Dray’s steps moved through the room. My neck burned as I peered between my legs to watch his movements, but I only saw my own body trapped in such a vulnerable position – waiting for him.
I shifted, but the motion swung my breasts and pulled hard on the clamps. Redness puckered beneath the buds, where the prongs bit at my skin. The collar around my neck and the metal bralette still trapping my breasts rubbed at me as well.
His measured steps returned, and a hot pain smacked across my exposed ass cheeks.
I tried to pull back, but the silver at my ankles locked me in place.
A whirl caught through the air, then more pain splashed against me. Hot tears poked through my eyes and my breath rushed out, even as my heart raced with dread at the next strike.
It didn’t come. Instead, Dray slipped his hand between my legs. I gasped at the touch, so gentle compared to the previous hits, and tried to pull away.
“Nowhere to go,” he said. His fingers searched out my clit and rubbed the sensitive bud. New tingles twisted in my core, bringing back the starting waves of pleasure again.
Dray pulled away, dipping a finger into the wetness at my opening. He slipped another inside me, rubbing against my sensitive inner chamber. He spread his fingers, filling me, and I gasped again.
“Even after this night, you’ll remember who owned you, Elys.”
His hand abandoned me, and something cold replaced it. I tried to peek again, but only caught a flash of silver before he pressed it between my legs.
I tensed as something colder than ice, and almost as wide as Dray’s cock, filled me. The shock sent the pleasure away, and I twisted my hips to fight the intrusion from my body.
“That’s good, very good,” Dray said. He stepped back, and the smack of leather against my ass echoed through the room again. “Fight more.”
The hot pain on my skin and the coldness inside me conflicted. I could barely draw a breath between strikes, and each smack shook my breasts painfully, and dug the cold rod deeper into my body.
Dray proved relentless. He paused only long enough to twist the metal inside me, sending more discomfort, then he returned to the strikes until my trapped voice tried to scream and my breath turned ragged.
Something fell to the floor and the pain on my ass stopped. Dray reached over my hips to find my clit, though he kept the cold metal trapped inside me. His fingers danced against me, drawing a mix of enjoyment into the chill.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but I couldn’t stop the betrayal of my body as the desire built higher and higher in my core. My hips rocked involuntarily, searching out his touch. Dray laughed and put his other hand on my ass to steady me.
The orgasm took me, swift and sudden. My head dropped as the energy fled my body and only Dray’s shackles kept me upright.
I felt his heat behind me. He pulled the rod from my core and quickly replaced it with his cock. He ground into me, stealing my breath with each thrust. The waves of pleasure hadn’t faded and only renewed as he took me from behind.
Waves poured over me, washing away the pain and fullness and any hints of displeasure I’d harbored – for at least a few moments. Dray tensed, and his cock pulsed as he finally came, spilling himself into me.
He paused and dug deep inside me before slowly drawing out.
I dragged in a deep breath. Without the orgasm numbing the pain, my body screamed at me.
The metal around my wrists and ankles lost its solidity. The shackles fell, dropping me into a heap on the wooden floor.
I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure I even had the ability. All that remained of the Reaper’s bindings were the collar around my neck and a thin bracelet on each wrist.
Dray must have dressed before releasing me, and the metal twisted over his armor again, forming into the decorative strands crisscrossing around his uniform. He looked down at me with a twisted smile before moving to the bed against the wall.
The Reaper plucked the blanket from the mattress and flung it over one shoulder like an ornate royal cape.
“Tonight you’ll sleep wearing only my chains,” he said. He reached for the door, but looked back and winked at me before shutting it.
I let my head fall against the hard floor, cursing my damn body for betraying more than just my voice.
Chapter Four
The crack of dawn light through the door stumbled me awake. I groaned, remnants of pain littering my body. I’d clawed myself onto the bed during the night, but my ass still stung from Dray’s smacks with his belt. The ache made it impossible to sleep any way besides on my stomach, which caused my sore breasts to protest. I longed for rest, but knew I’d find little.
Dray’s steps echoed into the room, followed by the screech of the door shutting. “Time to get up. It’s a full day’s ride now.”
