentle fingers have marked me with bruises deep inside my pussy.
But, true to his word, he hasn’t harmed me physically.
My soul is another matter entirely.
All of my muscles coil tight in anticipation of release. Sweat slicks my skin, and soft moans leave my chest with every heaving breath.
“Let go,” he urges. “Give me everything.”
I come apart on a scream, and his name echoes through the studio he’s provided for me.
“Good girl.” His warm praise layers over my sharp cry, and he pumps his fingers into me, drawing out my orgasm.
My scream melts into a sob, and I shake beneath him. I’m utterly spent and shattered beyond repair.
