Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
He places a plush sphere into my hand. “Squeeze.” I do, and the ball squeaks like a dog toy.
“Squeeze this three times, and I’ll stop.” He waits for me to nod, then adds the finishing touch of plugs in my ears.
When he’s done, I can’t see, and I can’t hear. I flex my free hand in the bindings, reaching for something. Proof of the world beyond this dark, silent place.
His hand at my hip steadies me, and I know he’s chosen something particularly wicked to begin with.
A line of fire blazes across both globes of my ass.
My hand clenches, but I don’t squeeze the toy.
Another stripe across my sit spots. A third below that.
I strain, but I can’t hear anything. Not that it’d be a mercy to hear the implement whistling through the air or cracking on my flesh, but at least it would be something to focus on other than the throbbing stripes on my buttocks and the backs of my thighs.
Another stroke and subsequent sting. A fifth slanting over the rest. My rear is a fiery mass, each caned line pulsing in echoing waves.
I dangle, half dancing in my high heels, twisting this way and that. The flogger comes to bite my breasts, and I drop the ball.
Sweat rolls down my chest, beading between my breasts. I can smell the animal scent of me.
And I can smell the cool winter wind of Victor.
He leans into me, returning the ball to my hand. I squeeze it once to prove that I’m still with him.
His lips caress mine. Cool mint, a bite of pine. I sigh.
Then the nipple clamps come. And more flogging on my back. I lean from side to side, shifting my weight in the small increments I’m allowed by the spreader bar and the bindings on my wrists. I turn my head, but the blindfold lets in no light, no shapes, and the earplugs allow no sound.
I can only feel.
A crop on my pussy.
A paddle on my ass.
A tightening of the nipple clamps so they pinch with a sharper bite.
Victor’s fingers trail over the marks he made, and I can only imagine his satisfied expression.
The shield on my clit trembles to life, buzzing in rising surges. I rock to tiptoe, fighting to close my legs and get more stimulation.
Victor strokes my inner thighs, taunting me.
I moan around the gag. The sound is worlds away.
He presses on the shield, giving me the pressure I need. All the agony in my body rushes in fiery rivulets toward the beautiful feeling in my pussy. As my core contracts, the bright red burn turns to gold.
His breath caresses my face, and I can sense him murmuring, “Beautiful. Bellissima. Good girl.”
He unplugs my ears and gives me water.
“Had enough?”
I shake my head. The smarting lines on my backside and the sting in my nipples have faded to nothing. The pain is no longer enough to balance the excruciating sweetness of my climax.
I don’t know what I have to prove. Why I always want more.
But Victor does, and he answers my unspoken questions. “You need it to hurt. You like to earn it.”
“Yes. Give it to me.”
“I will, beautiful one. I will.”
And he lays into me harder than before. He never replaced the earplugs, so I hear each swish and crack. The strokes come faster, merging from one into the other until I have no time to brace for them. So I surrender to them and welcome the pain. I want it. I need it. It burns like a cleansing fire, and I’m caught in the crucible and reborn.
A hand at my hip steadies me again. Slowly, Victor draws out the plug in my ass and pumps it back in. At first, I tense, but there’s no fighting it. My body relaxes, accepting the strange sensation. When he pulls it out all the way, I clench, seeking the dark stimulation.
I don’t have long to miss it. He sets his cock at my gaping hole and presses in. He’s slick with lube, but the stretch still burns. Any desire to be filled is replaced by panic at the blunt intrusion.
“Breathe, Lula,” he growls. I suck in oxygen, feeling dizzy, and he wedges himself deeper into my ass. His arm snakes around my midriff to press on the buzzing vibrator over my clit.
And I cum, hard and long, my muscles seizing and clamping on his cock.
He curses and mutters something long and intent in his native tongue. Slowly, he eases out of me, giving me a hint of relief before pushing back in. He’s gentle, and the device on my clit doesn’t block my pussy, so he’s free to press his fingers inside me. I clench around them, gripping them like a lifeline as the burn in my bottom flares into something new, something disturbingly like pleasure.