She felt the certainty of that silent promise in the silk and chains Vytln bound her in.
Suspended from the ceiling, body tightly secured, she should have felt constrained. Instead, it was like he had crafted a swing for her. A seat to place her in. Yes, she couldn’t move her arms or her legs, but it was so comfortable, so natural, it didn’t feel at all like a trap.
This was a hug. A promise. A kiss so tight it touched her soul. A guarantee that she couldn’t get away, and no one would ever be able to force her away.
And the look in Vytln’s burning eyes…
The fire there had never burned so bright. It scorched along her skin, making every nerve come alive. So alert and sensitive, the very fabric of her clothes seemed to irritate. The flimsy garments that hid her from him were the only things that trapped her now.
But that wasn’t a problem for long. Snarling, Vytln grabbed the neck of her shirt and used his thick, blunt claws to shred it like the cloth had personally offended him. Her pants met the same end. It wasn’t neat or smooth, but it was quick. He couldn’t yank the remains away where the chains had them trapped against her, so he just ripped them into pieces. Leaving her suspendedthere draped in strips of broken fabric, brightly colored silk, and shiny silver chains. The air wasn’t cold, but it still sent shivers along her now naked skin, bumps appearing all over her arms and legs, nipples peaking into tight buds that ached with the need for relief.
“Pretty mate,” Vytln said, his voice a low, appreciative growl, as he stroked down her belly with one hand. The roughness of his thick skin made her tremble as her happy giggles faded into needy pants. It was such a soft caress, in such direct contrast to how he had roughly handled her while chaining her up in the air, it left her dizzy.
She tried, she really did, to cant her hips up. To arch her back. To move in some way. But she was helpless. She couldn’t do anything but tremble as he wrapped his hand around her thigh and squeezed just hard enough to make it ache. But she loved it.
“Pretty little pest,” he grinned, teeth glinting in the light. “You look so good bare to me like this. I think I’ll keep you this way always.”
“I’m alright with that being,” she chuckled breathlessly, the sound not really a full laugh.
Vytln chuckled too. But it was a much heavier, darker sound. Promising retribution for all the times she’d driven him crazy. All the ways she’d made him lose his mind. All the times she deliberately made choices that she knew would annoy him.
And it felt like a victory. Like she knew this would happen. Like forcing him to bind and punish her for her actions was the whole point.
“We’ll see how sassy you are when I’m done with you,” he promised, releasing his grip and stroking the inner skin of herthigh softly. So softly. Going lower, and lower, but not low enough, until she was whimpering and straining at her bindings, trying to force him to touch her more.
Smack!
She cried out – more from surprise than pain – at the quick whack to her bare bottom. His hand, rough and heavy, left a mark on her that she couldn’t see, but she could feel.
Haven laughed. Victory and relief filling her up. Yes.Yes! That’s what she wanted. She needed him to do it again. She needed him to bind and control her. To make her mind stop. To make the world simple and easy. No thoughts, no questions, just feelings in her body that overloaded her system.
And Vytln was smiling too. Like he saw the truth of it in her gaze. In her reaction. In the way she continued to strain to reach towards him, even in the impossibility of it, seeking more of that incredible pressure and scratching heat.
“Calm yourself,” he said, gently stroking the area he’d just struck. “You will get what you need. But I will take what I need first.”
He was different. He wasn’t gruff and angry and short. He wasn’t snapping. His voice, while still rough, was low and slow, almost soft. Like this control he’d exerted over her, the pleasure and relief he’d given her, was all something he needed as well.
Haven wanted to beg him to spank her again. To not stop until her ass was burning red and so sensitive she felt the blows even when they were done.
But he grabbed his pants at that moment and pulled them apart. Ripping the fabric away with the same rough care he’d shown hers. Without chains, there was nothing to stop theshredded remains from falling away, leaving him nude, in a pool of ripped clothes. Both of his cocks were fully extended, pointing forward, the lower one already dripping burning orange pre-cum.
It was so hot on her skin. What would it feel like inside her?
Huge. Overwhelming. Hot. Definitely hot. A brand inside of her that would mark her as belonging to him.
The idea was intoxicating. She tried to wiggle in her chains but couldn’t move as her pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. Leaking in anticipation in anticipation of something she could only imagine.
But she didn’t have to wait long for her imagination to become reality. She realized what he meant by promising to take what he needed first when he grabbed her by the hip and jerked her towards him, pressing the thick head of his upper cock at her entrance, the other sliding back, pressing against the lower part of her ass. The chains clinked together, the pressure of them trying to pull her back.
He didn’t thrust his hips. No. He pulled her closer. Making her come to him. Forcing her to take his cock past her entrance. The tight ring of muscles resisted, but it was a fight she could only lose as he pulled determinedly, forcing her to stretch as she let out a low, keening cry, head falling back, eyes going wide, though she saw nothing.
She could only feel. The pressure. The hint of pain of skin being forced apart wider than it had ever gone before. The heat of his body spearing her through the most sensitive part of hers.
And she had no relief. The head was the smallest part of his cock. It only got thicker the lower he pulled her down. Movingsomehow both too slow for her pleasure, but too quick for her pain. She couldn’t adjust to him. She couldn’t adjust to the stretch.
“Yes,” he growled, bouncing her up and down right there on the thickest part in the middle. Forcing her body to stroke his cock like she was a toy suspended for his use. Her hips weren’t meeting his yet. There was still more to go. And the pressure was deep inside her now.
“V-Vytln!” She whimpered, really afraid now that she wouldn’t be able to take it. That this mind spinning combination of pain and pleasure would fry her brain and break her body. “P-Please… Be… Being gentle… please…”
