Shadow chuckles before giving what may be an explanation to him, but not to me. “She wanted to play. Don’t worry, she likes it. Watch her for me.” He erupts in laughter as his naked ass takes off down the hallway.
He did not leave me naked, tied up, and with a sexy as hell Smokey staring at me!
That fucker knows it is only Smokey, Rap, and me on this floor. He did this shit on purpose. It is then that I realize I’m experiencing my first humiliating moment in the world of sadomasochism. That motherfucker!
Smokey leans against the doorframe and chuckles. “I must say, little Tea, that this is a sight to behold.”
I groan. This moment hurts worse than the restraints on my limbs. “Oh, shut your cocky ass up.”
And even though this moment is well beyond embarrassing, it has an intoxicating feel to it. From the fabric pulling on my legs, to the flickering candle flame, to the sexy as shit asshole standing at my door, everything about it screams hot.
Smokey lights a cig, and strolls right into my room to take a seat right in my bedroom chair.
Oh, hell no, this is not fucking happening.
“You can take your gorgeous, blond ass right on out of here.” I try to move a finger and point towards the door. Fucking restraints!
“I don’t think so, baby. You look mighty delicious, all restrained like that.” He chuckles with his smoke hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
Shit! Why on earth do I find him so delicious? Smokey has always been sexy, but right here, right now, at this very moment, I am actually thinking about it. I can’t be having this. My father would kill me if I allowed two members of Breakneck to fuck me at one time. That fantasy will have to be thrown out the window. But shit, with him staring at me like I’m his favorite brand of whiskey, it makes me want to rethink this entire situation I am in right now.
Smokey’s eyebrows shoot up like he’s read my thoughts, and I frown.
Asshole thinks he knows what I’m thinking. Okay, maybe he does, but still.
When I’m about to lose my cool, Shadow’s naked ass strolls back into my room with a book bag hanging off his shoulder.
“She’s a sight like that. Is she not.” He chuckles to Smokey.
Smokey stands, clasps Shadow in a bro hug, and turns to take one last look before agreeing with Shadow. I want to yell, “You realize, you basically hugged it out with your brother’s naked junk all up on you, right?”
“Shut the door, would ya?” Shadow laughs.
Smokey’s laughter fills the hallway as the door closes behind him.
“I fucking hate you right now,” I murmur in a low voice.
“I told you to shut the fuck up. Let’s see what we have here in my bag of pain.” He smiles at me as the satchel falls from his shoulders. The sound as he unzips it echoes in my ears.
“Humiliation, check,” I smart off.
His hand stops moving in the open bag as his gaze flies to mine. “You fuckin’ keepin’ track now? If that’s the case, I’m really gonna lay into your ass.”
Why can’t he gag me so I will quit smarting off?
“You want me to?”
Shit! I said that out loud.
I do my best to shrug.
The most sadistic smile warps across his face. His eyes darken. A growl escapes him as he reaches into his bag of tricks and pulls out a ballgag with leather straps. The sack drops to the floor, and he stalks me like a predator would his prey.
The bed dips behind me. His strong hands squeeze my cheeks together as he forces my head to the side.
“Stick your tongue out.”
I don’t question him. In the past half hour or so, I have learned my lesson with my humiliation moment, so I do as he orders.
His head drops down, and he draws my tongue into his mouth. He sucks on it like a blow pop before his tongue dives between my lips. His tongue against mine feels like velvet. He devours me, and when I moan, he growls and bites down on my tongue. I cry out, his mouth sucking my tongue once again. He repeats this process until my mouth dries out completely, and I am left panting and gasping for air. He doesn’t let me get a breath before shoving the gag into my open mouth, running the straps around my head, and clasping them in the back.
“Your mouth is nice and dry, is it not? I imagine it feels like a desert. You feel like you’re thirsting to death, don’t you? You poor thing, I bet you’d like a glass of water right now, wouldn’t you?”
When the bed dips and he stands in front of me again, I glare at him hard.
