Unbearable

by Alaska Angelini

  “Let me cut you. Not deep, just enough to see you bleed. I want it, slave. I want you.”

  I massaged my lips back into hers, slipping my tongue in for the briefest moment to taste her. With my hand still on her throat, I continued to flex my fingers, weakening her air supply.

  Diane broke from my mouth, gasping for oxygen, delicious sounds pouring from her as her head turned away. I knew she wouldn’t verbally agree to the cutting, but I’d do it anyway. If she denied me, I’d go from there.

  My lips traveled to her jaw and I used my thumb to hold her face down further to the side. With my other hand, I slapped her inner thigh. She spread them even wider, doing exactly as I had wanted. But I didn’t stop. I struck the soft skin again, digging my nails in and gripping the flesh. Her hips rotated, pumping her pussy against me, driving me on.

  “Cut for cut,” she breathed out, pushing against my fingers to try to turn back to me. I blinked, wondering if I had heard her right or if the song was fucking with my unstable mind. My head lifted from the top of her neck and I brought her face back to mine.

  “What did you say?” Anger was there, warping my words despite the fact that I was intrigued. Tempted.

  “If I have to bear your sins, you’ll wear mine, too. Only way I’m letting you get anywhere near me with a blade.”

  One of my eyebrows rose. “I don’t think you have much of a choice. If I want to carve my name across your lower stomach, like I intend, I will.” Shit. That wasn’t what I had wanted to do at all. My entire name? What I loved to hear slaves say, right there on her skin? I ground into her at the thought.

  Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she appeared to get a grip on herself. “You’re getting a deal, if you ask me. Master for Diane. I have one less letter than you. You’d be stupid not to take the opportunity while I present it. I doubt it’ll come around again.”

  My head shook. How had she conquered the terror I’d instilled so efficiently, enough to dare to challenge me? I wanted control back. “I said I was going to do to it anyway. How am I getting a deal by letting your name mark my body? Yours will be six feet under in a matter of weeks anyway, if you have your way. I have no plans to die any time soon.”

  “Last chance.” Her tone lowered, as did her lids while my fingers moved closer to her entrance. I was fucking well intrigued.

  “I think you just want to stab me. How can I trust you with a weapon?”

  She swallowed hard, licking her full lips. “I’d much prefer to stab myself, but we both know you won’t let that happen. I’d get satisfaction in making you wear my name for the rest of your damn days for making me suffer like you have.”

  Suffer…I almost smiled. “You fucking love it, slave. You were meant for darkness.” Meant for me. “You go first. If you cut too deep or do something stupid, remember that I have you last, and I don’t plan on letting you die any time soon. You’ll pay in the most painful way there is. Every inch of your skin will carry my permanent marks.”

  I let my threat sink in as I tried to assess her expression. Was she going to try to seriously harm me? Possibly. So, why was I consenting to this? I’d never in my wildest fucking dreams let this stupid thought cross my mind. Not even in a fantasy. Yet, here I was, unclasping the buckles around her wrists. Handing her the scalpel as if she were the one in control.

  The blade came to rest in her lap as her hands hesitantly reached to my stomach, pushing the slacks down to rest low on my hips. I could feel her shaking as she left her fingers pressed against me.

  “Do it.” I grabbed the length of her hair, jerking her head back so she had to look up at me. “You watch how deep you cut. One wrong move on your part, accidental or not, will come with consequences you won’t be able to take.”

  Blindly, she reached for the tool, raising it to hover next to the hand she still had at my stomach. My heart roared in my ears, overpowering the music as I watched and waited for her to make the wrong move. If I died because of this, it’d be my own fault. Death didn’t scare me, but I was responsible for so many others.

  I let go, allowing her face to move forward. Deep, slow breaths left my nose. Control in stressful situations, I thrived in. Pain, I didn’t seek out, but it didn’t necessarily bother me either.

  A struggle swept across her lovely features and I waited, letting her process her next move. Pain flared as she pushed, sweeping her hand down what felt like a good three inches in length. The shock registered at the size, but I blocked it out, not breaking my concentration. My jaw clenched at the fiery pain and it only increased as her movement shifted into an arch, finalizing the D. The I and A were fast, slashing movements. Not once did I lower my guard as she finished the N and started on the E.

