He took fierce possession of her mouth. Zoe cried out as his bit down gently into her soft lower lip, sucking it and then licking the stinging bite better. He thrust his tongue into her and she eagerly accepted him. They fought for dominance, Zoe rising to his challenge. She sucked on him wishing with everything in her she could reach out and touch him as she did so.
Just as Zoe believed she was really hitting her stride, matching him lick for lick, thrust for thrust, a second, intensely painful pressure closed over her other breast causing her to cry out once again.
"There's my beautiful girl," Kieran crooned. The thin chain joining the two nipple clamps swayed, brushing Zoe's torso enticingly as it shifted the slight weight from one nub to the other.
Zoe lingered on the knife edge of too much pain. Her face twisted in dismay as she realised with her hands bound, she could not move them and stimulate herself to return to the heights of ecstasy she'd been so close to.
Twisting her body to try to see if she could ease the clamps, her torso jerked as the chain tugged her nipple. The motion caused the clip to bite down harder on her tender flesh.
"Oh, that hurts."
Kieran tsked her and climbed from the bed. He strode to his duffel. Zoe watched him warily, remaining still. The burn eased to a warm feeling, and soon a curious anticipation had her breathing hard again. Sensations blurred and she couldn't tell where the sweetness of her arousal ended and the uncomfortable ache from the clamps started.
Listening to her captor rustle through his bag, Zoe couldn't begin to imagine what he had in store for her. Her imagination was her worst enemy right now as all sorts of kinky devices played through her mind. It could only have been a minute later when he returned with two small items in his hand. They were like grape sized ball bearings.
She opened her mouth to ask him what they were, but remembered his comment about unnecessary speech and the gag. Zoe had a feeling some discussion would not be opposed by her kidnapper, but she needed to pick her battles carefully. The evident arousal and his grins proved his pleasure at having such control over her. She didn't want to try his patience. He'd clearly enjoyed watching her squirm and take the stinging pain and she didn't want to push his boundaries too far.
Kieran showed her the two items. Identical metal balls hung on a short chain, maybe an inch or two long. A small clip appeared to be attached to the top of both items. Kieran sat down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Zoe melted into the exchange, the soft sweetness of his mouth sending thrills of warm need through her.
Having already been on the knife-edge of orgasm it took very little for her blood to heat, her body to reawaken and embrace its arousal.
She cried out, jerking back quickly as he clipped one of the balls to a loop in the chain of the nipple clamps. The sudden increase of weight dragged the clamp and it squeezed her more tightly. Her jerk caused the ball to sway drunkenly from side to side. The added weight of the motions, along with gravity, pinched painfully.
"Stop it," she gasped, tears stinging her eyes. "Please, that hurts."
Instinctively Zoe moved back on the bed, but the restraints stopped her. Instead she put nearly two feet between the barbarian and herself. But he would have none of it. Kieran followed her, prowling across the mattress on hands and knees, stalking her like a large, sleek animal.
Zoe blinked the tears away, wishing she could lash out and hit him. Anger heated her, and it took her a moment to admit to herself the pain had been fleeting. The sting became swallowed by her arousal at her captivity and the darkly sensual lust pouring from this man.
Kieran hovered over her, mere inches from her naked body. Panting, Zoe found herself drowning in his gaze. He looked as if he wanted to beat her, whip her and then eat her whole. Slowly he reached out his hand, the tip of his finger flicking the shiny weight. Pain had her back arching, but he leaned down and kissed her fiercely, drinking in her cry of pain.
The press of his lips, the warmth radiating out from his body and the gentle caress of his hands along her skin almost instantly had the pain blend with the delicate excitement his touch instigated. Zoe's head spun dizzyingly, unable to keep up with the rampant desires rushing through her. He lifted his head slightly and licked her lips.
"That was delicious," Kieran purred. "Surprise and pain, mingled with such innocence. I could have come just from that sound alone. You make me so hot, my slave."
