Page 29 of Ripple Effect, Vol. 2

I don’t answer him because he’s probably right. There is a small part of me that has surrendered to all of this, that I hope is nothing more than a survival mechanism. If I enjoyed his torment for any other reason, that’d make me as sick as he is.

“You been tied up before, sweetheart? Used?”

“I’ve known a few assholes,” I answer.

“Yeah? One that still gets inside your head every time a man touches you?”

“You’re trying to get inside my head.” I won’t let him. I’ll take another pill, and he’ll fade into the blur of everything else around me.

“Did he fuck you, Dylan?”

“If answering you is part of our deal you can shove that cash right up your ass.” With one knee bent against the mattress, I kick out at him, my foot colliding with the steel wall of his body, not moving him an inch.

But the kick felt good. The hit felt exhilarating.

“Like that? That feel good, baby?” His hand slides up my thigh, and for a moment, I am transported back to the day in the apartment. And the hands on my skin, trying to pry into what innocence I had left. I strike out at him again, the next hit lower.

Each time I wait for the assault to my face, the punch in my stomach that never comes. Had it been Randy, I’d have been on the floor, but Rip merely takes each blow to his body in silence. The feeling is an adrenaline-charged release of tension.

“Don’t stop there, Englewood. Show me how badass you can be.”

His mouth crashes onto mine, parting my lips, anesthetizing me with his morphine tongue. Not a kiss, but a sampling. Like poison, it hits my veins, weakening my muscles and my lids grow heavy. Biting my lower lip, he drags it into his mouth, the sting hardly noticeable, and closes his lips over mine again, sucking the blood he’s drawn there. I bite him back. Our teeth clash in a battle of dominance, until I’m out of breath, between the belt at my throat and his mouth on mine, dazed, as the white spots settle over my eyes.

I kick him again, inciting a grunt and a groan against my lips.

I fucking love it. He takes every kick. Every bite. The pain he craves and the release of tension I need.

“Fuck me, Rip.” Between the electrical charge and the adrenaline rush, I’m ready for him to throw me on the bed and take me exactly how he wants me.

“Not yet.” There’s a smile in his voice. “I’ll fuck you when I want to fuck you.”

The heat given off by his body and the warm pants of breath at my cheek fizzle into a coldness.

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t fuck junkies. So I guess we’ll have to pick this back up when you’re sober again.”

“What? I didn’t—”

“Shhh.” He sniffs and the clamping of his mouth at my breast, behind the vibration of a frustrated groan, arches my back. The sharp bite of his teeth on my nipple recoils my muscles and I squirm to get out of his painful grip. His tongue laps the pain, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m really pissed right now, sweetheart, so let’s not make it worse with your pathetic fucking excuses. All I could think about was your wet pussy and now I have to wait for it. Know what blue balls feel like?”

I remain silent except for a roll of angry thunder crashing inside my head at his teasing.

His lips are at my ear, his hot breath dampening my throat. “You’re about to find out.”

Footsteps fade across the floor.

The buzz strikes both my pussy and ass at the same time, so powerful it jerks me forward until the belt catches me. With a long, droning moan, I writhe as the two bullets he’s inserted work in tandem, creating waves of pleasure, pulsing through my body. “Oh fuck! Oh, God!”

“Feel that, sweetheart? That urge inside of you. Building. All that pressure in your muscles to hold it together. All that excitement ready to rip you apart on the inside? That’s how I felt walking through that door tonight. I was ready to fuck you until you couldn’t see straight.”

His words, coupled to the sensations of the vibrator, have me fringing closer. I can feel the pressure he’s talking about building low in my belly. The heat ready to break free.

The vibration stops and my hips jerk in response. Waves of disappointment wash over me as my body reels from the missed climax. I sag with the sensation still buzzing inside of me, nothing but a phantom aftershock.

“That’s how I felt when I saw those fucking pills crushed all over my desk. So disappointing. Then I come up here, and I see you sprawled out on my bed.”

The vibrating starts up again, and just as before, my body ascends toward climax. Whatever those weapons of pleasure are inside of me create an intoxicating and maddening tremor and my hips circle, my ass grinding against the post. Lust beats through me like the electricity from before, and I want to ground myself, want so badly to rub the sensation away. I’m desperate to have him against me and no doubt, I’d hump his leg like a goddamn dog if he offered it. The vibrators are too much at once. I feel like an animal, a creature of need. Heat picks up in my belly and an involuntary moan leaks from my lips.

I tug and twist in my binds, desperate to get loose, to touch that place where an unrelenting ache throbs behind the buzz of torment.