Chapter 28 #2
Harrison led me to the wall, a space designed for cruelty and submission, and I was drowning in the metallic scent of leather and the terrifying sight of the equipment it contained.
My heart raced wildly, the sight filling me with a sense of dread that matched his gleeful eyes as he announced he had something special planned.
His sadistic delight sent my fear crashing like tidal waves over my trembling body.
What was he going to do? Would I survive it?
As he approached with predator-like grace, my hope dwindled to a fragile thread.
He touched the mate bite on my neck and whispered with breath hot in my ear, “You’re mine, Juliet.
And I’m going to make sure you never forget it. ”
The dim light threw shadows across the room, and the chains and straps and darkly gleaming tools loomed over me, each one whispering of the torment they were made to inflict.
I was trapped. Caught in this twisted den with no way out, each tool moved in closer as my heartbeat thundered in my ears.
Harrison reveled in it, the predator who’d caught his prey, and there was nowhere to hide from the reality that he could do anything.
That I was helpless. That every shred of safety I’d ever known was lost the moment he closed the door behind us.
He approached slowly, drinking in my terror like fine wine.
It filled him. Made him bolder. My mind raced with all the terrible things he might do, all the pain and the darkness waiting.
Panic bubbled up, a visceral thing clawing at my insides as his predatory grace closed the distance.
What would be left of me after tonight? How could I possibly endure?
He’d set the stage perfectly, and as the realization of it all crashed down on me, I felt myself begin to unravel.
He walked over and pulled the curtain back so his “observers” had a full view of what he was doing. It only added to my shame. I locked eyes with the dark-haired doctor. I saw something flicker there. Jealousy?
The air seemed to grow thicker with the scent of leather, and something darker, something primal that made my skin prickle and my breath hitch.
Harrison’s hand clamped around my wrist like a vise, dragging me toward the wall where his tools of torment hung like twisted trophies.
My heart hammered in my chest, a wild, erratic rhythm that matched the storm raging outside.
But it wasn’t fear that made my pulse race—it was something far more fucked up. Something I didn’t want to admit.
“Oh no,” I whispered, my voice trembling as he pressed a button on the control panel.
A long metal rod stretched out over my head.
Two chains with leather cuffs on the ends were attached to eyebolts.
He reached up and knocked them loose. The loud clang made me jump.
Calmly, he attached a cuff to each of my wrists.
He pressed another button, and a metal platform slid from the bottom of the wall with two eyebolts attached to similar chains and cuffs.
He tapped my ankles, so I stepped up. Within seconds, my legs were spread and cuffed to the platform that was flush with the floor.
I then heard the sound of the wall’s hydraulics as my arms were lifted above my head.
I stood completely stretched and exposed to him, front and back sides.
His claws were extended as he ran them around my middle, walking a complete circle around me. “We’re going to play extra hard tonight, Juliet,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m going to hurt you tonight. And we’re going to talk.”
He grabbed a flexible cane from the wall, the polished wood gleaming in the dim light, and I swallowed hard, my breath coming in shallow gulps.
The first strike landed with a sharp crack against my ass, and I cried out, my body jerking forward.
The sting was instant, sharp and searing, followed by a rush of heat that spread through my veins like wildfire.
My pussy clenched, wetness soaking my thighs as another strike came down, harder this time, leaving a red welt in its wake.
“That’s it,” he snarled, his voice dripping with malice and something else—something that made my knees weak. “Take it like the little whore you are.”
I moaned, the sound torn from my throat as he brought the cane down again and again, each strike a mix of agony and ecstasy. My ass was on fire, the pain a living, breathing thing that pulsed through me with every heartbeat. He stopped and ran a finger through my wetness, and I cried out.
“I had no idea you were such a pain slut, Juliet. I’ve learned so many things about you.
” He crouched down and slid his tongue across my clit, causing me to jerk against my chains.
“You’d like more of that wouldn’t you?” He stood, his breath across my lips.
His fingers rammed inside me while his thumb circled, bringing me closer to release.
“Please,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face as he abruptly pulled his fingers away.
A cruel smile split his monstrously handsome face. “I’m afraid you can’t come yet, Juliet. You see, I need some information from you first.”
I tried to still myself in the chains that bound me. “What do you want to know?” I asked.
I realized my mistake too late. In a flash, he had the cane in his hands.
The back of my thighs exploded in a flash of pain. Then he slapped my clit hard and painfully. “How are you to address me, Juliet? That’s five swats. I’ll give you ten next time.”
I was sobbing. “M-m-my lord! I’m sorry!”
He started rubbing my clit again. I was right to the point of orgasm, moaning, crying. And he stopped.
“Alright, now. I have a few questions my little cum slut.”
I could barely hold my head up to look at him. “Yes, my lord?”
“Better.” He gave an evil grin. “I need to know the name of your former Alpha. His name, and where he lives.”
Oh no, no. I was paralyzed with dread. “Please no, my lord.” Oh god. He is furious.
He picked up the cane again. He hit up and down my back between every word. “JULIET. crack! TELL. crack! YOUR. crack! ALPHA. crack! THE. crack! NAME. crack! OF. crack! YOUR. crack! FORMER. crack! MATE.”
I screamed in agony. I didn’t want to say it. I tried not to tell him, but I hurt so much. His fingers rammed inside my pussy. His tongue ran across his mate mark.
I wailed, “Bronc Baucaum! Iron Valor MC! I HATE YOU!”
Harrison laughed again, the sound dark and triumphant.
“Good little slut,” he purred, dropping the cane and stepping closer.
I could feel the heat of his body as he pressed against me, his erection pressing into my hip through the fabric of his pants.
“Now let’s see if you can take what comes next. ”
Before I could even think to protest, he was unbuckling his belt, the sound of leather sliding through the loops sending a fresh wave of heat straight to my core. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock—thick and hard and fucking massive—and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
He gripped himself with one hand, stroking slowly as he watched me squirm, his other hand gripping my hip tightly his claws extended, causing droplets of blood to form. “You’re going to take every fucking inch of me,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “And you’re going to like it.”
And then he was pushing inside me, stretching me open in one brutal thrust that had me screaming, my body arching against the restraints as he filled me completely.
He was everywhere—his hands gripping my hips, his cock pounding into me with a punishing rhythm that left no room for gentleness or mercy.
I could feel every ridge, every vein as he fucked me, his hips slamming into mine with a force that drove me closer and closer to the edge.
My pussy was soaked, clenching around him with every thrust, and I could feel the pressure building deep inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I was sure I’d shatter.
“That’s it, Juliet. There is only me,” he growled, his hands moving to grip my ass as he angled himself deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside me that made me see stars. “Come for me, Juliet. Let me feel that tight little cunt grab my cock.”
And I did. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, tearing through me with a force that left me gasping and shaking, my pussy clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. But Harrison didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, his pace never faltering as he chased his own release.
When he finally came, it was with a guttural groan that sent shivers down my spine, his cum flooding my pussy as he thrust into me one last time. He stayed like that for a moment, buried deep inside me, before pulling out with a slick sound that made my cheeks burn.
He stepped back, tucking himself back into his pants as he regarded me with a smirk. “That wasn’t so difficult now, was it?” he asked, his face held a smirk. “Just a few loose ends that need tidying up.”
And as I hung there, every inch of my body in pain, I felt the sting of my betrayal more than the sting of the cane. I wanted to die.