Tormented

by EM BROWN

  So bloody good.

  She did her best to go and up down his shaft without the aid of her hands. Reaching through the cage, he fisted his hand into her braids and pushed her against his crotch. She started gagging, so he pulled back.

  When presented with the opportunity to walk out the door without losing out on the money she could have earned from the Scarlet Auction, she had opted to stay. As much as he wanted to think it was because of him, it was because she had more work to do for her undercover project. That was what motivated her. Not money. Not him.

  Upset, he shoved her back onto his cock, forcing her to deep throat him. He kept her there for several seconds, her nose tickling his pubes, before pulling her off him. She started to cough.

  He could offer to go light on her punishment if she told him everything, but he wouldn’t be able to confirm whether or not she withheld anything. He went through all that she might have heard or recorded and wondered if she had tried to access his email the times she’d had his mobile. But his email required a password.

  “Make me come in five minutes if you don’t want more bastinado,” he said.

  He released her hair, making her do all the work. She went to town on his cock, slurping and sucking with vigor. He pulled off his tank and closed his eyes, enjoying every amazing second. Deciding to toy with her a little, he backed away. She had to press her face to the bars of the cage to get at his cock.

  “Please, Master, can I have your cock?” she begged. “I want it so bad. You taste soooo good. I’ve got to have your cock.”

  Even though he knew she was acting the part, his vanity smiled. She looked almost like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Holding the base of his cock, he guided it into her eager mouth. She sucked him till her cheeks caved inward. He helped her by fisting his hand into her hair once more, pushing and pulling. She gagged from time to time, drooling a little at the corners of her lips.

  He bucked his hips. She couldn’t quite keep up, but he was too close to coming.

  His cum blasted from him, overflowing her mouth as she tried to come off him to prevent his semen from accidentally shooting down the wrong pipe. Ecstasy quivered from his head to his toes.

  “Every drop, pet,” he said as the last of his cum spurted from him.

  She swallowed what she could and tried to lick what had come out of her mouth as well as his shaft, smearing some of his seed on the sides of her face in her effort. She couldn’t reach the drops on her thighs, so he scooped them up with his finger and had her clean off his digit.

  “Um,” she said when she was done.

  She was fucking amazing.

  And in that moment, there was no fucking way he was returning her to Jake.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Her cheeks were sore from the blow job, her arms were sore from being bound behind her for so long, but making him come had only aroused her further. Kimani had tried her best to get herself off, but the confines of the cage provided her nothing. The clip on her clit drew all her attention there, mocking her with its consistent kiss of her pleasure bud. She had tried rubbing her legs together, hoping that the movement of the clip would be enough to send her into orgasm, but she had only succeeded in accidentally disengaging the clip.

  “That was bloody great,” Ben breathed.

  “Thank you for your cock, Master,” she said, glad that she was no longer alone.

  He hadn’t been gone for more than an hour and a half, but the time had passed so slowly. During that time, she vacillated from anger to resentment, from frustration to longing, from betrayal to arousal. Never before had she felt so many conflicting emotions at once, nor felt so lost. It was crazy of her to agree to go into a session of BDSM with no safe words. After all that Ben had done to her, how could she trust him?

  Strangely, she did. And she couldn’t say why. Just some gut feeling deep down. Her mind couldn’t rationalize it. She could keep telling herself that what she did was about finding a way to return safely back to the cabin, in Ben’s protection, and keeping the scoop alive. That what she did had nothing to do with him.

  But it wouldn’t be true.

  She wanted more of him. And she wanted to be his, his in whatever ways he would have her,

  Her gaze met his through the bars, and she wished she knew what was he thinking. The look he gave her made her hopeful that maybe he was having second thoughts about returning her to Jake.

  He pulled up his sweats, then opened the cage and helped her out. He removed the clips from her nipples and massaged a breast. Lowering his head, he captured a nipple in his mouth. She gasped loudly. Her nipple was so tender from the clip, she wasn’t sure if she wanted the attention. But then his hand was between her thighs, and she decided she would suffer anything if he would make her come.

  He bit and sucked her nipple while his fondling made her whimper. Moving off her nipple, he kissed his way up to her lips. When his mouth claimed hers, she couldn’t have been happier. She loved the way he kissed her. Always deliberate. Whether all-consuming or laser focused, his kisses invigorated even while they made her insides melt.

  “Why’d you decide to stay?” he murmured against her lips.

  “I don’t know. I hope I don’t live to regret it.” She pulled back to look into his eyes. “Will I?”

  “It depends.”

  “On what?”

  He searched her eyes as much as she searched his. “Why don’t you tell me the reason you’re here.”

  “Because...oooh.”

  His fingers had curled inside her, stroking the nerves there.

  “I really don’t know,” she whimpered.

  “I think you do.”

  “Because I agreed to do a week.”

  “That’s a bullshit answer.”

  Pleasure fluttered through her with his caressing.

  “What do you want me to say then?” she said. “You. You’re the reason, Master. I can’t get enough of you.”

  To her surprise, he seemed upset by that. Withdrawing his fingers, he turned her around and undid the rope binding her arms.

