He gave her ass a possessive pat, like he was praising a job well done. “Of course you fucking will. That ass is mine. Every clenching, fighting inch of it.” He ran his hand over the curve of her right butt cheek then jostled the plug. “Squeezethat greedy hole tight. You won’t like what happens if you lose the toy.”
And he walked out of the motherfucking room and left her there.
The sound of his footsteps faded down the stairs, and then there was only the heavy thud of her own heartbeat and her frantic breathing, still not under control.
Alone with her pain. No escape.
Chapter 21
Tuesday’s nipples burned with a throbbing, ruthless fire. The alligator teeth dug deep into the tender flesh, and her clit still pulsed with sparks of agony from the returning blood flow.
She leaned forward the half-inch or so she could manage again, and it helped for a few seconds — the pull on her nipples lessened, her shoulders got the tiniest bit of relief.
But the movement pulled hard on her wrists, and the strain shot up her arms in a searing line. Soon, her shoulders ached in an entirely different way.
Again, she tried to find the right angle, the one that would balance the pain, but there wasn’t one. Every solution created a new problem. He’d bound her into a cruel equation with no right answer.
Her asshole contracted and seized around the massive plug, the burning stretch unrelenting. It was too big, too much, but even if it’d been possible to eject the merciless fullness, his final threat kept her from trying.
The constant low burn made her hips twitch involuntarily, which only pulled on the chain attached to her nipples and sent another wave of fire through her.
AndGod, her clit.
It was swollen, blazing hot, and pulsing in time to her racing heart. The evil clamp had left it hypersensitive, and now it ached with a deep, needy throb that apparently tricked her body into thinking she was fucking horny again — and her hips wanted to pump with need. Never mind she’d just come until stars burst around her. Never mind she was exhausted, hurting, and raw.
She floated in a sea of pain and confusion, every part of her screaming for relief while her clit kept sending these confusing sparks of need straight to her core. She wanted to beg. She wanted to cry. She wanted him to come back and either hurt her more or finally let her rest. She didn’t much care which, she just didn’t want to be frozen intothisanymore. Every movement hurt, every breath hurt, every heartbeat sent more heat to her clit and nipples.
All she could do was breathe through it and try not to move.
But then her nose picked up something sweet. She was so far out of it, she needed three breaths to identify it.
Butterscotch.
And not the cheap stuff. This came across as decadently rich, with threads of caramel, and it wrapped around her like a warm blanket. Her stomach gave a hungry little growl, and her taste buds woke with sudden, desperate interest — which somehow made her asshole clench and spasm evenmore.
She heard his bare feet on the steps, and she caught another scent. Something nutty, possibly a little boozy.
Saliva poured faster from her mouth to the floor now, and there was nothing she could do about it.
But the motherfucker didn’t release her. He walked to the wall and returned with one of the intense plug-in vibrators attached to a long extension cord.
“One more really good orgasm, my beautiful little painslut,” he said, voice low and rough. “And I mean a good one. If it’s wimpy, we’ll keep going until you can find one that isn’t.”
She could see her swollen, deep crimson clit from her vantage point. Could see the vibrator approaching. She tried to lift up, but the sharp movement only tore fresh agony through her shoulders and yanked viciously on her clamped nipples.
When the buzzing head made contact, every raw, overstimulated nerve ending in her clit detonated at once. A white-hot bolt of pain slammed through her, so intense her hips jerked hard and a raw, guttural scream ripped from her throat past the gag. The relentless vibrations drilled straight into her most sensitive flesh like a live wire, buzzing mercilessly against the swollen nub while she hung there, unable to pull away, unable to close her legs, forced to take every brutal second of it. Her whole body shook violently, breath hitching in desperate, ragged gasps past the bit between her teeth, pressing her tongue down.
His fingers wrapped around the base of the huge plug still buried in her ass and fucking tugged it, stretching her burning ring wide again, then let it sink back in. Back out, and in. Shallow, cruel movements that forced her sore holeopen over and over. She whimpered and clenched helplessly around the thick silicone, the spasms shooting deep into her guts, sending fresh waves of cramping, burning pain radiating through her core.
She heard him talking, but it took a moment for her brain to translate it.
“Look at this poor neglected little cunt,” he murmured, almost conversationally, as he kept the vibrator steady on her clit and continued fucking her slowly with the huge damned plug. “I can see it moving. Wanting attention. Aching to be filled while I’ve been doing just that with your other holes.”
His words hit home because sheneededto be fucked.Neededrelease.
Her entire body shook now. Being forced to ride the edge of bliss without going over turned mere need into an all-consuming visceral imperative despite the pain. Every raw nerve endingscreamed, but her body curved toward the vibrator like it was the only thing left in the world. Her hips pumped, and her noises were whines of need, desperate pleas for release.
He kept her right there on the edge for long, merciless minutes — the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against her clit while he worked the plug just enough to keep her asshole stretched and burning, the spasms traveling all the way through her core.