"Slave?" Zoe choked in reply, the true depth of her problems beginning to dawn.
"These are special ball bearings," Kieran ignored her question. "They are weighted balls that, while attached to those delicious clamps, will keep you from moving too suddenly or too far. The added pressure they put on your nipple when you move and jerk around will cause you serious distress. They might even damage your nipple if you get too rowdy, they could tear the sensitive skin. Think of it as a hobbling mechanism. While you're fairly still and placid it will add pressure and, over a period of time, pleasure to your nipples. Move around, try to escape or strike out at me and they will drag the clamps down to clench tighter."
"Ooh," she groaned uncomfortably as Kieran added the second weight to her other clamp. Zoe panted, breathing heavily as her nipples adjusted and became used to the extra pressure. After a moment the worst of the pain receded and she didn't feel as if someone was pulling her nipple out, stretching it to tearing point any longer.
"Look at how beautiful you are," Kieran murmured. He bent low and reached down to the floor, beyond where Zoe could see and brought out a digital camera. Standing back he took a number of shots from various angles. He paused and Zoe blushed. She figured he was done. Instead Kieran reached over to her and nudged her legs open.
Zoe resisted but Kieran gave her a searing look.
"You might not believe it, little girl, but I have been kind up until now," he warned her. "I'm not kidding about that gag, and I have much more uncomfortable methods of restraining you. I'm damn good with a rope and knots. It'd be a pleasure for me to try out some new positions where you couldn't move so much as a finger in protest. Don't fight me in this—it's not worth the discomfort it will bring for you. This is just a few raunchy photos for my own private album of captives."
Zoe felt her eyebrows rise and she shivered, feeling cold all of a sudden. How many other women had he done this to? Kidnapped, tied up and tortured erotically for his personal use? This time when Kieran pressed her legs apart with his hand she allowed him to do so. Her legs splayed open and he took picture after picture. Close ups and full body shots, everything he wanted.
"Now there's my pretty girl, what a beautiful cunt you have, I can't wait to possess it."
Feeling both painfully aroused and still scared, Zoe said nothing as he stood and returned the camera to his duffel.
Chapter Two
Zoe turned around, trying to see what it was Kieran had in store for her next. The motion was incredibly difficult as the least movement of her torso had the ball weights shifting and her nipples being pressed uncomfortably. Finally, after what felt like forever, Kieran returned to the bed.
A tube of lubricant was held in one hand, and in his other he had a black, thick bullet. First, Kieran tossed the lube on the sheets, then he climbed up onto the bed, folding his legs beneath him and sitting back on them.
"Turn around, Zoe," he commanded.
With a fearful look at the large object she slowly complied. A few gasps escaped despite her good intentions, her nipples throbbed beneath their clamps, the pain slowly melting into pleasure only to be yanked back into pain again. The heat growing in her pussy had her literally dripping with need as her body fought itself between the erotic edge separating pleasure and pain.
When she had shuffled herself around she looked over her shoulder at him and watched as he placed the bullet onto the thin mattress and picked up the lubricant again. He squeezed a large amount onto three of his fingers and rolled the slick gel around the long digits.
Zoe licked her lips nervously.
/> "Bend over, Zoe. Let me see that delightful arse of yours waving high in the air. I love how round it is, how smooth and creamy your thighs are. You're like some decadent postcard image from the past. All woman and stunningly beautiful. I'm going to make you scream."
Zoe looked from Kieran to his slick fingers and back again. He didn't need to explain any further, she had a very good idea of what he would do with them. Her pussy heated, she felt her heart rate increase. Kieran snapped out a guttural growl of impatience and carefully Zoe moved to comply.
Pushing back from the iron headboard and lowering as much as she could, she lifted her hips up, sticking her arse up as instructed.
Kieran gave her a sharp slap.
"That's for making me wait."