“Now, since I’ve gagged you, darlin’, you can’t safe word. Those holes in that gag are made for you to blow through. They make a whistling sound when you do. Blow three times to safe word. If you don’t blow three times in a row, I’m going to assume it’s pleasure whistling through. Understand?” He taps his chin as my eyes trail down the ripples of his rock hard abs, all the way to his flaccid cock. How in the shit is he still soft? I’m so damn wet. Oh god, now I’m even thirstier than I was before. This is so fucked up!
“Whistle through the gag three times, Sage, so I know you understand!” he snaps at me, bringing my eyes back to his. They’re the darkest I have ever seen now. The black is invading the white of his eyes. I shiver as I blow air through the gag as he ordered.
“Mmmm…,” he murmurs as he turns to pick up the candle, now with almost an inch of hot, liquid wax sitting at the top. “This is gonna hurt, not gonna lie to you. Be ready. Breathe slowly in and out as you shift through the pain. Make sure there is enough space between the breaths so that I don’t think you’re safewording.”
I nod, because what else am I supposed to do. I can’t fucking talk. When he looms in front of me, his tall form stands so that his mouth meets my tits. His velvet tongue flicks at one nipple before he pulls back to flick it with his free hand. I moan and the gag’s whistle filters through the air. The wetness pools deeper between my thighs.
“I can smell you. Don’t fucking come until I say you can, and that is a big fucking if tonight. Your attitude has pissed me off, and seeing you with him has lit me ablaze,” he roars, his hot breath bouncing off of my skin.
So that is what this is about! He didn’t fucking want me until he saw me with my ex? That little fucking prick son of a bitch!
I jerk my head to the side and stare at the wall. Fuck him. He isn’t getting any more attention from me. A hard slap to my pussy draws my gaze back and has me crying out into the gag, and my eyes immediately water.
“Stop fucking pouting!”
I close my eyes, allowing them to clear before I reopen them. He seems appeased by this and walks around to the side of the bed and climbs up. From the corner of my eyes, I see him drop to his knees and move towards my backside, never once spilling the melted wax. “Take a breath, because it’ll be your last free one.”
Oh, god, what does that even mean?
His palm connects with my skin, and I scream against the ball in my mouth.
“I told you to take a breath. Next time, you’ll listen to me,” he drawls as his hand rains fire down on my ass cheeks.
I scream until my throat burns. I want to cry out, to ask him what in the hell he is doing, but he seems to read my mind. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m left immobile because of him.
“What? You thought you were getting the wax? You silly girl.” His sexy laugh washes over me as he stands. “Your skin is tender now,” he whispers in my ear as the molten candle spills onto my back. A scream echoes throughout the room, a scream that sounds non-human, as the scalding liquid trickles down to the globes made raw with his palm. That scream came from me, and it continues as the wax pours evenly over my delicate skin.
I want so badly to whistle three times, but he will see me as weak, and I don’t want that. I want all of him, so if I need to work myself up to his satisfaction, I will. I want this lifestyle, but more importantly, I want it with him.
My face heats and I know it is bright red as he coaxes me. “Breathe in…,” he murmurs into my ear. “Breat
he out.” I do as I am told. “Again.” My pulse slows as I repeat this process as ordered. “Good girl. You made it through a short course of wax play.”
My head drops in relief, knowing that part is over, and he tucks my hair behind my ears while his body presses against my sore backside.
“Shh… calm, breathe one more time for me, baby.”
My heart beats erratically at the softness of his tone, and I turn my head to the side to look directly into his soulless eyes. He blows out the candle and leans over to set it on my nightstand. His thumb reaches under my right eye and catches a lone tear I didn’t know was escaping down my face. Shadow gives me a moment longer to stare into his eyes before he jumps down, picks up his bag, and digs through it.
Oh god, can I have five breathing minutes, please? I want to beg and whistle, but when I see his large cock begin to harden, I realize I have no choice but to go through with this. He truly requires pain. Until this moment, I didn’t realize the extent of his need for it. This knowledge, this proof I now have, gives me the strength I need to let him move forward.
