She placed a few items on the table beside the bed. One I recognized instantly—nipple clamps. The other—no idea. I didn’t have time to guess. She reached for the clamps first.
She circled my nipples, pinching rhythmically, as if she were testing me, toying with me. My breathing became erratic again. Then she attached the first one.
Hot pain shot through my chest, my head hitting the pillow with a quiet grunt. The second clamp followed—still brutal, but at least I knew what was coming. God, the pain made me ache for her. I wanted to fuck her so damn badly.
My mind drifted, fantasizing about how far she would go, when something hot splattered onto my stomach. Another drop on my chest then another near my collarbone.
A hiss escaped me. “Fuck…” I winced.
The wax felt like it was searing straight through my skin. Lina didn’t pause. She guided the drips higher until they trailed toward the clamps—one, two, three slow drops, that made me arch. The cuffs and I were fighting against each other. They held firm, thick enough to hold someone exactly like me.
“You like that? I can tell you do. Look at you… God,look at you, Cezar.”
The candlelight washed over her face, turning her into something wicked and regal. She reveled in every twitch of pain she wrung out of me. And all I could think was how fucking divine she looked with power dripping off her like venom.
She set the toys aside and straddled me, and the pressure of her settling onto my painfully hard dick made my breath falter. “Petal…” The word escaped my lips involuntarily, tangled in that aching pleasure.
“What? Is there something you want, something you need?” Her mouth brushed my neck, soft and slow, and that gentle kiss nearly sent me straight to oblivion.
I spasmed, trying to move against her, doing anything to find relief. She glided her hand over my cock through my pants, and a groan tore out of me.
“You are not being a very good boy, are you?” Her voice was tinged with disappointment.
Fuck, Iwantedto be good. I wanted to give her every obedient inch of myself, and more. The words were right there, but before I could speak, her hand covered my mouth.
My breathing stumbled. She forced me to drag air through my nose, slow and controlled, and I tried—God, I tried—but desire was flooding me too hard, too fast.
When my breathing steadied, Lina used both hands to cover my mouth and nose. My jaw clenched, and my eyes went wide. Sometimes when Lina looked at me, I saw hatred, and it made my heart ache.
My pulse thundered in my ears. Tremors rolled through my muscles. The room tilted. My chest tightened, vision fraying at the edges. My instincts begged me to fight, to break free, to breathe, but I didn’t move.
I didn’t fucking dare.
Overwhelming panic flowed through me. My fingers dug into the sheets, the only part of me I could still control, trying to attach myself to the bed or to her. To anything that kept me from unraveling completely. Air faded away. My mind spun.
Was this her plan all along?
Was she going to wreck me the way only she could?
The fear swallowed me, pulling me under. My eyes shut on instinct, and no matter how frantically I tried to open them, they didn’t. I was alone again in the dark of my mind, drowning in my past.
Make it stop… stop, stop… Petal… please… save me.
Tears spilled over, hot against skin gone cold. If this was how it ended, I could accept it. If it was her, if it was Lina, then maybe the end wasn’t something to fear. So, I did nothing. Let time stretch into a dense, suffocating eternity.
This is the end… Petal, I lov—
“Cezar. CEZAR!”
I still couldn’t open my eyes, but air hit my lungs like a resurrection. She was shaking me—hard.
“Cezar, hey, look at me. Cezar, goddammit, open your eyes.” And that was all it took. One command from her and everything snapped back into focus.
Lina’s face hovered above me, tears sparkling at the corners of her eyes, making her anger collapse into something far worse—grief. Real fucking grief. The sight gutted me more than the panic ever could. I never wanted to be the reason she cried.
I tried to smile—weak, pathetic—but before anything came out, she spoke.
“Cezar…” Her hands threaded through my hair with such gentle care. It felt so good when she touched me tenderly.
