Chapter 27
Sean
A Molotov cocktail of emotions explodes within me as I burst free of my binds as though they were made of spider silk.
The ropes grate against my skin but are no match for the force in which I fight against them.
They fall to the floor, the gravely bellow that rattles in my chest echoing through the concrete space as I launch myself off the table.
I wrap my one good arm around Lou’s middle and set her on the metal table so I’m the one standing between her spread knees now.
“Stop playing fucking games with me,” I snap, my face mere inches from hers. Her smile is maniacal, but she has no idea of the darkness she just unlocked. “You’re going to get so much more than you bargained for, baby.”
Her brown eyes blaze with the heat of a thousand flames, like I just promised her all the diamonds in the world. The tether holding me back frays entirely, the cords disintegrating, and that shit shreds altogether with her next words. “Bloody do it. Make me your pain slut, Sean.”
I fucking lose it. My chest heaves as I thrust a hand into her hair, roughly gripping her at the scalp. “I really want to hurt you, Louhi.”
Hurting Lou was originally a job, but then it became an obsession. She saw me for who I was, never balking, only embracing me as my dark monster held hands with hers.
Being on the other side of things in that prison changed things and made guilt swim in my gut. The danger of not being able to pull back looms large.
My inner sadist is screeching like a banshee, rattling the cage I’ve locked him inside. I had planned on keeping him tied up, but the moment Lou wrapped those binds around my limbs, it was only a matter of time before I fucking snapped.
“Alright, well, that’s never stopped you before,” she rasps as I let go of her. Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she discards it. “If I don’t like what you do, I’ll just kill you.”
Unable to stop myself, I grip her face and toss it from side to side. My fingers dig into her cheeks. “Enough talking. You’re only to open your mouth to pray for fucking mercy, Lou.”
With a shove, I release her. She catches herself with her palms on the table. “Oh, God, save me. The big, scary soldier is going to hurt me.” Her voice reaches a playful octave that fills me with the overwhelming desire to make her fucking bleed. Then, she rolls her goddamn eyes.
Motherfucking brat. I wrap my hand around the column of her porcelain neck and squeeze the sides in warning. “God won’t grant your request, baby, and now neither will I.”
The pull toward the tools behind me is undeniable. My fingers twitch with the involuntary need to reach for the items on the shelves, to inflict the maximum amount of pain and suffering.
Abandoning her, I stalk to the shelves, scanning the unlimited resources. The racks are lined with knives, scalpels, hatchets, drills, ropes, cuffs, whips, fire-breathing torches, saws, canes, pliers, chains, you fucking name it.
I use the few moments of space to try to get control of myself. It’s useless.
I’m not the least bit surprised to find that Viktor has his own version of a playpen. I’m even less surprised that he has so many items at his disposal. Ex-I was well-stocked, but it had nothing on the instruments of torture available here. The army could take some notes from the mafia.
Selecting a knife, whose sharp edge glints under the shelving lights, and the snake whip, I turn back to Lou now sitting on the table, scrutinizing me with rapt attention.
She eyes the whip warily. I’ve known since we were at Ex-I that she doesn’t have a positive relationship with this weapon. We’ll be breaking together.
Setting the whip on the metal table next to her thigh, I remove my sling. I need two hands for what I have planned. “Remember that you asked for this, baby.”
Her eyes glimmer as I hold the knife in my bum hand, but she remains silent. I grip her by the hair and drag her off the table. With her now standing naked in the middle of the room, I prowl around her like a predator.
Darkness has edged its way into my vision, threatening to consume me entirely, and I’m on the verge of succumbing.
Circling back to her front, I glance at the sharp blade in my hand, glinting under the harsh overhead lights.
Will she still love me after this? Is making her bleed for me, cry for me, hurt for me going too far?
My mind swirls with anxious thoughts, and I’m about to attempt the impossible feat of wrestling the monster back into his cage when Lou tips her chin up defiantly, staring into my eyes as she taunts me, “I dare you to cut me like a good little boy toy.”
For fuck’s sake. Her, albeit childish, method works, and whatever thread of resolve I was holding on to for dear fucking life vanishes. I’m attacking her an instant later like a rabid animal.
I drag the spine of the blade around one nipple, then the other, careful of her still-healing wounds. “Lace your fingers together behind your back. Don’t move them.”
She eagerly follows my command with a wide, feral grin on her lips.
Blood wells in the center of her rosy peaks as I press a knife to them.
When I pinch her nipple hard, she cries out as I admire the scarlet ichor dripping from her.
The sight of it sliding down her torso, leaving a beautiful bloody trail in its wake, makes me harder than marble, bordering on painful.
I want nothing more than to create a map of crimson paths and wander over the expanse of her olive skin.
I repeat the process on the other nipple, enjoying the way the thick scarlet rivulet trickles down the curve of her breast, painting the black and white scales of her snake tattoo red.
“You’re nothing but a sadist’s little whore.”
She moans, but it’s a lecherous sound, not one of agony.
“Only the dirtiest sluts would enjoy being hurt this way.” I lean in and add in a whisper, “I bet you’re so wet right now.”
Moving the blade south, I draw a small garnet x just above her clit. Since I’ve created a treasure map of crimson pathways, I needed to mark the treasure. Part of me—a large part—hopes it scars.
A lone tear trails down her pretty face as she wails in pain, making my cock swell further, and a smile touches my lips. I can tell she’s fighting the urge to unlace her hands.
After noisily tossing the knife onto the table, I pinch both nipples again, summoning more blood before spreading it over her abdomen. She screams again as I dip two fingers into the bloody x I marked on her skin, thrusting those fingers into her hot cunt.
