Chapter 25
Grace
Iscream and scream until I’m lightheaded from lack of air.
Pain lances through my most sensitive parts as if thousands of needles stab into me, the sensation so overwhelming I barely register the other shocks.
My body jerks, muscles clenching involuntarily as electricity courses through me.
It’s agonizing, yet a prickle of arousal accompanies the pain.
Not enough to block it out but enough to keep it from being pure torture, especially when Master finally enters me.
I’ve wanted this for so long, but now I can’t even enjoy it because the pain is too much.
My vision is blurred with tears as I seek Master’s gaze, trying to convey my plea through my eyes alone.
Master takes pity on me and lowers the shock intensity. It still hurts, and I cry and choke on saliva flooding my mouth, but at least now I can feel more than pain, like the pleasure building with every stroke inside my spasming body.
“Such a good Doll,” he praises, then groans as my muscles convulse around his cock, gripping him so tightly he has to stop thrusting. “Fuck, Grace! Yes!”
The sound of my name on his lips makes every second of the stabbing agony worth it.
Master’s earlier tension seems gone. He’s back to his usual self, focused entirely on me.
I love the intensity he watches me with, how he studies my expression and my body’s responses.
He knows me better than I know myself, knows exactly how much I can take and when it’s too much.
My body truly belongs to him, and so do my heart and soul and all other parts of me.
“Fuck. You definitely deserve to come,” Master says in between irregular thrusts. I cry out with relief when he removes the clamp from my clit, then moan when he strokes it. The pain fades as I focus on his touch, my mind slipping into that place where the real world no longer matters.
Master keeps fucking me, his forceful thrusts jerking me against the restraints, his deft fingers pushing me up and up until I feel like I’m going to shatter from the sheer intensity of the sensations.
Then he thrusts deep and stills, his body tensing as he fills me with his cum.
That image finally pushes me over the edge.
Static fills my mind as I come, eyes rolling back and limbs locking as pleasure surges through me.
“Fuck, Grace,” Mikhail moans as he slumps over me. His hips twitch in time with the shocks still running through me like he feels them as well, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “Jesus fucking Christ, Doll,” he sighs. “I’m never leaving your cunt again.”
I want to tell him I’d love nothing more, even if it’s not exactly practical, but the metal ring holding my mouth open turns my answer into a whimper.
“Damn, I love the sounds you make. You take pain so well, Doll. No talking,” he warns as he removes the gag. “I just want to hear you cry.”
Ramping up the shock intensity again, he crouches between my legs.
I can’t see him, but I can feel his smoldering gaze on my pussy, which should be absolutely mortifying, yet it only makes me feel beautiful.
“You look amazing with my cum seeping out of your cunt, Doll. Fucking riveting.” Running his fingers through the mess between my legs, he rubs my clit again.
I cry out, my flesh too sensitive from the shocks and from the previous orgasm, but Master doesn’t care.
“You’ll give me more, Doll,” he says fervently.
“So much more. You’re going to give me every single piece of yourself. ”
“I’m…yours…Master…” I manage to say between cries and whimpers, then cry out when there’s a sharp tug on the clamps on my nipples.
Master narrows his eyes. “What did I say about talking?” he challenges, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. Dangerous and oh so erotic.
“I’m sorry,” I can’t help but tease, knowing I did the right thing when he tugs on the wires attached to my nipples again, sending delicious stabs of pain through my breasts.
“Such a brat,” Master murmurs, the corners of his mouth twitching in a suppressed smile, a smile I put there. “And here I thought I had a nice, obedient Doll on my hands. I guess I’ll have to train you more.”
Not actually wanting to end up in more pain, I hold back a reply.
Some of it is pleasurable, but when it’s too much, everything else fades, and all I can do is cry, scream, and beg for what feels like forever.
True to his word, Master relishes my cries, standing by my side as I sob and fight my way through the pain.
He’s always done that but this time, it’s different.
When we finally learned each other’s names, something shifted between us.
Or maybe it was always there and we’re just letting ourselves acknowledge it.
He’s no longer just my trainer or a temporary Master.
He’s my Master, my Mikhail, and I have a feeling he will move heaven and earth to ensure we aren’t separated.
I consider asking if he’s found a way to keep me despite his uncle’s objections, but decide against it.
If we truly only have the last few days together, I want to live them out holding on to my hope, not mourning our limited time.
I barely notice the shocks stop, my body too wired to calm even after they end.
I do, however, notice Master loosening my restraints and removing the last wires before scooping me up into his arms, murmuring words of praise the entire time.
With gentle care, he washes me, the hot water doing wonders for my aching muscles.
When I reach for the soap to wash him in return, he swats my hand away.
“Not today, Doll. Grace,” he adds, rolling my name on his tongue as if savoring it.
Too tired to do anything, I just smile and hope it conveys all of my emotions. “Mikhail,” I whisper. Like him, I enjoy the sound of his name and, even more so, the ability to say it out loud because somehow I know he won’t punish me for it. Things truly have changed.
“We’re going to need new rules,” he replies with a chuckle, his arm tightening around me as he dries me off.
I’d really love to do at least something myself, but my limbs are currently overcooked spaghetti, and the rest of me isn’t faring much better.
Besides, I love the way he takes care of me.
He might treat me like a toy with all the feeding, washing, and brushing, but I’m a cherished toy he tends with care.
A brief stop in the kitchen so he can make me drink a large glass of water doesn’t surprise me, but where he goes next does. Are we going to his bed?
I’ve always slept on a cot, naked and alone, with at least my ankle chained to it.
Sometimes, he’d would tie me down thoroughly and leave me hovering at the edge of sleep for hours with vibrators in my pussy and ass.
Other times, I’d be blessed with a few hours of real sleep and even a gentle wake-up, though more often he’d dump a bucket of water on me like that first day.
The point is, I haven’t slept much, and when I had, it was rarely comfortable and absolutely never in his bed.
Yet that’s where he puts me, lying down beside me before pulling the covers over us both.
A moan escapes me as I sink into the heavenly soft mattress.
I swear I’ll never take a bed for granted again.
Laughing, Mikhail wraps around me like an octopus, then surprises me by nudging my legs apart.
Before I can start worrying he only brought me here to fuck me and will send me back to that rock-hard cot afterward, he gently pushes his hard cock inside me and stills.
“Told you,” he chuckles at the questioning look I throw over my shoulder.
“I’m never leaving your cunt again. You’ll be a good Doll for me and keep my cock warm as we sleep, right? It gets awfully cold here.”
I snort. “Yeah, I know a thing or two about cold.” Or a dozen. I feel like the only times I’ve been warm since I became a Doll were in the shower. Other than that, I’ve been either uncomfortably cold or downright freezing.
Mikhail shrugs, unrepentant. “It’s an effective training method. Sleep now, Grace.”
His cock moves inside me as he shifts, and I gasp as the motion reignites my desire, my body still too sensitive from everything it’s been through.
As I contemplate whether the relationship between us has shifted far enough for me to initiate sex, Mikhail growls.
“I said go to sleep. Unless you’re not tired, in which case I’ll strap you to a fucking machine and let it pound your asshole for a few hours while I catch a nap. How does that sound?”
Terrible. However, I also like that while he has considerably softened toward me, he still doesn’t hesitate to remind me he’s the one in charge. He’ll get no objections from me on that front. “I’m sorry, Master. I’ll sleep now.”
“You better,” he grumbles, but I can feel him nuzzle my hair. I drift off to sleep smiling.