  The name was big, taking up the entire length of my lower stomach. Blood trickled down into the lining of my slacks. With no boxers or briefs, it traveled over the base of my cock, soaked up by the material that covered my thighs. She did well, but I’d somehow known she would.

  “Oh my God.” Her eyes shot up to mine, disbelief clearly etched in the lines that furrowed her brow. Her head shook and my hand shot out to her chest, pushing her back over the arch. The scalpel fell as if it had burned her.

  “No getting cold feet now. It’s done.” I picked up the blade, pushing the flat sides across my chest, wiping the blood over me. Slowly, I pointed it to her, watching the hand she held to her mouth, fisted from the evident fear. “Your turn.”

  Her eyes followed the scalpel, growing wider as I brought it to her skin. She appeared too still, I wasn’t even sure she was breathing. Maybe she wasn’t. I didn’t wait to find out as my adrenaline led my hand down and blood pushed over the blade. A moan nearly came from my mouth while I stared, fascinated at my most secret fantasy came to life before me.

  As my hand worked its way lower, I threw glances up to my slave. Her lids were heavy as she made little sounds from the pain. My thumb brushed over her clit as I continued, changing the pitch and tone of her voice. Shit. I took my time, building her up. Taking in the one thing I knew I’d never get again.

  “You’re doing great. Almost finished.” Her body was trembling and I knew it was from a mix of the pain and pleasure. My finger slid into her pussy, her channel hugging tightly as I pushed in further, deeper, just like I was doing with the blade. If my cock could ache anymore… God, even though the blood obscured the letters now, I could see it. The raised edge of sliced flesh branding both of us. The different style of our lettering. I wanted Diane more than anything, in our moment. And it was ours. Something only the two of us would share between each other. No one could take it away. What we’d have scarred on our skin would be for life. It’d link us together forever.

  Master. Diane. Blood ran free, just like it seeped from both of our hearts from the damage we’d been through. And it would remain forever, laced with the memories we both tried to escape.

  I dropped the scalpel and dove to cover her body, crushing my mouth into hers with more passion than brutality. My hands cupped her face and I surged my tongue past her lips, drinking her in, wanting to memorize every little single detail of this night.

  “Master.” Fingers bit into my back and I pulled her up, leading her back to the stocks.

  “In.”

  Without hesitation, she placed her feet through the bottom and inserted her head and hands to rest on the thick wood as I held up the top. The moment she was secured, I came around the front, crouching to kiss her mouth again. A reward for her obedience, but something so much more. No words could explain what I was feeling. The only way I knew how to show it was with the one thing I didn’t give to anyone. Intimacy.

  Slowly, I rose and walked backwards, not turning my back on her. My tools rested along the wall and I scanned each one carefully. The cat o’nine tails had me reaching forward, running my fingers over the braided strands and ending on the knots that were close to the bottom. It would be perfect. To say I was pushing it was an understatement, but I had no doubt my slave was ex
actly where I wanted her. After I got finished fucking her, the cat and I were going to bring her over the edge, right into the Holy Grail of my dream.

  “Ready yourself.” I spoke as I walked back over, just to let her hear my voice. I wanted her alert. Aware.

  Wetness greeted my finger as I traced it over her pussy, giving her ass a hard slap as I breached the entrance. She tightened around me and I slid even deeper. The need to feel her against me had me taking the rest of my clothes off. The entire time I kept up with the spankings, not letting her skin get a break as I changed locations.

  I continued to tease her with the steady thrusts, sliding one finger in, just to add another. Keeping her surprised. Keeping her mind going.

  My hand came down hard and it had her crying out. The pain had been constant now for a while. It was building. It wouldn’t take me long to get her to where it was going. Now, to keep her adrenaline coming…

  Heat embraced the tip of my cock as I removed my finger and began inching my cock inside of her. I automatically lowered, draping my body over hers, basking in the warmth of her marks. My hand reached forward, gripping her hair as I buried myself deep inside. The scream turned into a moan as she tried to rock her hips back against me.

