“Almost coming?”
“Mmm!”
I chuckled. I knew anyway, could tell easily.
So I abused her clit some more.
Earlier, she’d showered in our rainwater and she tasted fresh, and only of her own juices. I gathered some on my palm and massaged back and forth over the lips of her pussy then higher, circling, squashing down. I stuck my tongue inside her while I pinched her swollen clit.
She was reduced to muttering groans and mangled words that sounded like the beginning of stop as she wriggled and rocked.
Laughing at her probably wasn’t registering, but I enjoyed seeing her desperate, especially when I stopped moving to watch her futilely impale her cunt on my fingers.
A few times, I stuck my cock in her and fucked her, until my own desire to come was near bursting. The last time, I withdrew, and turned her over so she presented her sex to my view...and her breasts. Everywhere I’d sucked or bitten or smacked was a blushing red.
“Don’t move,” I said, my voice low and threatening. “Not an inch.”
The switch, where I’d left it on the sofa, tempted me again. I swiped some lighter, burning lines across the underside of each breast. Her yelps from behind the gag were enticing as fuck.
“Christ, you tempt me. I’d come if I fucked you now.”
She pouted and squirmed, spreading her legs...and with her hands bound and under her. The sight of a bound woman pleading for sex never got old. Her mouth, if I took off that gag, was available for fucking too.
I narrowed my eyes. “Little bitch. God damn. You can wait.”
When she came. I would too. It was The Plan, highlighted, underlined, engraved on my brain.
Too easy to do her now, to lose myself. So I switched her thighs for tempting me. Then I ate her out again, made sure she reached to the very top in arousal, and I kept her there, panting and incoherent with the desire to go over.
I let her quieten, and did it again. In between I flipped her over and paddled her with the book, a hardback copy of The Princess Bride. It seemed apt, funny, and made her butt redder.
My hands shook. I stared at them until they settled, then sniffed in a long breath and wiped away more sweat. With my fist around my cock, I circled the sofa.
When she could see me, her gaze latched on. I was her messiah, her Bringer of Pleasure, her Beast. I’d wear all those labels proudly.
“What do you want, Kiara? Say it.”
She coughed around the gag. You came out as ooo, but I translated well.
“You want to be fucked? Where? Your ass?”
The no was quite clear and I grinned. “Okay, no more talking. But, I just put a big tick next to defiling you everywhere. Now I know I’m fucking your ass tonight.”
Her indignant hiccup, as she tried to speak, then her scowl, made my grin widen.
I’d calmed, so I put a knee on the sofa near her head and undid the gag, removed the panties, then stuffed my cock into her willing mouth for several strokes. There were liquid, squishy noises as my cock travelled deep, almost fucking down her throat. When my balls squeezed in, I pulled free and staggered back, leaving her to splutter.
My own breathing was hurried.
Preoccupied, I drifted my gaze to that poker.
No.
I swallowed, needing to distract myself from using it.
“Time to go downstairs, Kiara. Let’s see your other presents. Maybe you’ll get to come.”
Though deeply aroused, she managed an eye roll or two and stuck her tongue out at me, waggled it.
Her sense of humor was intact. So was mine.
I put my forehead to hers. “There are clamps down in the basement that fit tongues.” When her tongue was abruptly sucked back in, I winked. “Not joking.”
I pulled the cord from her neck then dragged her to her feet. The only other object I took with us to the stairs was that poker. When I dropped it down the stairwell, the clang and clatter as it bounced off the metal rungs would have awoken the dead.
Down there, held such promise.
My toes hung over the edge. I had her by the neck. She wasn’t leaving and I took a moment to think and look down through the square hole.
I’d left the lights on and they blazed in my eyes, blinding me in specks where the light flared off metal.
Shiny things were there.
And the poker now lay quiet, a straight line on the floor.
If nothing else, it reminded her, and me, of possibilities.
The hand with which I’d held the poker shook but stilled when I willed it so.
