Now or never.
I channeled all my strength into the place my wrist met the wall. Muscles burned as I jerked them forward, attempting to break the hold on my body.
Nothing. The metal pulled on my wrists, but didn’t even groan with the force of my struggles.
I opened my eyes and ground my teeth. I twisted my hands as much as I could in the restraints, and the edges of the cuffs dug into my skin. Each tug against the cuffs bounced my trapped nipples more painfully in the clamps, spiraling pain through my chest, as my breasts caught tight in the silver bralette.
“That’s right.” Dray’s voice caught me off guard. Though I couldn’t forget his presence, I hadn’t expected commentary on my escape attempt. “I like it when you fight.”
I ceased the struggles and bit my lip. As expected, I’d made things worse. I heaved for breath from both the fight and the swatch of panic tightening my chest. Dray watched until I calmed, a smile slapped on his face.
“That’s done, then.” He moved against me, cupping my breasts again, and pressing his hardness into my stomach. “Now I’ll take my prize.”
Dray’s silver chains obeyed him as he knocked my feet aside, eliminating the little balance I’d kept the weight off my arms. Pain locked up my shoulders and soft tingles danced through my fingertips as the blood flow slowed.
He stepped into the hollowed space. The curve of his neck brushed my face. Wine, smoke, and flames rolled off his body and consumed me from the inside out. He twisted one finger into the collar he’d woven around my neck and pulled it enough to make me fight for my next breath.
Dray shifted, then the smooth head of his cock probed against me. I held my breath, waiting for him.
“Ah,” he looked down for a moment, where our bodies shared the barest of touches. “You’ve not hated everything about the night.”
A wicked smile curved his lips, then Dray thrust his hips, slipping his cock inside of the wetness of my core, filling me with an unexpected suddenness.
I gasped, an audible gush of air escaping my lips. He didn’t wait, instead drawing back to thrust into me again. The stretching worsened as he found a deeper angle, forcing his entire length into me.
Dray titled the collar and forced my face up to his.
“That’s right.” His lips brushed the side of my jaw. “Take it all.”
He found a rhythm, pushing in and out of me, holding the collar enough for me to breathe with a little struggle. Each rocking motion swung my breasts against the silver bralette and the clamps pulled at my nipples. My fingers numbed and my mind screamed that this was akin to torture.
But my body didn’t care.
Beneath the pulls of pain and panic at my minimal oxygen, I felt the warmth as I grew wetter for him. Each sharp thrust that stretched me more also pushed my mind and body farther apart, confusing the pain for pleasure.
Dray released the collar and leaned into me, digging the clamps and metal deeper. He dragged his hands beneath my ass and lifted my feet from the floor. The position changed the angle, allowing the swelling of my clit to rub against him with each thrust.
A growing wave of pleasure consumed me.
“Can’t stop it now, can you?” he asked, but logic faded behind the need. Nerves spiraled desire through me, drowning away the minute discomfort, or perhaps building the flames along with the pain.
He thrust harder, claiming me with his cock, until the wave crest and a sweet relief of organism rocked my body.
I shook against him, still trapped tight inside me, and he pressed into me harder.
When the pleasure began to fade, Dray dropped my ass and drew out. He remained rock hard. He hadn’t come yet.
The thought filled me with dread, followed by shame at my enjoyment. He’d promised to make me come over and over again. I’d hoped he’d lacked the self-control to fulfill that promise.
Dray grabbed my wrists. The metal bolting me into the wall – the ones I’d tried to break moments ago – melted as though made from wax. The Reaper turned me to face the wall and drew me back.
He bent me forward, with my ass sticking out toward the sparse room.
The metal filaments around my wrist dug into the wall again, this time at waist height, leaving me bent over. New shackles wrapped around my ankles and secured them against the floor.
“Better, Elys?” he asked, and I didn’t know if my name on his lips promised heaven or hell.
He chuckled at his own words.