  Whack!

  I connected with her thigh as I stayed pressed to her, clutching to the handle of the cat like it was a life vest. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to use it. Couldn’t stop seeing my name on her skin. Everything was running together, twisting itself in my mind.

  “I don’t want this to end, slave. I want us to stay in this room forever.” The lack of control I had over my mouth was going to get me into trouble. I knew it, but I couldn’t stop. “Tell me you like what I give you.”

  “I do, Master. I…God,” she cried out.

  The declaration left me wanting to please her even more. Keep her wanting me for as long as I could. “You get to come once. One time, that’s it. You ready?”

  I brought my fingers to her slit, rubbing over the top so it would stimulate her clit. The tightening around my thickness caused my eyes to close. I lifted a little, pulling back on her folds with my fingertips, then slowly circling as I fucked her faster.

  “Come on, baby, keep pushing it away. That’s right.” My pace increased, loving how she was edging. Holding that shit off so it’d be more powerful when she did come. My chest rose and I gripped her hips, repeatedly slamming into her with everything I had.

  “Master!” The spasms that followed had her jerking beneath me. With the stocks restraining her, she was going nowhere fast.

  “Good girl,” I said, letting the cat o’nine caress her back. The marks were going to be glorious. So fucking red and welted. But they’d be on the front. Not on her back where I was fantasizing at the moment.

  “I’m about to make this the best fucking night of your life, slave. God, you’re going to give me what I want and with it, I’m going to gift you with something all subs long for.

  Faster, I increased the speed. Harder, until I knew she couldn’t take much more of the pull against her prison. My cock swelled and I didn’t hold back for a second. I withdrew, watching as my cum shot across her ass, each wave sending me jolts of euphoria.

  “Son of a…” I breathed through the lack of oxygen that was burning my lungs. My legs were shaking as I pulled back and wiped my cum from her reddened flesh with a cloth from the counter. The second she rose, I wrapped my arm around her, watching her head sway to the side. Our special moment was almost there. Would be soon.

  The walk to the hanging cuffs was almost impossible for her. She was already so out of it. Resting her head on me with such trust that it boggled my mind, yet…made my heart beat faster.

  “Lift your hands.”

  They rose sluggishly, almost appearing heavy. As I strapped her in, Diane’s eyes blinked slowly. It wasn’t going to take much.

  My hand cupped her pussy, my other arm wrapping around her waist to pull and hold her to me. I began rubbing over the wetness from her previous orgasm, teasing her, but not for long. I left the warmth, spanking her ass, repeatedly. The pain was critical. It had to be there. The more, the better.

  I moved to her thighs. First, one, and then the other, continuously adding to the stimulation. She let out cries, flinching and jerking at the contact.

  “You like that, baby?” I slapped her again, trying to ignore how she’d turned from slave to baby in my mind. Dammit, I was growing way too attached. “Answer me,” I ground out. My finger slid back in and I pounded it inside, enough to have her writhing against me.

  “Answer the question. You like this?” My hand slapped her cheek in quick succession. Not hard, but enough to get her attention.

  “Yes, Master. I love it.”

  At her words, I let go, watching her swing and try to get her footing. The cat had been clenched in my hand, never leaving my mind. I reared back, letting the strands connect with the front of her thigh. The gasp had her eyes flying open and she sobbed the moment she caught her breath. I struck the other leg, not waiting as I stepped forward, poking my finger into her ribs, and then doing the other side. She moved inward at the first touch, but didn’t draw back at the second.

  My cock was already hard again. The need to make our fucking longer this time, draw it out, battled with my ultimate fantasy. I pushed it away. Sex could come at another time. This was important. A once in a lifetime dream I wasn’t going to shy away from. After tonight, I’d have to withdraw. Distance myself from the one woman who left me conflicted with my outlook on life. Who made me question what I could actually have.

  I brought my hand back again, the cat wrapping around her outer thigh, making her skin glow even under the strobe light. It drove me to the other side and my mouth parted as her features tightened and twisted at the initial pain. I swung wide, letting it hit her ass. Once. Twice. Three times. Her reactions were slowing. Her face becoming lax as her endorphins kicked in.

