Chapter 9
NINE
DOMHNALL
I start slow, working her ass with my softest floggers, then up her back in an X pattern.
And she barely writhes or responds. This is definitely Madison.
She's far less reactive than when I had her in my last dungeon.
But things were different then, weren't they?
Mads was mostly repressed when Anna had amnesia.
I've blindfolded her, but she still looks over her shoulder at me, as if mocking me.
"Will you be done with the feathers soon, Sir?" she asks. Definitely mocking.
"Do you want to be caned?" I quip.
My cock immediately fills with blood at the thought. I was already stiff, but now? I'm fully hard at the thought of all the ways I'll be able to play with her.
What will it take for her to really give me a reaction?
Drawing blood?
She'd love that, I bet. But I can't mark the body she shares with Anna. Not without Anna's consent.
As it is, I stare at the skin of her back that's lightly pinkened from the flogger, fascinated. I don't want to look away. My breath gets shorter, and my blood starts to heat in my veins in anticipation of what comes next.
I'd say I don't know why I'm like this. But of course, I fucking do. It's not like I haven't read up on sadism. What happened to me as a teenager should have been too late to have caused it, although you never know.
But they say it's shit that happens in early childhood that makes for personality disorders. And I believe it.
Because the truth is, I always loved inflicting pain.
In brawls at school, I kept hitting after a fucker was down.
I liked the blood. I liked the way bastards got scared when they looked at me, eyes full of agony and terror, so scared I'd do more. It gave me such a goddamn rush.
I loved the way it felt when my fist hit flesh, all that fury in my body finally finding a target. A target that was allowed. Not—
All the men who used my mother at home.
I walk back to the wall of implements, my fingers gliding over the more dangerous whips and the cane that would definitely wipe that smirk off Mads's face.
But then—
My eyes land on something even more wicked. One that won't leave marks behind. At least, not when wielded by someone who knows what the fuck he's doing. Which I do. And I'd be more careful than ever, considering whose sweet flesh I'll be using it on.
I grin, my breathing uneven as I pick up the violet wand.
I slide on the standard mushroom electrode.
And the game begins.
Mads still has a tiny smile curling at the edges of her lips.
"Remember, you can safe word at any time."
I can almost feel her rolling her eyes at me from underneath the mask.
Now, it's my turn to smile.
I run the violet wand electrode down the outside of her forearm.
Her entire body jumps.
"What the fuck is that?!" she gasps.
"Do you want a safe word?" I offer again.
"No!" she cries out, her breasts heaving up and down. With fear or excitement... Or both? Goddamn, she's mirroring everything I feel.
I run the electrode lightly along the outside fullness of one breast, barely touching.
It sends her shrieking and dancing on her tiptoes.
"Motherfucker," she breathes out between her teeth.
I know it's mostly just the surprise of the sensation right now. Not any real pain.
I graze her other breast the same way, but this time, I don't get nearly as much reaction. Now that she's prepared for it.
That's no fun.
I lick my lips.
Then I run the electrode across her nipple, pressing slightly harder. The light of the electrode sparks bright with the added pressure.
Mads makes no noise this time. She just bites her bottom lip hard.
But I don't miss the jolt of her body as she hangs in the chains.
My breath shortens.
That tingling rush builds under my palms, the one that comes when I know I'm about to deliver true pain.
I skim the electrode over her nipple again. Back and forth, pressing with more intensity at each pass. Until—
She cries out.
Twists back from me.
Perfection. My nostrils flare.
I move to the other nipple. I'm more ruthless this time. I don't stop—
Not until I get a real scream out of her.
Yes.
YES.
I sigh in relief, goosebumps pricking up my legs. Fuck, I've needed this.
My cock strains. Hard. Growing long and heavy and out of the bottom of my boxers.
I set the wand down on a nearby bench and grab my remote control, hitting a button that has two more chains dropping down from the ceiling that are attached to a spreader bar with ankle cuffs, meant to suspend my beautiful Mads completely in the air.
When I grab her ankle and lift it off the ground, she flinches at the touch, and I enjoy the confusion on her face as I lift first one foot and shackle it in place, then the second.
Then I walk back to her head, brushing hair back from her ear. "Want off this ride yet?"
"But we've barely even gotten started." She's so cocky. And not nearly ready to cry yet.
I tear my shirt over my head and kick off my boxers, freeing my heavy cock.
Then I pick up the violet wand again and brush it against her bare ass that hangs so prettily in front of me.
Her ass muscles spasm and contract from the electric current.
