Page 37 of Trapped Truth

“Cat got your tongue?” Blaine swirls his hips in a wide arc.

“Screw you,” I manage between breaths.

Deadly black ice crystallises over his onyx orbs. “What was that?”

“You’re taunting me!”

“Ah, ah. You’re breaking the rules now.”

I can’t help but cry out when he withdraws from me, leaning to reach over my shaking body to grasp the panties. He quickly undoes the knots, and my arms slump onto the bed, released by the elastic cuffs.

“I warned you to keep quiet.” Blaine tuts, sitting back on his haunches. “I don’t need anyone else interrupting this moment for me because of your noises. I’ve waited long enough.”

Sharply grabbing my hair, he tugs to hold me still.

“Mouth open.”

“My m-mouth?”

“I said I’d gag you. Did you think it was an idle threat?”

I watch his smirk through wide eyes as Blaine stuffs the balled-up material past my lips, effectively gagging me. It’s uncomfortable, but at least I put clean underwear on before I climbed into bed.

“Better.” He nods. “Next time I give you an instruction, follow it.”

Clasping my hips, Blaine gives no warning before he deftly flips my body on the mattress. I land face-first in the bedsheets, my back curved in a perfect bend when he pulls my bare ass up high.

Fiery prickles spread when a hand crashes into the right cheek as if in greeting. I’m almost bent in half in a doggy position, giving him the freedom to crack both cheeks in rapid succession.

“Break the rules again, and I’ll spank this perfect ass until you can’t sit down for a week.”

The makeshift gag muffles my cries as Blaine quickly spreads my thighs then sails back into my cunt at a new angle. He overwhelms every part of me, burying himself to the hilt without warning.

As his pace increases, icy pinpoints explore the scars over my back. His touch is freezing despite being featherlight. Bent like this, he can see my whole back. All the times I was pinned, stripped and punished with a whip for failing my master.

I know the vertical lines are there even if I can’t see them. I’ve caught enough glimpses of tight pink slashes across my skin in the mirror to know what they look like. I want to feel insecure, but Blaine’s touch is tender despite the chill.

He doesn’t say a word while pulsing into me, a single fingertip tracing the paths of cruelty that travel from each old mark to the next. Scars that almost match his own.

He doesn’t need to say anything. I know he understands the story behind each slash, the price paid to endure. It’s a steep bill we’ve both footed multiple times over. If anyone understands, it’s him.

So I clutch a pillow, lock my teeth around the gag and let him drink his fill of a part of me I hate being studied. Each pound of his cock shakes my bones, but I willingly take every hit. He seems determined to beat some kind of acceptance into me with his body alone.

“This is the only touch you ever have to experience from now on,” he huffs out behind me. “Not pain or cruelty. No punishments. Anyone who dares to mark this skin will find themselves without eyes to see the consequences of their actions.”

When he takes a handful of my hair and pulls to form a makeshift leash, the delicious burst of painful pleasure makes impact in my centre. Ribbons of heat spiral outward, causing my body to tremble even harder.

Too focused on the fire racing over my scalp, I jolt in shock at the feel of him pushing my cheeks apart to glide a finger over my asshole. It circles my tight ring of muscle, spreading me farther open.

There’s a wet sound, then moisture lands directly over my rear and drips between the globes of my ass, spread by Blaine’s thumb. I’m not sure how much more abuse the gag can take. It’s a struggle not to scream behind it.

“The annoying pup has been bragging about being the first to take this hole soon,” Blaine says sourly. “I rather think I’ll enjoy denying him that honour.”

With his saliva slicked around, tears prick my eyes when a driving force pushes into my ass. His finger moves fast, darting inside then pulling out. On the next thrust, he enters a little deeper, soothing the initial sting.

“You’re tight, but I know you can take me, sweetheart. If you don’t want to, shake your head now.”

In return, I use my bent position to rock backward, pushing on his hand encouragingly. The finger inside me joins the driving weight of his cock still rowing forward, causing me to see stars.