Zoe moaned at the sting. Truthfully, it also made her hot, the brief, tiny pain in direct contrast to the now pleasurable pressure of her nipples being so ruthlessly squeezed. She could smell her cream, the musky scent clear now her head was bent down close to her body. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by all this.
Without any other warning Kieran pressed two fingers deeply inside her arse. She groaned in complaint at the thick, deep assault. Her body struggled to open to his ravaging penetration. Kieran didn't give her any chance to acclimatise. His wet fingers scissored forcefully inside her, the pain blossoming into pleasure only to melt back into agony once again.
Panting hard, she struggled to move into a more comfortable position. Kieran had his free hand on her hips holding her in place and the dangling weights from her breasts pulled unbearably hard on her nipples when she jerked too much. Her breasts hung down from her body, she didn't dare try to wrench herself away from the reaming of her arse, terrified of his warning her teats could tear.
"Slow down!" she finally cried out. "Bloody hell, that hurts."
"I'll show you hurt, little girl," he ground out and swiftly added his third finger into her arse and pumped all three large, thick digits within her tight passage.
Zoe moaned at the full, stretched sensation of her butt being filled to utter capacity. Even with the lubricant and scissoring of his fingers the ravaging of her arse was uncomfortable and almost too much for her to bear.
Kieran's other hand slapped down on her, the sting of his palm on her already heated flesh adding more pain to the mix. She cried out, needing the release the sound could bring. Unconsciously she yanked on the restraints, only the weights on her breasts bringing her up short.
It was overwhelming. The arousal, the pain, the mixture of the two was more intense than anything she could have believed. Words failed her, only the tsunami of sensations existed in this moment.
Everything blurred. It wasn't until she realized she gasped, tears in her eyes, pleading for more she registered the thrill she felt. She thrust her arse out further, moving up into the spanking he gave her, meeting his every blow. It took her a moment to catalogue the blinding, indescribable pleasure that swamped her.
"Yes. Oh that hurts. More. Please."
The small room filled with the sound of him hitting her flesh and the cries of dangerous delight that fell from her lips. Her behind burned, the spanking now incredibly arousing and not painful at all. He pumped his fingers up her arse, stretching her wide. She couldn't believe her skin didn't split, she felt so full.
When she felt the electric thrill of his other hand on her clit she couldn't help but roar at the ecstatic relief. There was pain and a bursting fullness in her rear, and now sweet pleasure from the stimulation of her clit.
Zoe didn't know whether to laugh in delirious enjoyment or cry at the inconceivable intimacy of his ruthless penetration. He began to kiss, lick and nibble his way down her neck. He left bite marks on her skin. Again the sharp movements had the balls tugging painfully on her tits. Her arse felt ravaged, plundered.
"You think my fingers hurt," Kieran breathed against the shell of her ear like the most intimate of lovers. "But that is nothing compared with how full you'll feel from this plug, my pretty."
Zoe instinctively jerked away from the hard, almost cruel tone in his voice. She pressed up hard against the wrought iron headboard, her nipples painfully squeezed as the balls swung wildly around her torso. She gasped. The sensation was a sharp blend of tense pleasure and heightened sensitivity.
"Mmm," he murmured behind her, "maybe I'll just fuck you first. I'd love to feel that tight, tiny channel around me. But no, I don't relish the thought of this being over too quickly. I want to take my time. Wallow in every decadent moment."
With a few final strokes that had her shuddering in pleasure Kieran withdrew his fingers from her behind. The sudden hollow emptiness she felt surprised her. While the possession had been quite painful the loss of his touch was worse. She wanted those thick, long fingers back again with a dark hunger that had her stomach rolling with edgy arousal.
She knew he could bring her great satisfaction as well as monumental pain. The mixture of the two, wrapped up in his silken voice and crude, dirty talk had her body quivering. She felt the thin bed shudder as he moved.
Turning her head to watch him she wondered with equal parts excitement and trepidation what he was thinking to do now.
Kieran rummaged in his duffel for a moment before pulling out a whip-like cane. He had more lubricant, squirting the moist gel copiously over the ball shaped tip.
