When all twenty-one clamps adorned his body, each one attached by a long thread of twine, Adria stood at the foot of the bed, admiring her handiwork.
She regretted that she didn’t have her vibrator.
“Each of these clamps represents a time that you were in pain and didn’t come to me or your brothers,” she said, putting pressure on one of the clamps behind his balls.
Kaydon jumped from the discomfort.
“You will find that I am more than capable of giving you all the pain you desire,” she said, pinching the other clamp.
She sat on the bed. “You are not responsible for what happened to Bryson.”
Kaydon shook his head. “Yes, I am.”
Adria twisted the clamp on his right nipple. Kaydon scrunched his eyes shut. “Fuck, Adria.”
She twisted the other, and he squirmed under her.
“Let’s try this again. You are not responsible for what happened to Bryson.”
He opened his mouth to oppose her, but she was ready. Shoving three fingers down his throat, she felt him convulse under her, gagging.
Tears in his eyes, she pressed into the back of his throat until she felt him relax. She removed her hand and trailed her wet fingers down his torso, teasing every clamp on the way. Moving her hand past his taint, she curled her finger under him until she felt his entrance.
Fingers wet from his spit, she pressed into his hole. Not hard enough to enter him, but just enough that his pelvis lifted off the mattress, trying to grant her access.
“You’re going to come with me in all your holes,” she said.
Kaydon moaned.
“But I’ll edge you all night if I have to,” she said, pressing her pointer finger into him. Entering him to the first knuckle.
Just a taste.
“You are not responsible for what happened to Bryson.”
They did that dance for almost fifteen minutes. Her insisting he wasn’t responsible and him insisting he was. Kaydon was so close to the edge, Adria was surprised he hadn’t come by accident.
In her bag she found the spatula she had grabbed from the kitchen.
The object gave a soft whistle with each swing, before connecting with his inner thigh just below the clamps. Ten times she struck the same spot before moving to the other side. Kaydon broke out into a sweat and she saw his legs strain, trying to protect themselves.
“Whose are you?” she said.
“Yours,” he said without hesitation.
“Then why are you fighting me?” she asked.
His eyes pinched shut. “Because you weren’t there. You didn’t see him.”
Adria wrapped her hand around his shaft, rewarding him. Her hand moved up and down along the length of him. She said, “Give it to me, Kaydon.”
He shook his head, and she stopped immediately.
“Color?” she asked.
“Green,” he ground out.
“Liar,” she said, grabbing the thread attached to the last clothes pin. With one sharp tug the entire line of clamps came ripping off his flesh.