  “Ah!” Diane cried out, slow, delayed as I began spanking and squeezing my fingers into her ass after every blow.

  “That’s right, baby. Feel it. Fucking let it take you over completely.” I spun her, watching the chain twist as her feet stumbled and tried to plant. The cat sprawled out across the other side of her ass and the crying was a more mumbled sound than actual sobs. My arm wrapped around her stomach and I thrust my fingers back in her pussy, building her up all over again. For what seemed like forever, I repeated the process. Watching. Taking in every second.

  Deep, heavy breaths left her breasts heaving and I pulled at her nipple, working my way down. When my finger poked into her rips, she didn’t move. But I didn’t stop. My nails raked into her chest and I waited. Nothing. When her head rolled to the side, a smile pulled at my lips.

  “Oh, slave.” I pushed back her hair, cupping her face, and turning it back to me. Her full lips were parted, her eyes opening wide at the movement, lost as they rolled to the side. She blinked heavily and my heart all but stopped as my smile pulled back enough to expose my teeth. I’d done it. Actually fucking pushed her over the edge, right into a supposed hallucinogenic world of her own. Happy. Yes, she was feeling the ultimate high, and it was all because of me.

  “Welcome to subspace, baby.”

  Chapter 10

  Diane

  Whispering and wetness drew me from the dark recesses of heavy unconsciousness, pulling me to the surface from some unknown dream that I couldn’t remember. Tingling mingled with soreness and I almost wanted to moan from the blissful state of mind that I began floating into.

  “Perhaps if you stayed, you’d like it here. I could take care of you. I think I’d like having you around.”

  The whisper was so low, I almost wasn’t sure I was hearing the words correctly. I knew it was Master. The deepness of his voice brought my body back to life, causing me to get aroused all over again. But the admission didn’t make any more sense than the tenderness that laced his tone. I felt the content mood retreat as my guard came up.


  The night’s events barreled back and I felt my body jerk at the memories. Before I could process them completely, wetness slid over my stomach. The stinging had my eyes flying open. Fire raced over the wound and I cried out, feeling his hand shove into my chest to keep me lying down.

  “Shh. I’m just cleaning you, slave. You’re okay. I’m going to take good care of you.”

  I was okay? Take care of me? He assured me as if he were rescuing or healing me from some vicious attack instead of being the one who’d done the cutting and bruising.

  The pressure between my breasts eased and I relaxed, taking in the dim surroundings. We were still in the basement and I was lying on the bed I’d seen in the far corner. Large iron posts rose to meet a metal canopy that rested above. My lids closed, still heavy from sleep. Cautiously, I let myself think. Everything seemed to blur together when it came to the cuffs. I barely recalled being carried to the bed. But…there were other things. Like being caressed with the lightest touch that put me at ease. Up and down, it traveled the length of my arm, soothingly. And the whispering... surely, I had to have imagined the majority of that part. The colors that swirled and captivated me as Master stroked my arm couldn’t have been real. There was no way I could rely on anything he’d said. For all I knew, it could have been my own thoughts. Was my mind still warped? Maybe…

  I forced my lids back open, remembering what I had thought I had heard when I first awoke. He wanted to keep me, or so he’d said. It was enough to put me into panic mode. If he wanted to keep me, he wouldn’t let me die. And even if I wanted to live, that meant I could never leave.

  Blue eyes briefly met mine before I jumped at the ointment he smeared over the letters. My previous concerns disappeared as a new one came to light. Our signatures on each other’s skin. Fuck, we’d branded each other. God, had that been real? I wanted to groan, and yet, I couldn’t deny the part of me that got all warm and excited, remembering back. What did it look like? Would I be appalled at the sight? Would I like it? I cleared my throat, pushing the questions away. I couldn’t think about that now. He had been right. I wasn’t going to be here much longer to bask in them anyway. I almost couldn’t swallow. There was that flame again, growing brighter — one that was getting harder to eliminate by the day.