He drew out, leaving me struggling to breathe through my nose and trying not to move as the enjoyment faded again.
“To your elbows, Elys.”
I hesitated as my mind struggled to comprehend his order.
“Move onto your elbows, now.”
I shifted and found the silver had softened at his words. I dragged my arms up until I perched on all fours with my ass in the air and my clamped breasts dangling. The metal solidified again.
Another cold metal brushed over my crack. I recognized it as a similar rod he’d thrust inside me our first night together. More moisture built inside me as I anticipated its entrance.
Instead, he pressed it against my asshole.
I froze, caught between wanting to attempt escape and not wanting to injure myself further.
He pushed a narrow tip into the hole, and something slick guided the plug into me. A burning sensation followed from my most secret place, and a cry escaped around the gag.
Dray proved relentless. He pushed the plug in deeper until a tight, full feeling consumed me. I felt too exposed, too conquered, unable to ever return to who I was.
“That’s all of it,” he said. “That’s good. I’m going to spank you now, so you’ll remember what defying me earns you.”
I tensed while he shifted through my clothes for the belt. My skin still felt raw from the last beating, and my asshole was already burning.
The smack of the belt against my flesh bucked me forward. The plug remained buried tight and the silver balls dug the prongs into my nipples as they swung. I wanted to scream, but only a muffled huff of air escaped the gag.
Dray hit me again and again. My vision turned red, then black as I fought to remember to breathe. When I thought I’d found the edge of unconsciousness, the clack of the belt fell back to the stone floor.
His heat wafted that fire smell over me as he crouched behind me. The softer tip of his cock probed my entrance and then thrust inside. The fullness of him and the rod pulled more struggles from my tiring body.
Dray reached down and rubbed my clit. He set a fast, steady rhythm with his fingers against me, hammering into me in sync.
The draw of pain turned suddenly softer. A mounting wave stretched from my core.
“I think you’re ready now,” Dray said, but I’d stopped processing logic at all.
The metal in my mouth fell to a molten puddle on the ground.
His fingers hesitated a moment.
“Don’t stop,” I said, begged, pleaded.
He laughed. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, you,” I gasped. He restarted his motion, flicking my most sensitive place as he filled me completely and his chains teased at my nipples in unending pressure.
“I need better than that, Elys.” He turned the caress faster, bringing me to a heightened orgasm that flooded from my core to the tips of my bound fingers.
“Dray!” His name tore from my mouth. “Dray, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
He headed my words with a soft chuckle. The Reaper teased more and more pleasure from my clit, and my head swam farther and farther from logic and reality. I only knew that I needed him, and I so desperately wanted him.
Finally, I sagged in the chains. Any hint of pleasure in my body had been spent.
Dray withdrew from me and all the coiled metal dropped too. I sagged onto the ground, finally free, and finally satisfied.
Dray grabbed my forearms and pulled me to my knees. He caught a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. A smile hugged his lips.
“Let’s finish this how you started it, then.”