  Had she set him off? She had thought he would like her answer!

  He retied the rope, binding her wrists in front of her this time. She liked the look of the rope against her skin. He pulled her wrists up and bent her arms so that her hands rested behind her head. He then wrapped the rope across her upper arms and face, fitting the rope between her lips to form a gag.

  “Don’t patronize me with falsehoods,” he told her when he was done.

  Retrieving more rope, he bound her chest next, putting her breasts in a cage of rope, which he then looped through rings dangling from the ceiling. After securing the top of her body, he wrapped another cord of rope about the top of her thigh. He looped the rope though another ring and hoisted her leg into the air. He secured the end of the rope around her lower thigh before repeating the process on the other leg.

  When he was done, she was suspended in the air in a cradle of rope.

  He went to the sideboard. She hoped he came back with the SONA or Womanizer. But what he held was a wand that came to a point.

  Turning it on, he touched the tip to her underarm.

  Her body jerked at the zap of electricity. Oh no. This wasn’t good.

  He touched the wand to her inner thigh.

  Shit!

  The wand zapped her breast next. She screamed into her rope gag.

  She braced herself before each zap, yelping and crying each time the intense static sparked against her body. It even sounded as bad as it felt. He touched the zapper to her rib, her butt, then back to her arms and legs. Even though she had nowhere to go, her body wriggled and writhed. When he was done raining the electricity upon her, she was panting, praying for it to be over. He gave her one final zap on the underside of her foot before putting it away.

  Motherfucker!

  If she could kill him right now, she would seriously consider doing it.

  Except that he had returned with a magic wand.
Turning it on, he put it to her clit and pussy. Delicious vibrations made her forget the bite of the zapper. He cradled the wand at her clit while he finger-fucked her with the same hand. It was wonderful. Fan-fucking-tastic.

  Please let me come. Please don’t let it be a setup for orgasm denial.

  Part of her didn’t want to give in to the beautiful sensations for fear that he would leave her bereft.

  “Permission to come,” she said through her gag, hoping he understood her.

  He didn’t respond.

  “Please,” she begged as her body rode the wave higher. “Please.”

  Oh no. She was going to come no matter what.

  “Please, please, please!”

  “Come,” he ordered.

  And with that, her body went into convulsions. Rapture exploded, blossoming to her head, out through her body. She was and wasn’t in her body, occupying some other dimension of pleasure. Of the most amazing, most decadent bliss. When he pulled out his fingers, wetness streamed from her. She almost sobbed from the relief and joy of it all.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  As her head had no support, Ben released her from the suspension bondage. If he knew Kimani to be more experienced in rope bondage, he would have left her tied up longer. He once had a Japanese sub who could balance herself from a single-point suspension wrapped about her hips.

  After unwrapping all the rope, he carried her to the bed. She was tired, but he was going to wrest another orgasm out of her before he was done. He settled himself between her legs and licked her folds. Her scent sent the blood coursing to his groin.

  She purred softly as his tongue worked her clit. He feasted on her till her wetness dripped down onto the bed and she dug her hands into the bedsheet. As he continued the cunnilingus, he inserted his fingers into her sodden heat and drew out the moisture to transfer it to her anus.

  “Wait!” she gasped when he put a digit to her puckered opening.

  “Did you forget you told me to fuck your arse?”

  “I did?”

  “You said something along the lines of how nice and tight your arse is, ready to be stretched by your Master. And you’re right: I did want your arse the instant I saw it.”

  “Oh,” was all she said, but she remembered.

  “Don’t worry,” he soothed. “You liked it before, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, but it hurt the first time I tried it.”

  “I’m willing to bet you’re going to be a fan.”

  “I hope so.”

  He was rather touched that she was willing to give it a try with him. He flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled a pillow beneath her to prop her arse in the air, then went to grab some lubricant and a vibrator. Turning on the vibrator, he placed it in her hand and had her hold it to her clit. After kicking off his sweatpants, he rubbed the lube all over his cock. His balls were boiling with excitement. Her arse was going to be the pièce de résistance.

  Settling behind her, he pressed the tip of his cock to her opening. The small hole resisted when he pushed.

  “Relax,” he said, rubbing her lower back and massaging her buttocks with his free hand.

  Holding himself, he allowed the vibrator to heat up her arousal before he pressed the head of his cock into her. His breath caught as he watched her arse swallow the crown. She gave a shaky gasp when the head popped into her fully.

  The tightness was more marvelous than he had thought possible. Her rectum contracted, trying to push out the unnatural intrusion, which only made it feel more amazing. He poured more lube onto his cock before sinking farther.

  “Oh, Jesus,” she groaned. “May I come?”

  “Anytime, pet.”

  She pressed vibrator against herself and came with a cry. The contractions rippled over his cock. He wanted so badly to shove his entire length into her, but he waited till he thought she was ready. He slid more of himself into her.

  “Oh, my God, my God,” she murmured.

  Little by little, he managed to bury his entire shaft inside her arse. The feel of her buttocks against his pelvis was beautiful. He could stay here forever.

