My legs trembled even as my arms stayed rigid from gripping the bed too tightly. My brain didn’t know which way to turn. My nipples ached, and any attempt to move—any effort to relieve one part of me—only reignited the pain somewhere else.
The mask forced me to focus on his touch. That made me move.
And moving brought the sharp, vicious pain straight back to my nipples.
His hand rested at the base of my spine. I froze and waited. It was impossible to tell how long I’d been suspended in this torturous loop. The warmth of his palm seeped into me, grounding me.
I took slow, deep breaths and exhaled.
“That’s it. Relax for me,” he murmured, pressing the fat, blunt head of his cock against my arse.“Show me what a good arse slut you’ve become.”
“I need it so bad,” I said in a breathy voice I didn’t recognise.
All I wanted was to feel.
To lose myself.
“Oh, sweet Ella. I know you do,” he said, pushing forward.
He was wide.
It was sore.
But I needed the pain.
Why did I need it?
I paused—forcing myself to think.
Oh. Right.
To avoid the pain in my breasts.
I held myself open for him as he eased inside, stretching me inch by inch. The burn was so very good.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“There we go. Always such a lovely, tight fit in your arse,” he sighed.
He didn’t move.
Warmth spread over me—then the first tug of the chain.
“Yeah, Ella. Squeeze my cock with your arse.”
His voice touched me in the darkness.
He tugged again. I clenched harder, gasping as my breath caught.
“Yes,” he hissed, bucking his hips against me.
He dragged himself back and slammed into me, yanking the chain. I howled—wanting to reject him and welcome him all at once.
The warmth left my back as his fingers bit into my flesh. His cock hammered into me, powerful, punishing thrusts. It didn’t take long before his heavy balls slapped against my pussy.
I couldn’t see—but I could feel everything.
The rigidity in my arms from gripping the bed.