I hadn’t yet told her to speak fully and from how she’d trembled and leaned into my body as we’d walked, letting her stay silent was best. It made her terribly submissive – just how I liked her.
“Shut your eyes and don’t open them until I say. I’ll guide you.”
Her hands were locked at her back, but I could take her weight if she slipped.
She’d be fine, at least until her feet reached the floor below.
Chapter 25
Kiara
“Shut your eyes.” I hated that. Going down an unknown spiral staircase with Wolfe holding my bound wrists from below, since he’d gone first – it was fraught with danger. Despite the molten desire he had summoned with pain and pleasure... And how I remembered that.
While I sprawled on the sofa, mouth, stick, fingers, and cock, were used on me, in me, repeatedly. But I could think now. There’d been time for the stings and bruises to quieten, for all the swollen parts of me to lessen and stop crying for attention. Though I craved and hurt, I could think.
The Keppra.
The shock of realization was so great I almost opened my eyes.
But I kept going down, turning in that spiral, step after step.
The third dose of the day had been in the scotch. I hadn’t realized he intended some marathon sex session or I’d have blurted out a warning while I was still allowed to speak.
If this kept on for too long, he’d sink into his beast state.
I had to warn him.
How?
Then we reached the bottom, my feet felt the softness of rug on rock or irregular concrete. What a mammoth and insane effort it must’ve taken to create this room.
As my thoughts churned and I struggled with speaking when I was not to do so, leather curled and was fitted snugly about my neck. A buckle jingled as it was fastened. Leather was wrapped and locked about my ankles.
I shivered at the possession this signified.
“Got you,” Wolfe murmured, his voice rolling in, drawn from the abyss.
That assurance was such a turn on that more of my wetness seemed to dribble from me and onto my thigh. My knees gave way for a second. As I straightened, I inhaled, smelling him and his sweat, as well as the sweetness of near ecstasy.
He’d let me come now wouldn’t he? He’d fuck me?
With his hand gripping my neck and all the other accessories he’d applied to me, thoughts were jumbling, tumbling. Keppra. Remember?
Yes.
No more of this teasing with hands or cock or tongue, please. But I squeezed my thighs together at that memory. He’d left me writhing, wanting, throbbing.
My pussy felt ten times more swollen and sensitive than ever before. If he so much as touched me there...
He slapped his hand over my pussy and I doubled over. So close.
Then...
From behind, he lifted me and forced his cock in. Past my nothing defense in seconds. Crammed in. Fucking me in piston moves. I screamed, mouth wide. God. The pulse and the stretch of my walls.
A storm rose in an instant.
Penetrated, I could only gasp, almost soundless, but my temples beat like a drum with the rhythm of my blood. Waiting, waiting for more. Magic.
Though he held me in place, I writhed, feeling that circle of flesh clamped onto him.
“God, you feel good.” Then he sucked himself out of me.
Gone. Empty. It was a happening as
serious as the withdrawal of a sword from flesh. I sobbed and collapsed to my knees, only caught at the last moment by his hands. As my knees met rug, I barely made a bump. A second later my forehead touched.
Then he was in me again, filling me.
My throat closed. The change from nothing to everything. From denied, to his.
And he didn’t stop. The fucking went on – driving me forward, my forehead sliding, breasts swaying, and him slapping into my ass as he slammed in.
My body, my mind, reached higher, lust brimming at the very edge of eruption.
“Come.” His grunted command freed me. I tumbled into climax, mind annihilated as I strained and spasmed. Legs wide, fucked, with him coming inside me and his hard-muscled arms locked through mine and holding me...tight.
I slumped, allowed at last to spill onto the rug, sliding into a heap in spite of his cum leaking from inside me.
I was ready to sleep, to drowse, to spoon. His pain and dominance had never inhibited my arousal, it was what I needed. I saw that now.
Without it, love-making would be as ephemeral as a breeze, near worthless.