When he turned and came back to the slender bed she could see it wasn't really a whip. His hand closed around the grip at the base, the thickness and length similar to a baton. From the base to its tip were small ball-like objects at even spacing up the shaft.
"Anal beads," he purred.
Zoe's eyes widened as she scanned the device. While not ridiculous in size, the ball at the wand's tip was small enough she felt confident it would fit within her body. The balls increased in size the further down they were situated, the bottom one nearly terrifying. Uncomfortable under the weight of Kieran's stare, she shifted uneasily at the thought of how the beads would fit up her arse.
Entranced by the sight, she realized even the first bead was far thicker than the man's finger. Suddenly, she didn't feel quite so confident.
"Arse up again, love," he commanded.
Zoe shifted on the thin mattress, not at all sure she wanted to feel the rod up her butt. Kieran slapped her naked cheek, the sting heating her flesh again. She met his gaze. He made a small motion with his chin. Impatience shimmered around him.
Part of her, a wicked, sinful aspect of her psyche she'd never met before wanted to push him, to see what he'd really do if she forced him. She hastily subdued the impulse and bent over, lifting her rear high into the air in preparation for him.
Tingles raced up her spine as she felt Kieran's large, warm hand settle on her cheeks. His fingers spread her open, exposing her hole to the cool air.
"There are few things on this earth as beautiful as a woman about to get her arse reamed," Kieran said.
Zoe lifted her gaze and their eyes clashed, searing through her every defense.
Kieran lowered his gaze to her bottom. As if she'd been released from the bonds of his fierce intent she, too, could now look around. The slick head of the toy moved closer until she could feel it press at her puckered anus. The muscles resisted his possession, clamped tightly shut, barring passage to the foreign object.
His breaths came harder and faster, his gaze riveted to his actions. She could feel the pressure as he bore down, forcing the wet bead into her body.
"Open for me," he gasped, his voice thick with need and husky. "You know I'll take what I want if you don't chose to give it to me."
Zoe's heart hammered. Her nipples ached deliciously and she wished she could see the ball push against her arsehole. A thousand nerves lit up as he massaged her back opening. Her breaths came faster now. She felt her sphincter relax.
The first bead entered her body. The pressure was intense, the possession alien and raw, but she could not deny the fire that ached up her spine. She would be lying if she
said it wasn't erotic and powerfully intimate.
With a flick of his wrist, Kieran screwed the wand around. The twisting sensation had the air rushing out of her lungs, the hot move feeling wonderful. Nerves sang their praise of the new pressure and juices pooled hotly at her pussy lips. Instinctively she lowered her hands to try and stimulate her nipples, the hard peaks begging for their own attention, but the restraints kept her from being able to follow through.
"Now, now," Kieran murmured. "This is my party, I don't want you coming too quickly. But since you so obviously love the attention…"
Zoe groaned in painful delight as he pushed the next ball into her arse. Slightly larger, it wasn't the increased girth of the knob that sent shivers over her, but the fact its insertion pushed the first ball farther up her channel. Now with two balls inside, they caressed over twice the nerves and seemed to exponentially increase her pleasure.
"Oh, Kieran…I…please…" she panted.
"Not quite, but soon," he crooned.
Zoe struggled to catch her breath. Twisting and turning the wand he played her like a master. Each time she could feel her stomach roll with impending lust he would press somewhere to make her feel the sharp fullness of her bottom being possessed by multiple little balls.
Once, he reached down and flicked the weights attached to her nipples, the stimulation painful, causing her to cry out in mingled enticing agony. Over and over she could feel herself slipping a little closer to her peak, but it always hovered out of reach.
Zoe's world had narrowed to the thin bed, and this large, wicked man. His hot breath brushed over the base of her spine. She cracked her eyes open and she turned to look behind at him. He reached a hand between her spread thighs and stroked his thumb deliciously over her clit.
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