Shadow pulls out a bottle of mouthwash, twists the cap off, swishes, and then swallows it. What in the world is he doing? He strolls over to the bed, bag in one hand, mouthwash in the other. He sets the sack down on the mattress and uses his free hand to twist my nipples in his callused grip. I don’t dare scream. I absorb the pain like he wants, and as I want, too. After he is satisfied with himself, he pours the contents over my tweaked buds, and I hiss through the burning. His eyes flick to mine, and he smiles at me so warmly that it makes the searing pain fade away to nothing.
“You’re astounding me, baby. I want you to know that everything that I’m pulling out of this bag is brand new. Fear nothing. Well… fear nothing but me, of course.”
Those words cause me to whimper lightly around the gag.
He digs through the bag once again, and pulls out the strangest looking equipment I have ever seen. “This was all light. We’re going dark now.”
Oh, good god!
I look down at his cock and watch it rise as he sets up the strange machine. Fuck, he is serious! My bum is still on fire, and he wants something heavier?
“You’re about to experience edgeplay. Whistle three times if you don’t want this. Do it now.”
My eyes widen, and he waits for my decision. Do I want this? Last time, I was nearly killed, and then I remind myself that was with a complete stranger. I trust Shadow. He will harm me, but he knows his limitations, and I have an out. He has made sure of this. With determination, I nod my head once.
***
(Part Two)
Tatiana
The panic inside me does not start until he pulls out a needle. That moment is when my breathing picks up and my skin heats. I tell myself to trust him, trust that he knows what he’s doing, and trust him not to harm me in an everlasting, permanent way. The bag drops to the floor as he brings a metal clamp towards my right nipple. My eyes flick to his to get some kind of read off him. I can’t. I come up empty, and I assume he is doing that on purpose. His left hand grabs my full tit, and the metal locks down hard on my nipple. Instead of a muffled cry, I moan. This seems to appease him as he repeats the process with my other tit. Once both of my nipples are clamped with the cold metal, he picks up the needle, brings it up to my left bud, and rams it in. This time there is no moan. It is nothing but a cry as the needle rips through me.
“Ohf… gawd,” I mumble over the gag.
“One more, and then I’ll take the ballgag out of your mouth.”
I close my eyes and nod, right as the needle pierces through my other nipple. His reasoning for this is so unclear, but I know he has one.
“The little spurts of blood trickling from your delectable tits, make my cock rock-fucking solid, baby. Take a look,” he murmurs.
My eyes fly open so that I can look down. His cock is so big that I muffle a moan, and the color turns a purple hue. While I gaze at his rigid erection, he unties my ankle and grips my foot, lightly twisting it to restore circulation. Once he is satisfied, he moves to the other. I know he is not finished with me. He has barely gotten started. The wetness between my legs grows heavier with the thought of more to come.
“Okay, baby, prepare yourself. The holes in your nipples will make them more sensitive to the electric stimulation you’re about to undergo. The sore skin will heighten all of this.”
Shadow picks up two long metal pieces connected to a small box and clamps them onto my nipples. Searing pain shoots through my chest. Once they are secure, he reaches down to the box and looks at me. “It’s time to take you to a place you’ve never been before. I can’t hold my demons off any longer.” He sounds almost sad as he flips the switch. The machine sends an electric current humming through my body. I close my eyes, my moans caught and muffled behind the gag. He raises up on the bed to remove it from me, and tosses it to the floor. One hand wraps tightly around my neck as he positions his cock at the hole in my backside.
“Oh, god,” I moan as the electric current picks up speed.
“Your muscles are beginning to spasm.” He chuckles against my ear. “Unclench your ass. Oh wait, you can’t,” he hisses in my ear, as if the mere thought makes him the happiest man on earth. “My demons are about to claim this beautiful ass.”
His words scatter in my brain as I spasm, but nothing could compare to the consuming pain that scorches through me, blistering every nerve in my body, when he rams his large, hard cock inside my ass. A scream tears from my throat as my ass feels as though it is being ripped in half.
“That was the sexiest fucking sound that I have ever goddamn heard,” he growls while he thrusts into me. “I’m gonna make this hole bleed.”