My mind made itself anew from the jigsaw pieces. Keppra, I remembered.
I tried speaking, and still couldn’t.
Blindly, I sought him. He wasn’t touching me. I heard water running before he walked over and helped me to my feet.
“Fuck, you slay me,” he grated out. “Needed to get one fuck in...”
He wrapped a hand over one breast and squeezed.
I grunted at the pain, the feel of him handling what was his.
“...before I do more.”
More?
No. He had to let me speak.
But he only kissed me, hard, then pulled me to a new part of the room, tied my hands to the ceiling, and my legs to the floor and spread wide.
I couldn’t stop him and I so needed to.
We both might die. I wished I’d told him of my deception. Wished I’d blurted the truth when he took the drinks from my hand.
I’d forgotten that once he gained momentum the need to fuck consumed him. Trembling, I flexed my hands and tested the leather surrounding my wrists. Blind, mute, and fastened in place, I feared the coming of his beast. I waited for what seemed an eternity, ticking off time with the thuds of my pulse.
“Open your eyes.”
Thank god. Maybe he’d let me speak too.
I opened my eyes. Mouth set, eyes fiercely attentive, he approached me with some wooden thing. A spear? My heart skittered. No. It wasn’t. Relief was short-lived. He carried a huge dildo with spikes, mounted on what might be a broom handle. Lube glistened on the end that was clearly meant to go inside me. As he came nearer I saw that the spikes weren’t metal and were probably painted nubs.
Still, that thing was big.
I quailed and tried to shrink away, but the cuffs held me in place.
This wasn’t nice. I shook my head, fast enough to dizzy myself. Wolfe ignored my sounds of protest and went around behind me.
As the tip of the dildo touched my entrance and began to slide in, so stiff and unyielding that my flesh could barely move aside enough to allow it access, he spoke.
Head back, mouth taut, my hands in fists to resist the pain, I listened.
“Want to see this in you. Want to fuck you too.”
He bit the angle of my neck, once, and I screeched.
I’d jammed my eyes shut, futile maybe, but instinctive.
Anything to get away from the inexorable advance, the expanding pain.
His guttural, primitive words awoke my brain. He was descending into the beast. Frantic to break something, I clutched the chain above the cuffs and pulled myself upwards until my legs were taut.
His hand slammed onto my shoulder and hauled me down and that thing he wielded rotated and tunneled into me.
No escape. Panting, I subsided, whining, letting him do this, enduring.
When he stopped, the dildo felt halfway to my heart. My pussy attempted to clench and failed. I grimaced. Gasping through jammed-together teeth, I looked down while blinking away tears and sweat.
Between my legs the butt end of the stick showed, wedged to the floor. He adjusted the length, twisting the handle.
Fuck. Speared. Trapped. With that thing in me, and the cuffs, I wasn’t going anywhere fast.
Yet he had worse. Wolfe wrapped his hands over my hips and prodded my ass with his erection – yet more proof he was changing. He could fuck for hours while like this.
Slowly, he screwed himself inside me, grunting and shunting back and forth by micro fractions as my ass relaxed enough, barely, to let him in.
Not fast enough it seemed. For the first time this night, he spilled his power into me.
Ohmigod. I sucked air and groaned as a climax stormed in, shuddering through my muscles, throwing me outside reality for crucial seconds, minutes.
When I returned to awareness, Wolfe was deep within and I rocked back and forth to the slow fucking of my ass.
Nothing could beat this.
I loved it. I hated it. I wanted him deeper, harder, even if it tore me up.
When he came, he was buried in me to the hilt and the swell of his cum compelled me to shove my ass backward as much as I could, fastened, cuffed, and impaled as I was.
Sweat slicked us both.
Our breathing and the drum of my heart filled the room.
The undoing of chains and ties, the removal of the dildo, let me fall boneless to the floor. I curled up and listened to him pacing and growling.
Words...
