He put the damned binder clip back on her tongue when his cock came out, and gently patted her cheek.
“Oh, it hurts so much worse going back on, doesn’t it? But it’ll keep more words from coming out of that dicksucking mouth. So it’s necessary.”
He walked out of sight again and she heard noises she couldn’t identify. Liquid noises.
And then her clit exploded in fucking pain. It hurt like her tongue did — had he put a fucking binder clip on it, too?
She jerked and yanked when the needle came out, then again when he yanked the plug from her hole. Seconds later, his cock was at her ass, pressing in.
She jerked and writhed from the fresh pain, the stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of being used so completely. He was rougher yet this time, pounding her hard and fast, and she desperately needed a way to stabilize her head, but there wasn’t a way. She was a hanging slab of meat with convenient holes to fuck.
And yet, when he eventually ordered her to come, her body obeyed him.
Just before he finally came deep inside her, he took whatever was on her clit off, so she was jerking and moving, writhing in the ropes, fighting them, when he held her in place and emptied himself inside her with a series of growls.
He stayed inside her a long moment before pulling out, and immediately smacked her clit with his open hand — over and over — while the blood finished returning, the sharp slaps sending fresh fire through her raw nerves.
“Come,” he ordered. “Keep coming. Don’t stop.”
She came again and again, each orgasm more painful and intense than the last, until she was a sobbing, shaking, completely shattered mess hanging in his ropes.
Only then did he finally ease off, his hand gentling, his touch turning almost tender as he removed the clip from her tongue, cut her down while holding her safely in his arms, and carried her toward the bed.
“Need to pee. Please.”
He made a sharp turn, walked her to the bathroom, and settled her on the toilet.
“You may want tochangeinstead of peeing,” he told her, but it was too late.
Her pee was like acid on her raw tissues, and she did exactly as he said and let her wolf burst forth.
There was no pee once she was the wolf. No mess. No pain.
It was all over, and the human felt as if she’d lost all that work. All that time.
To her extreme disappointment, nothing hurt, and she was no longer exhausted.
A night in his ropes and a morning of extreme clit torture — and having her psyche torn apart — and now it was all fuckinggone.
But the wolf was in charge now, and she was busy bumping and rubbing against the man, scent-marking him. Claiming him.
The man squatted low and looked her in the eyes. Asked if she wanted wolf food or human food, and she felt her inner human insisting they change back.
But the wolf wanted to run a little, even if it was only through the house, so she ran across the bedroom, down the steps, and back across the house before she gave up control to let the human take control again.
Tuesday shook off the effects of two changes back-to-back, her mind still reeling with everything that’d happened since she arrived. She was existing in an off-balance, wobblydissonance — being physically pristine while her psyche felt like it’d been flayed open and dragged through every torture imaginable. Thechangehad fixed the physical, but it couldn't un-remember the way she'd screamed, and it couldn't erase the cold weight of all the tools Knife had used to break her down to something far past surrender.
She desperately wanted him to put her back together, to feel his hands anchoring her back to reality, but the change had made it unnecessary.
And showing him how deeply he’d cracked her open wasn’t happening now that she was physically fine, so she locked it all away and smiled at him when he came downstairs.
Chapter 28
When Knife made it down the steps with his jeans on, a gorgeous, curvy, naked woman was pouring herself some orange juice from his fridge.
“I don’t suppose you have a waffle iron?” she asked.
“I do. How about omelets and waffles? You want steak or bacon?” He paused, considering. “Or both?”