Her weeping pussy is crying for me and grips my fingers with strong jaws. “I can’t bathe in your blood, baby, but I can absolutely fuck you in it.”
She stares me down, defiance sparkling in her gaze as she tells me in an English accent that sounds even thicker than usual, “Go on then, rearrange my intestines.”
I missed this side of Lou. A dark, depraved chuckle leaves me as I lead her by the hair over to the metal table once more, bending her back over it and spreading her legs wide.
I have no doubt that it’s an uncomfortable position for her, but that’s the idea.
She’s unlaced her hands and is now clawing the top of the table over her head—probably on purpose.
She’ll be sorry she did that in a moment.
I pull my cock free of its confinement, then drag it through her blood. When I plunge inside, her hot warmth envelops me. Fuck, she feels so good. She yells out as satisfaction tumbles through me and my chest vibrates.
Coating my hands in the blood from her breasts, I drag them down her body as she leans into my touch.
Her greedy pussy wraps itself around me, providing the most delicious resistance.
I groan at the all-consuming pleasure. Louhi whimpers beneath me, and I can’t help but sweep my blood-soaked hands over her sensitive clit.
I paint her body red as I plunge into her over and over, on the edge of my release.
Bound and determined to beat her to bliss and edge her into fucking oblivion, I thrust harder and faster. When she’s beginning to quake, I pull my hands from her, and she clamps down around me. I don’t even bother to hold myself back from spilling myself into her either.
She should know better than to defy my orders.
As I’m tucking myself away once more, she whines my name, understanding that I’m not going to allow her to come. Right now, I’m sure she’d tell me that this was the most sadistic thing I could do to her today. She’d be wrong.
The tightness in my chest that I’ve been living with for almost a week is loosening more with every passing second.
Hoisting up her bloody, sweaty form, I flip her over like a ragdoll.
“Bend over. Grip the sides of the table.”
She does as she’s asked. I find it both surprising and encouraging that I haven’t gone too far. She’s intimately acquainted with the beast that lives within me. I’m about to test the only limit she’s ever indicated that she might have.
With the side of my boot, I kick her legs out even wider than before, and a long, high-pitched moan snakes its way up her throat and out of her mouth. I press her left cheek to the tabletop and admire the crimson pools that have formed around her torso.
Her grasp on the table tightens as I pick up the snake whip, trailing the flimsy end of the whip—the popper—over her right arm so she’s sure to see it. Knees locking up, her body goes rigid, her shoulders rolling back as she takes a defensive position.
“Breathe for me,” I order. I wait until she’s taken three steadying breaths before continuing to drag the popper up, winding its way over her shoulder and down her spine.
The slight tremble of her hand against the table tells me that I’m wading into treacherous waters.
When Lou slackens against the table marginally, I go on, sliding the leather down over the globe of her ass.
While this experience is unchaining us both from our invisible shackles, I’m sure to cautiously survey her body language.
Pulling the whip back, I finally swat her with it, the fall and the popper coming down to land harshly against her backside. “You pushed me to get here. Is this what you wanted? For me to beat your ass purple?”
She whimpers as I nudge her legs closer together with my booted foot, and I pull the whip back, assaulting the backs of her thighs this time. As she cries out, I survey her face. Tears leak from her eyes, but her breathing is steady, for the most part.
I swear my cock has never been harder in my goddamn life as my veins burn with a form of adrenaline that I haven’t felt in weeks. I may have just emptied myself in her, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to take her again, as the pain I’m inflicting feeds my starving beast.
When I drag the popper over the scar on her side that a duplicate whip left behind, she sucks in a sharp breath.
“You’re taking this so fucking well, baby.” I’m proud of her for enduring this agony. She’s fighting this battle for herself and for me.
A soft moan leaves her plump lips, swollen from her cries. When I pull the whip back and let it crack over her ass even harder, I feel a visceral release taking place within me.
Wails stream from Louhi as the whip strikes her skin repeatedly. She shrieks as I land my hardest blow yet, bursting a blood vessel beneath her skin’s surface.
She’s sobbing when I scoop her into my arms—ignoring the way my shoulder shouts in pain—and set her on the table, laying her on her back.
I’m sure her backside is rioting, but there’s no pleasure here without pain.
The whip is still in my hand, and as I run it through the tacky blood that coats her skin, she makes a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt.
I roll her clit between my fingers before stepping back slightly and tapping the popper against her pussy, making her mewl.
Yanking the whip back, I let it fly against her overly sensitive pussy once, then twice.
Her body quakes against the table, and her head rolls from side to side, her fingers clawing at the smooth metal. Is she going to come like this?
I bring the whip down against her swollen, throbbing cunt one more time, this time harder than any of the previous blows. Her back arches, bowing off the table as she screams my name shrilly.
“That’s right, baby. Remind this house who you belong to.” She mewls as my fingers find her pulsing clit. I stroke it as I thrust inside her, hitting that sweet spot that makes her eyes roll toward the back of her skull. “Fall apart for me, Lou.”
She explodes around my cock, squeezing me tighter than ever before as she comes long and hard.
I fuck her through it, coaxing another detonation from her, and she shatters, her cries and nonsensical phrases bouncing off the concrete walls around us.
She chants my name like a whispered prayer as she comes down, and that’s all it takes to have me fulminate for the second time.
After what feels like an eternity, I reluctantly pull out, reaching up to stroke her stunning face. Lou took a risk by bringing me here and forcing me to face my demons, but that shit paid off in spades.
I feel like I just fought a fucking battle and came out victorious.