My mind clouds when his hand tightens around my neck. My nerve endings are attacked from different directions. My knees quiver, and my hands wrap around the bed posts as my entire body seizes. The surface of my skin heats, and then stings. My very breath drains from my body, taking me to a place where I feel as if I am floating on thin air. My grip on the beams of my bed loosens. Black dances behind my eyelids. My eardrums pound to a steady beat, his rhythmic thrusts in perfect timing with the sounds in my ears. The thought of a feather filters through my haze, and my body slumps backward onto a soft, pillowy type cloud. The voice of an angel speaks to me as the color returns to my world.
“Shhh… you did so fucking well, Tatiana. Fuck am I proud of you. Open those beautiful blue eyes for me.”
My eyelids flutter a few times before they open. Oh. My. God. “Hi,” I croak at him. The back of his hand runs over my cheek as I gain consciousness. “That… that was… that was amazing,” I breathe, looking into his black eyes. “Did you release your demons?”
“I did,” he drawls with a sexy smirk. “That is one of the ways to properly play with asphyxiation and electric stimulation. A very dangerous combination, and your very first real edgeplay experience. A few more minutes, and I could have killed you.”
I gasp and try to sit up.
“No, baby, you’re all kinds of loose. Don’t move. Rest.” He pushes me back down and reaches over to my nightstand to grab my hand mirror. “Not one single bruise,” he says as he hands it to me.
I try to lift my arm, but it falls when it is halfway in the air. Shadow laughs, his body bouncing under mine as he holds the mirror in front of me. I can’t believe it. The skin around my neck is a slight red, but there is no blue or black. I tilt my head back and look at him. “I have no words,” I say as I wrap my hand around my neck. It is barely even tender to the touch. How in the hell did he do that? “When did you untie my hands and lay me down?”
“When you were in subspace. I must admit, Tea, I’m very pleased to learn that your mind trusts me enough for you to even go there with me.” He looks extremely satisfied with the outcome of it all, so I smile at him. “You can do better than that,” he teases me.
I can, but I am so damn sore. “I hurt,” I mumble.
His
lips press down on my forehead as he gently moves me onto the mattress, freeing his body from mine. “Close your eyes, darlin’. I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs as he gets up from the bed.
My eyes flutter for a few moments as he disappears into my bathroom, and that is the last thing I remember before succumbing to sleep.
***
Chapter Fifteen
The morning after
Tatiana
The morning light blazes through my open curtains. When I stretch, my sore muscles pull and force a yelp to escape me. I slap my hand over my mouth when I realize Shadow is still in my bed. Oh, shit. When I turn my head to look at him, he’s awake and staring at me with a look I don’t quite understand. It is blank. Great, watch him start the whole spiel of why this was a mistake. Blah, blah, and more blah. I climb out of bed as he begins to sit up. Hell no, I’m not about to get the dreaded morning after talk. I have never had one, and I don’t plan on ever having one. This fucker has turned me into a kinky one-night stand. If only I could get away with kicking him in the balls.
“Morning, darlin’,” he drawls in a sexy voice as he yawns. His stretch reveals his delicious, muscular physique.
I scramble over to my dresser, open the pajama drawer, and throw on some sweats and a tank before I turn to face him. When I do, his face is laced with that sexy smirk he is so good at doing. It makes my heart beat jump, and I hate it. I fucking hate it!
“Mornin’,” I mumble as I all but run to my bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I must look like a tragic mess, and my ass fucking hurts! He could have used some lubricant or something. Shit. And then, I remember this is what I wanted. This is what I want to teach my body. The thought of learning how many spurts of pain I can handle excites me, and I grin in the mirror as I remember the all mighty high I got last night. The feeling is addictive, and now that I think about it, I crave more of it, but I will not dare let Shadow know this. He’s about to give me the speech, and I am not humiliating myself by asking him for more of what happened last night. I’ll wait, learn more, and seek it from someone else. I need to stop this hanging on by a thread feeling he gives me. Yesterday morning, I had forgotten all about him while having breakfast with Haden. I need to have more mornings like that one.
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