“Poor little Hallie,” he whispered, his ominous tone making the back of my neck prickle with fear. “You never would've let me see those slutty stickers of yours if you knew what I wanted to do to you. What I dream about doing every time you walk by in those tight fucking leggings you love to tease me with.”
I swallowed. Knox released me abruptly, letting my face fall back against the bedspread. And then he scooted down my body, bracing his hands on my thighs. One hand lifted to give my ass a hard slap that made my entire body jolt, the stinging heat spreading across my skin instantly.
He used both hands to caress my ass slowly like he was enjoying the sight before him. All this time I thought Knox was barely noticing my body, but he’d been staring at my ass every time I walked by. The thought reignited the heat between my legs, and I ached for him to touch me there again.
But without warning, Knox’s thumbs spread my buttcheeks apart. And then–holyshit–he buried his face between my cheeks and tongued my asshole. A startled cry escaped my lips–there was no lead-up, no teasing. Just his mouth feasting on my ass like this was what he’d been waiting for.
Nobody had ever done this to me.
I’d never let them if they asked–the thought of it alone felt too vulnerable. Humiliating, even. And yet… right now? My whole body reacted to Knox’s warm tongue like this was exactly what it needed. It was intoxicatingly good in a way I never would’ve expected.
I felt Knox’s right hand slide up between my legs, two fingers parting my lips to slide through my slick heat. He pushed those fingers into my pussy, his tongue working in circles on my asshole. “Oh, Hallie,” he said, giving me another lick as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of me. “I think you’re enjoying this too much. But you’re about to find out what punishment really feels like.”
His fingers tugged out of me, and I felt him shift between my legs. A moment later, something smooth, cool, and hard pressed against my labia. Oh fuck, he had a little vibrator. It felt like it was the size of an egg–he must have had it in his pocket this whole time.
He clicked a button five or six times in quick succession, sliding it along my slit before pressing it firmly against my clitoris. The buzzing intensified until it felt like every muscle in my lower body frantically clenched and then unclenched.
My back arched, and Knox let out a husky, maniacal laugh before returning his tongue to my rear entrance. The dual assault overwhelmed me. I held in a breath, the buzzing against my clit so powerful, I knew it wouldn’t take me very long to come.
“It’s–it’s too strong,” I gasped out.
He let out another cruel, deep laugh between my cheeks, ignoring my plea. Pleasure built and built, and I wondered if his plan would be to push me right to the edge before pulling the vibrating egg away. My muscles tensed as I tried to stave off the orgasm I knew would come crashing any second.
And then the wave hit me with a terrifying force, every muscle in my body coiling like I was bracing for impact. I knew he could feel me helplessly writhing beneath him, but he didn’t pull the vibrator away. Instead, he turned up the speed another notch and pressed it even harder against my clit, sending me completely over the edge.
I let out a raw, stuttering gasp, convulsing under Knox’s body. I came so hard I screamed into the mattress, gripping the rope around my wrists like it would anchor me back to reality.
I expected Knox to pull away, but he held the toy in place, forcing me to ride every wave and aftershock of that orgasm. And then he still didn’t relent, keeping the vibrator right where it was even when I twitched and desperately tried to pull away from it.
It wasn’t like I had anywhere to go.
“One,” he muttered against my skin, sliding his tongue up my crack. For a moment, I wondered what the hell that was supposed to mean until the second orgasm began to roll through me like a bolt of electricity to my clit. “Two.”
“Stop it,” I cried out, tears beginning to pool in my eyes. But Knox didn’t let up. I jerked and tried to buck my hips, but there was no escaping the torturous device that brought equal amounts of pain andpleasure to my swollen clit. He’d lower the speed for a minute or two, giving me just a sliver of relief, before cranking it back to full power. I broke out in a cold sweat, the constant buzzing between my legs making me feel like I was on the brink of insanity.
How long would he keep this up?
My third orgasm barely had time to crest before collapsing into a flood of painful pressure on my clit. “Three.”
And that cycle of overwhelming sensations continued. The pleasure was euphoric and dizzying, but as soon as each orgasm ended, that overwhelming intensity returned. Before long, I could no longer differentiate between the two.
I hated it.
I loved it.
And Knox kept counting, knowing exactly when each orgasm reached its height. He ignored my screams and pleas, his mouth tormenting the most private part of me while he ruthlessly held the toy in place.
Tears blurred my vision and spilled onto the pillow beneath me. I didn’t even realize I was crying until a ragged, desperate whimper tore out of my throat. “Please. I can't.”
Knox shifted on top of me, bringing his face up to my neck but keeping his hand on the vibrator that still tortured every nerve ending between my legs. I shook and convulsed again, sobbing from the cruel, intense pleasure. “Seven. Should we go for eight?”
“No! I can’t do it anymore.”
“I think you can. This is what you asked for, remember?” His chin dug into my shoulder as I clenched my teeth. More tears flowed from my eyes as everything in me tried to fight what my body was doing. “And now you’re going to cry about it? You wanted to play tough, butit looks like you’re just a weak, pathetic little woman who falls apart the second things get real.”
The humiliation hit like a blade. But something about those words sank deep, and my body detonated one more time in the most intense climax yet. My clit burned and twitched, but that torture device kept buzzing. I tried to turn my face away from Knox, too embarrassed to let him see the way I winced, but he grabbed my chin with his free hand.
“Have you had enough?” he muttered, forcing me to look at him.