To get him to take the Keppra, I needed words. I had none.
Tears overflowed then trickled from my eyes.
He hauled me to my feet and over his shoulder then, like some clone of King Kong, he walked to the spiral staircase and began to climb.
Chapter 26
Wolfe
When I reached the room above, I pushed her into the wall, then pushed my cock into her again.
Her skin scintillated under my touch. Colors rose. She felt like velvet and butterflies, like summer raindrops on my tongue. Though standing, I fell, my mind tumbling endlessly.
It tripped me into a memory.
This was a part of me that I didn’t want.
I shoved away, my dick pulling from her ass, and staggered backward.
Love, nice, remember?
But she tempted me so.
I’d locked the cuffs at her back. The memory of being inside her, of coming... God. Damn.
I turned away and found myself faced with my hunting knife, stark upon the kitchen counter.
Man...
The knife... I grabbed it, spread my palm upon the counter, flat, aimed between the long bones, and nailed it there with the knife.
The pain flared through me.
For a few seconds, I collapsed to my knees, despite the drag of the blade in my hand.
Gasping, tears pouring, I pulled myself upright.
Tablets, right?
I didn’t know why I’d done this, thought she had the dose figured.
She was wrong maybe.
Her handbag was miles away. I wasn’t courageous enough to unnail my hand. I’d never regain control if I went to her again. I stretched, the pain making me pant, found her bag, and dragged it across the counter until I had it before me.
Fuck.
Forehead to the counter, I took a second.
There was blood. I knew this.
Ignore.
I gritted my teeth and pawed at her bag, found the zipped up pocket. Tablets. Punching out those took me longer than a NASA scientist plotting a moon landing but the pain helped me focus.
Done.
I stared at the tablets and stuffed two or three of them into my mouth, chewed the fucking things and swallowed them.
Then...I slumped, falling to the floor with my hand above, nailed there.
Kiara was on the other side of the room, cuffed still, hands at her back and looking weary and thoroughl
y defiled.
What had I done?
“Sorry,” I croaked.
She was Bambi in the headlights. Her legs were trembling.
“Sit,” I told her.
She shook her head violently.
“Suit yourself.” My hand was throbbing like someone had filled it full of bees and set it on fire. When she only grunted, I blinked and worked through the logic. “Talk. When you want to.”
“You’re bleeding.”
I shrugged, then regretted it as more pain tore in. “I’d never have guessed. I heal. It’s nothing.”
There was dubiousness in her tilted eyebrows and frown lines.
“Why?”
Should I say? She’d probably guessed. “To stop myself getting to you, and it cleared my head, woke me.”
Wouldn’t have worked forever though, the pain. A stab wound, I just knew I’d have shrugged it off after the sharper pain ebbed. This way, if I moved at all, there’d be new cutting, new pain.
Though I tried not to dwell on her being naked and bound only a few yards away, the vision drew me. Those plump breasts, and the pretty circles of her nipples were like targets for my mouth, my hands, my teeth. I could see teeth marks on her, red as well as faint, stippled purple.
Groaning, I ducked my head, ran my free hand over my face, peered out at her through the cage of my fingers.
Fuck. She had my cum on her legs.
The tablets would take time to work. Time. Needed time. I could pull out the knife.
No.
Blood was running down my arm.
If I stood the pain would lessen. If I stood, I might leap at her.
Before I succumbed to either the tablets or some dreadful beast rage, I said the words I should’ve said earlier, “I love you.”
Her stare of incomprehension floored me.
What else did I expect?
Chapter 27
Kiara
I sighed, exasperated, horrified, annoyed even. After he’d stabbed himself, I wasn’t sure I’d blinked for a whole minute. Like a gruesome monument, the knife stood up where he’d plunged it through his hand and into the counter. Lucky he was too stupid, as he was, to pluck out the blade.
The blood on his arm was in layers due to all the jerking about he’d done – drying, clotting, and fresh, wet blood.
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