Break Me (Enslaved #2)

15 EMMA

“No!” I squeal.

The straps dig into my skin as I strain forward to see what he’s doing, even though I already know. The feeling of his finger swiping over my puckered hole repeatedly is as unwelcome as the rings penetrating my labia.

Dax grabs a bottle that I assume is lube and spreads my cheeks apart as he holds it over my ass and squeezes. Cold moisture runs down my crack, smearing my narrow opening.

“This will be the only place I’m touching you,” he says, sliding a finger through the moisture and circling my hole. “Your pussy will remain untouched until your new master claims you. It will almost be like you’re a virgin at that point. A cock-hungry, horny little virgin, begging to be stuffed.”

“No, no, no,” I protest, slamming my head back and whipping it from side to side as if the motion could banish his words from my ears.

“Oh, yes.” He positions a finger against my opening, and I go absolutely frantic.

“Stop!” I yell, clawing at the padded surface as I use all my strength to jerk at my legs and shove myself into the belt around my chest. But nothing gives.

Dax flashes me a sadistic, self-satisfied smile. “I’ll be the first one to take your ass.” He pushes inside. It’s just the tip of a finger, but to my frazzled mind, it feels like his whole goddamn hand.

I scream. Not because it hurts, but because I can’t take another humiliation.

“God, you’re tight.” He turns his finger a few times, awakening a whole new bunch of nerves I never knew existed. “This is just my pinkie. It’s gonna be a long way until you can take my cock.”

“No, no, no, no, no,” I wail, shaking my head. If I could, I’d slam my hands to my ears. “Stop it! I can’t take it anymore.”

“Are you sure?” he asks in a mocking tone, licks his ungloved thumb, and presses it to my clit.

I buck in the restraints as a familiar sensation bursts to life. It’s like flicking a switch. All the crazed need and desire from yesterday flare alive like it was there all along, only put on hold.

“Now, be a good little sub and come for me while I break in your virgin asshole.”

He twists his finger against my narrow walls and pushes a bit deeper. Sparks shoot through my nerves from both ends—my clit and my ass. A loud keening sound escapes me, and I don’t know if it’s more of a moan or a scream.

My need builds with insane force as he keeps pushing in, little by little. Every movement sparks a new set of nerves to life, making the sensations in my core build and build until my whole body is trembling.

Just as I’m nearing the edge, he stops and pulls his finger out. I stare at him in disbelief as he takes the glove off and steps away.

“No, not again,” I whimper in a breathy voice. “Please don’t do this to me.”

Dax goes to grab something and comes to stand at my side, his blue eyes glinting with humor. “Are you saying that you want me to stick my finger back in your ass and have you come like a little anal slut?”

“No. I—NO!” I don’t want that. Yet it’s all I need. I can’t think. I can’t form any sensible words. All I can do is lie there, trying not to look at him, trying not to beg him to use that most degrading opening.

Trevor’s voice pops into my mind, sudden and unbidden: Seriously, Emma. That’s just sick.

He said that when I asked him to tie me up. What would he say if he knew I was about to come with a finger in my ass— my captor’s finger.

“No, I don’t want that. It’s wrong and vile. I’m not that girl.”

Dax grabs my chin, forcing my attention back to him. “Yes, you are. You’re a horny little sub who wants me to stuff your ass and make you come while I do it.”

I want to wail in shame, but then he leans in, so close his eyes are all I see.

“And that makes you the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He presses his lips to my mouth. The kiss is brief and chaste, but when he pulls back, my world is reeling. Trevor is gone, and so is my shame. All that exists are those words and that kiss. And the pounding need between my legs.

Dipping a hand under my head, Dax gently lifts it and pulls a leather strap under my neck. The collar.

My breaths deepen at the feeling of the leather against my skin, and when he claims my attention with a demanding gaze as he buckles it tight, I get lost—lost in his dominance and lost in this floaty sensation he calls subspace.

He smooths my hair from my damp forehead and holds his hand there, stroking his thumb back and forth along my hairline as he presses the pump three times.

I gasp as the collar inflates against my neck, and I sink even deeper under his spell.

He leans down as he pumps three more times, making the balloon press deep into my windpipe. I almost can’t breathe, and my chest jerks up and down with the effort.

His breath fans my lips as he says, “I want you to say my name when you come, little sub. I want to hear it on your sweet lips.”

“Yes—” I lick my lips as I prepare to say his name for the first time. “Yes, Dax.”

“Good girl.” He presses another chaste kiss to my lips and moves to stand between my legs. Grabbing a new glove, he prepares to invade my most intimate opening again. Another cold dribble of lube sends a shiver through my body along with a bolt of anticipation.

He presses his finger inside with one slow, fluid motion.

“You’re already opening up to me,” he praises. “Do the piercings still hurt?”

“What?” I say, completely having forgotten about the pain. “No.”

“See, I told you.”

His words drown in a torrent of pleasure as he presses his thumb to my clit and starts moving his finger in and out, dragging it against my sensitive walls.

“Look at me,” he commands with an edge that instantly draws my attention to his demanding stare. “Come for me.”

His words are my undoing. My muscles spasm as I explode in an insane orgasm that has me screaming and bucking, clawing at the padding as my legs tense in the stirrups.

“Dax,” I moan, then scream as the torrent of pleasure rips through me. “Dax!” I repeat, the feeling of his name on my lips driving me higher.

My throat is raw, my entire body strung tight from the intensity as the last spasms roll through me. I’m heaving heavy breaths of air through my narrowed airways as I stare baffled at Dax, almost shocked.

But he’s not done. He pulls out his finger, applies more lube, and presses it back against my narrow opening. Only this time, it’s not his pinkie.

My eyes widen as I lift my head and shake it. “No, no, no,” I say slowly and intently. “It’s too big.”

“No?” He spits on his thumb and presses it back to my clit, circling with maddeningly slow motions that have fireworks crackling and exploding in my nerves. “It’s too much,” I cry, not knowing if it’s the thumb on my clit, the thick finger going into my ass, or the pressure on my throat that makes breathing a struggle even as it drives me deep into conditioned submission.

“It’s just right,” Dax counters, pressing on, eliciting a flurry of pain and pleasure that twine and twirl with each other, driving me straight onto the edge of another orgasm.

I pant so hard I go dizzy as he settles his finger deep inside me and pauses all motion. I feel like I’m balancing on a thin line, about to crash, and I have no idea whether the landing will be soft or hard. My brain is teetering on the edge of insanity, and something inside me feels like it’s about to snap as a wave of mind-numbing ecstasy hovers at the fringes. It rolls over me with an explosive force as Dax pulls his finger back and shoves it in just as he presses his thumb to my clit and starts rubbing again.

“Dax,” I cry, and I scream and moan, buck and jerk as pleasure rips through me like a tidal wave. It keeps going and going, rolling through my system with the most insane, intense pleasure I’ve ever known.

“Good little sub. You did very well,” Dax croons as he finally pulls out and removes his thumb. His words spread like a warm breeze through me, soothing my strained muscles and settling over my brain as a shield holding out all the belittlement and scorn I’ve ever heard.

Good little sub. They are the only words that exist as I drift into a peaceful, floaty darkness.