  Reaching beneath her, he switched the vibrator up a notch. When she started to moan again, he slowly withdrew his cock and slowly pushed back in. Maybe one of these days he would be able to thrust into her with all his strength. He found himself eager for that day.

  “You’re going to come for me again, pet,” he told her.

  “Un-hunh,” she murmured.

  She flexed about his cock, threatening his forbearance, but he paced himself until he sensed her next climax nearing. He dared to thrust quicker and a little harder. It seemed she got louder.

  He could fuck her arse all day long, he decided. How could he have considered giving her back to Jake? There was no way he was going to let another man near an arse as fine as this.

  Her words became incoherent and built into a scream as her orgasm broke over her, sending her into spasms. Unable to resist any further, he pumped himself deep until he unloaded into her, draining himself into the most exquisite rapture to ever take hold of his body.

  How the hell was he going to be able to give this up?

  SOMETIME IN THE MIDDLE of the night, Ben moved Kimani into his bedroom. In the morning, instead of getting out of bed early to do his tai chi chuan, he stayed in bed with her, enjoying the soothing sound of her breathing. He had woken with a hard-on and wanted nothing more than to reach over and make love to her, but he let her sleep. She had been through a lot.

  The ringing of his mobile caused her to stir. Grabbing his phone, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The call was from Jason.

  “You coming back anytime soon?” his cousin asked.

  “Haven’t decided. Why?”

  “Oh, well, it’s Jake. He was doing some erotic asphyxiation thing on Claire, and she passed out. I thought since you’re pretty deep into stuff like that, maybe you could show Jake how it’s done.”

  “Is she okay now?”

  “Yeah, yeah, she’s totally fine. She’s with the other women. They’re doing each other’s nails. But I think she’s, like, kinda scared.”

  “We’ll be back today. Text me if Jake tries anything else.”

  Shit. After last night, his desire to go back to the cabin had fallen to zero.

  There was a knock on the door. “Ben?”

  He opened the door to find Kimani wrapped in the bedsheet. Given how much time she had spent naked before him, her modesty was quaint.

  “Everything okay?” she asked.

  “Jake’s being stupid,” he told her. “We should head back to the cabin today.”

  “What happened?”

  “According to Jason, Jake was fooling around with asphyxiation, and Claire passed out.”

  “Jesus! Is she okay? Did they call an ambulance?”

  “I think she’s okay, but we should see for ourselves.”

  “I’ll get dressed right away.”

  He didn’t want her to get dressed. He wanted her to take care of his wood and to drown himself in her magnificence. But he could see she was concerned about Claire.

  After taking a quick shower and jacking off to relieve the tension, he got dressed and found Kimani in the living room wearing a skirt and top they had purchased at the Weaverville thrift shop.

  “Would it be okay if I gave one of these dresses to Claire?” Kimani asked.

  “All the clothes are yours to do with as you want.”

  While he had Bataar make arrangements for his jet to fly them to Weaverville, he made a quick breakfast of cooked eggs and orange juice for Kimani. A little over an hour later, they were aboard the Embraer Legacy.

  “I’m going with this time,” Bataar declared, settling into a seat.

  “You are? Great!” Kimani exclaimed.

  Ben wasn’t as thrilled. He had hoped that he could get Kimani to straddle him and ride his cock.

  But he allowed Bataar to come. Maybe Jake
was a looser cannon than he had thought. Kimani had been right. Whether willfully or through idiocy, Jake could hurt someone.

  Shortly after they were in the air, Kimani got up to use the bathroom. Ben decided to follow her.

  “What are you—” she started when he closed the bathroom door behind him.

  He responded by stepping into her till she backed up against the counter, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, and pulling her into a voracious kiss. She resisted for the first few seconds but eventually gave in. He smothered her lips with his mouth. The taste of her was finer than the fare at any Michelin star restaurant.

  After several minutes of devouring her mouth, he reached between her thighs.

  At that, she tried to separate from him.

  “You’re not trying to— Bataar is out there,” she objected.

  “He’s sitting in the front of the plane,” he replied, shoving his hand where it wanted to be. “You a member of the mile-high club?”

  “No!” She tried to push his hand away.

  “You’re going to be.”

  “The flight’s not even that long!”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll have you coming in twenty minutes or less.”

  She scowled at his stubbornness but made no further objections for the time being. Her skirt was inconveniently long, so he yanked it down her hips, along with her underwear. He kissed the parts he had bared: her belly, her hips, and, turning her around, her arse. He caressed her rump with his hands while he nipped and bit the lovely half spheres. As he did so, his fingers found her clit.

  “I still think...”

  But her words turned into a moan. She shivered. He fondled her nub till it became engorged and wetness seeped from her slit. Rising, he undid his shorts and pulled out his cock.

  “We shouldn’t. We’re going to make too much noise.”

  He recalled how loud she had screamed last night when he’d penetrated her arse.

  “You scream all you want, babe. I’ll take care of the noise,” he told her, positioning his cock below her arse and rubbing it along her pussy lips.