Chapter 44
Louhi
The howl that erupts from my lungs is otherworldly, bordering on animalistic. It’s a visceral release that has my soul threatening to abandon my body.
As Sean tightens the pliers moderately, my piercing shriek bounces off the walls, echoing through the room loudly enough that I’m surprised Honey Eyes, or worse my brother, don’t burst in here.
Viktor should know better. When he releases the clamp, my chest heaves as residual pain—laced with the barest undercurrent of pleasure—continues to pulse through me.
Resting my head against my arm, I find the strength to crack open my eyes to see Sean sloping toward me to lap at my clit as he continues to finger me.
His eyes flick to mine, and spots of blackness cover his vision like the shadowy craters of the moon. Observing this transformation as he summons the dark part of himself will never grow old. He’s thriving on my pain, and I find that incredibly arousing.
A lot of my favorite things in life happen when the monster within Sean makes an appearance. Let me dance in that darkness.
He needs this, and I’ll admit to myself that I do, too. I whimper when his rough, hot tongue makes contact with my over-sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Shh, let me make it better before I break you again.”
Bloody fuck.
The veins in his neck are protruding, practically pulsing in time with my own heartbeat as he keeps me on the cusp of falling into indescribable oblivion. Just as I’m about to catapult over that edge, he braces the metal jaws of misery around my clit once again.
Just like the last round, I don’t recognize the shattering, shrill sound that fulminates from my throat, filling the room and assaulting my own ears as I come apart.
“The sweet screams you give me are a song I’ll never forget the words to.”
The pliers loosen, releasing their holdfast, and my chest sags with a squall from my lungs. When my blurry vision recedes, I’m met with the black shadows clouding Sean’s entire aura.
Observing me, he smirks, fingering me with long, languid strokes meant to put me back on the edge. An extended moan snakes up my throat, begging for more.
“Use that pretty mouth of yours to form words, baby.”
I whimper, and my words are barely more than a whispered puff of air. “More…I need…more.”
“Is your brain empty for me? Or is that pretty little head of yours still spinning with thoughts?”
Only of how good this feels.
There’s a sliver of grey matter at the back of my skull still focused on my brother.
It’d be nearly impossible not to consider what Mercer plans to do and how reckless it will be, but I don’t tell Sean that.
I’d rather see what he has up his sleeve next, so I dip my chin in a barely perceptible nod.
Luckily, he chooses not to chastise me for not voicing my affirmation.
Leaning forward, he sucks my clit into his mouth softly, almost reverently, soothing the ache left by the pliers, the gesture at odds with the pain he just doled out.
He gently licks me a few more times before rising to his full height, trailing a hand over my heated skin as he moves to stand behind me.
“Do you want your arms down, Lou?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe, knowing that I’m still supposed to “use my words” or whatever. He groans in delight at my choice of reply.
Turns out, you can take the man out of the army, but you can’t take the army out of the man.
Just as I roll my eyes at the words leaving my lips, a cruel lash lands against my arse.
“I know you’re not daring to be disrespectful.”
I crane my neck to scowl at him because my entire personality is irreverent, and the bastard bloody well knows that.
Fortunately—perhaps unfortunately—he ignores me, the rattling of my chains my only indication that he’s freeing me. There’s suddenly slack in the fetter, and my shoulders sag in bitter relief. Regrettably, it’s not quite the freedom I was looking for.
With Sean’s front flush with my back, he maneuvers my arms so that my chained wrists are around his neck now.
I’m still growing accustomed to my new position when Sean begins fondling my breasts, jostling the clothespins and chain as he does, heightening the existent pain and pleasure dynamic.
“Do you want to come for me again?”
“Yes…”
The moment my confirmation floats from my lips breathlessly, he reaches down to clamp the pliers sharply around my abused clit at the same time he roughly yanks off the clothespins attached to my poor, aching nipples.
I cry out as my body spasms, and if my legs weren’t bound, I’d probably break an ankle from the violent tremors wracking my body as I erupt like a volcano that’s been dormant for centuries. The release is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Tears streak down my face as my mind goes totally black and vacant. Slick, salty perspiration covers my skin, my eyes having found a new home at the back of my skull.
I’m broken in the most brilliant way.
“Fucking incredible,” Sean murmurs behind me, his voice filled with awe, as though he just spotted one of the seven wonders of the world. My head nestled between his neck and shoulder lolls as I groan.
Once I’ve somewhat regained my composure, he carefully moves my arms—still begrudgingly chained—to my lap, and I slump, my chin dropping to my chest. When his steadying, warm body disappears, I watch in my periphery as he moves to the box against the wall, swapping his pliers for a knife.
When he returns, he slices through the ropes binding my legs to the stool. I sigh in relief.
Keen exhaustion is nipping at my heels like a starved dog. Sean chuckles, drawing my attention to him as he brushes some of my hair from my face tenderly. His gaze is shrouded in darkness, though, and his smirk is dastardly as he taunts, “You can’t possibly think I was done with you already?”
Horror, arousal, trepidation, and excitement all spark inside my brain like firecrackers. Summoning every ounce of stamina I possess, I level him with my best bring it on, mate expression, which is very much contrary to how I actually feel.
Jeesus Kristus, this is torture.
He helps me onto unsteady feet before carefully spinning me around and draping me over the stool, so that my stomach is resting on the flat seat. Sean kneels in front of me, fastening the chains binding my wrists to the bottom rung.
Stepping behind me, he kicks my feet out wide, and I’m essentially in the same shape as the stool. The sound of gentle movement, a rustling of fabric, reaches me. Then, his rough, warm hands skate up the backs of my thighs, over the globes of my arse, and up my spine, leaving tingles in their wake.
The fire in my belly reignites, glowing brighter as my body flickers to life once again. When Sean thrusts into me from behind, a long, guttural moan leaves my lips.
His powerful drives rock me forward, and when he reaches up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my head back, I shriek.
Oh, fuck. He pistons in and out of me, the angle just right to keep me teetering on the edge, and I whimper.
“It feels so fucking good when your cunt bites me, baby.”
All conscious thoughts other than the intense pleasure I’m being subjected to are erased from my mind. My body feels alive, my nervous system going bloody haywire.
Tears fill my vision as I stare at the wall ahead, Sean continuing to plunge into me aggressively, jostling the stool and making my feet arch as my hands fist the wooden rungs.
I thrash as a wet finger prods at the entrance to my arse before I attempt to relax for him as his finger penetrates me, making me cry out. Vittu.
Unintelligible sounds and words stream from my lips as I pant through the onslaught of sensations threatening to make me combust.
I’m right there, so close, and I fall off the ledge the moment Sean’s deep command floats through the room on a grey cloud. “Shatter for me, Lou. I know damn well that you can give me another one, and I won’t come until you do. Stop fighting it and let go.”
My blood is fizzing, tiny bubbles trickling through me as bliss envelops my senses. Giving up all control, my body convulses and my cunt spasms around him. I’m unfettered, flying higher and freer than ever before. I’m not just seeing stars; I’m seeing the whole fucking solar system.
I’m utterly spent, depleted, used, and perhaps I’ve never felt more enraptured in all my life. Sean delivered exactly what I desired.
No, not what I desired; what I needed.