I watch in what feels like glee as she tries to pull her thighs together—useless considering the spreader bar—because she knows exactly where I'm going next.
She's right, too.
I drag just the edge of the lighted wand's electrode across her cunt. She jerks and spasms in her chains.
And then moans, "Oh god, Donny, again."
I yank her blindfold off. "Where are my tears?"
She grins at me. "I guess you'd have to do something to actually cause pain first, wouldn't you?"
My nostrils flare. If she didn't share that body with Anna, I would leave marks on her so fast. The wand buzzes in my hand, and I drag it across her nipple again, lingering.
She tries to hold out and keep my gaze, but she finally can't help it, her face contorting in pain as she lets out a little yelp.
I immediately move the wand back to her sweet pink pussy and run it over her lips there. Her chest heaves outwards.
I move the wand underneath and run it from her ass crack to her cunt, feeling the rush that's better than any drug hit when I finally get my first true scream out of her.
I toss the wand to the bench again and step between the leg spreader. I drop one finger down to check that she's wet before dragging her hips toward me and shoving into her in one brutal stroke.
"I'm not crying yet, Donny," she gasps, lifting her head to make eye contact as I grab her waist. "You better fuck me harder than you've ever fucked me."
Having her here, arms restrained in chains, legs spread wide enough for me to take out my most animalistic fuck on her body, is beyond my dirtiest wet dream.
She's given permission. I'm already light-headed with the rush that's better than any drug, cock hard as stone.
The feeling is even higher than it's been with anyone before, because it's her.
But my beast still needs constant feeding, so I reach up and twist one of the nipples on her bouncing breasts.
She gasps, and I twist more ruthlessly. Until she screams and I see the first tears sheen her eyes. Still, they don't fall, only hover at her lashes.
Only then do I grab the remote and lower the chains, pulling my cock out of her slick cunt and stepping past the spreader bar as I bend her knees so she's kneeling on the floor in front of me. The arm chains have followed, but only enough so they keep her arms raised above her head.
I grab her jaw, and she opens wide for me, tears still only at the edges of her eyes.
"Cry for me."
She just glares at me and licks her top lip in defiant invitation.
The little—
I grab the back of her head and stuff her mouth full of my cock. She swallows me down her throat, sucking me in with so much vacuum pressure it takes everything I have to yank out of her mouth long enough to give her a breath before shoving back in again.
Again, she swallows me back down, eyes locked on me and tears still refusing to fall. No matter that I'm literally choking her with my cock.
She still thinks she's in control of this. Even with her arms bound, ankles in a spreader, and my cock down her throat.
I fuck her face a little while longer, but the tingle starts to die down no matter how good she gives head.
I only like this when tears are pouring down a girl's face. And as beautiful as Mads looks with her mouth stuffed full of me, it's not what either of us is really looking for, is it?
So I pull out of her throat one last time, chest heaving.
"Spit on it," I demand.
She grins up at me, face red, and spits on my cock.
I grab the remote and drop her wrist chains all the way down to the ground, with slack, but not because I intend to set her free.
Instead, I heft her by her waist and deposit her, ass up, on the spanking bench, clipping the slack chain at her wrists into carabineers at each side.
I undo her ankles, then glance over to make sure the purple wand is still in reach.
Stepping between her spread legs as she's bent over, I let her feel my hard cock up against her ass.
Then I run the wand down across her shoulders, enjoying the way she jerks beneath me.
"Shhh," I say, "we're both going to enjoy this."
"What are you doing?"
I line my cock up until the tip is pushing up against her sweet little asshole.
"You said you wanted to cry and fuck. So I'm claiming every part of you tonight."
"Oh, Donny," she says, looking over her shoulder back at me.
It's only then that the tear falls down her cheek.
She completely relaxes underneath me, allowing my cock to press into her back passage. I'm half startled when I break through.
Emotions I can't sort through smash me in the chest.
She turns her face forward again and lets her head drop to the padded bench. "Now make me scream."
As if waiting on her command, my cock jumps, thrusting as deep as my balls will allow.
I feel the usual elation at her grunt of pain.
But I still crave more. Along with the euphoria, I feel rushing waves of love and adoration for the woman whose body clenches around me like the tightest fucking glove.
I pull out and shove back in, then, still holding the wand, I pull halfway out and direct it underneath both our bodies.
I drive the mushroom electrode hard against my taint right below my balls.
Until we're both screaming and sobbing. Only then do I fuck her, wildly, until I spray every ounce of cum in my balls up her impossibly tight, clenching ass.