Chapter Twelve #2
Monster leads me over to the couch in the center of the office space and pushes me down onto the soft cushions.
“I might fuck you later,” he whispers, stripping off my pants.
“If I decide to, I want you mindless by the time I sink my cock inside you. Swollen, sensitive, lost to pleasure and sensations.”
I lay in place, rendered mostly helpless by the mitts, trying to breathe through the fear of impending torture. There’s nothing I can do but mentally prepare myself to endure whatever it is Monster wants to do to me—I can’t run, I can’t reason with him. I’m helpless, useless, worthless.
“Look at my pretty little pussy,” Monster murmurs, spreading my legs and examining the place between my thighs.
He pulls off my shirt. “And these perky, rosy nipples… I’m going to watch them turn a deep red while I work.
” He kisses my nose. “Don’t leave that position, Scarlett.
I’ll be right back.” He gives me a hard look.
“If you move, it’ll be your ass I’m playing with today, not your pussy. Got it?”
I nod slowly. Even if I were to move, what would I do? With my hands all but out of commission, I’m completely reliant on Monster for the simplest tasks. I can’t do anything without him. So, I lie silently in place, awaiting whatever comes next.
Monster returns a few minutes later with several items. A familiar toy, similar to one he used on me before.
A dildo with a rounded clit attachment. Something that’ll vibrate inside me and against my clit.
He also has two round, narrow, cylindrical plastic cups with strange attachments at the top.
And what looks like a small stress-ball attached to an air-pump.
My heart thuds against my ribcage as fear overcomes me.
“Good girl, staying in position for me,” Monster says. “God, Flower. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
My cheeks heat at the praise, and something warm spreads in my chest.
“Such a good girl,” he coos, pulling a small packet of lube out of his pocket.
He smears it over the dildo, and then smears the rest of the contents over my pussy with his fingers.
I gasp at the cold lube, blinking repeatedly.
My body tenses when he spreads my legs wider and prods the dildo at my entrance.
He slides it inside me, inch by inch, until I feel almost uncomfortably full.
Then, he takes my hand and stands me up from the couch. He walks me forward to the desk, and each step I take sends little bursts of sensation exploding over my extremities as the dildo rubs against my inner walls and my clit. I suppress a moan, eyes fluttering.
“Kneel,” Monster tells me, nodding at a pillow right beside his desk.
My knees all but give out, already trembling from the stimulation, and Greyson gentles me down onto the wide pillow. I hear the noise of something clattering, cuffs against metal, and then he lowers himself behind me and grabs one of my ankles.
“Wait,” I say, reality overcoming me and blending with panic. “Not another spreader bar—”
“Quiet,” he says harshly. “This is my playtime. You’re my toy right now, and I want to watch my toy writhe and moan and come. Got it?”
He doesn’t wait for a response. Cool leather closes against both my ankles, and then—as if I require any more bondage—Monster draws my arms behind my back and connects my mitts to each other, effectively immobilizing me.
“This is not a punishment,” Monster murmurs in my ear.
“This is just me having fun. Sometimes, my fun might feel like a punishment to you—but don’t mistake it for one.
I’m right here with you, and you’re going to suffer a bit for my enjoyment, but you’ll also get quite a bit of pleasure out of this.
” He chuckles. “Probably too much.” He kisses my temple.
“We’re going to start working on you coming on command today.
Seeing how many orgasms it’s possible to wrench out of you and how best to do so. ”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
Monster shifts to kneel in front of me, the two silicone cups held in his hands.
“Perhaps, Scarlett. I’m certainly crazy for you.
” He holds up the strange plastic objects.
“These are suction cups. I won’t use clamps on your body—I promised you no pain—but these are going to fuck with the blood flow to your nipples, and when they come off, you’ll be extremely sensitive. ”
“Wait—”
He doesn’t wait. He plucks at my nipple to get it to harden, then fixes the cup over it.
Then, he pulls on an attachment at the head, and I hear a small noise as all the air in the cup is expelled.
The sensation that follows is so strange and instantly overwhelming; it’s like there’s an incredibly powerful vacuum constantly pulling at my nipple, forcing it to engorge and swell.
It doesn’t hurt, not exactly, but God, it pulses and aches.
I try to pull my arms in front of me, to instinctively get this thing off, but I can’t move my arms—or my legs. I’m completely helpless.
“Monster, please, I don’t like—”
“Hush,” he cuts me off. “This isn’t for you.
This is for me—and for your training, got it?
I need to figure this body out, find out what makes it tick.
” He attaches the suction cup to my other nipple, and I let out a quiet whimper.
Now, both of my breasts are bathed in an ache that originates from my nipples.
“How do they feel?” Monster asks me, tweaking a cup. The ache intensifies, and I moan, lost to sensations. “Any pain?”
I shake my head. “Too—too much.”
“Scarlett, we haven’t even gotten started yet,” Monster murmurs. He stands and takes a seat on his chair, then pulls a remote out of his pocket. A soft sob escapes me.
“We’ll start out on a pulsing pattern. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you. Understood?”
I can’t form the words to respond.
Greyson leans down and tugs on one of the suction cups. “Understood?”
“Yes!” I yelp.
“Good girl.” He flicks on the vibrator, and my entire body goes tense as the invading dildo buzzes lowly inside of me and against my clit, stimulating me from all angles.
My brows pinch, and that familiar knot immediately forms at the base of my stomach, lazily winding tighter and tighter, already pushing me toward an orgasm. The vibrations dial up once, twice—
Then they shut off completely, and a loud, pitiful whimper escapes me. “W-wait—”
“Shh,” Monster replies. “No talking or I’ll get a gag. I have a call in…” he pauses. “Three minutes. It’ll last about an hour. If you come before I tell you, you will be punished—and you’re not allowed to come before my call is done.”
The vibrations start up again, buzzing at a much lower frequency, tantalizing me and holding the promise of an orgasm over my head without delivering.
I barely hear it as a phone on the desk rings, and Greyson picks up.
I try so hard to focus on what he’s saying, to gather information, but my mind is scrambled by the vibrator and the weird things on my nipples, making it impossible for me to catch anything useful.
Quiet moans are forced from me, and when the vibrations dial up to teeth-chattering speeds, a pitiful, loud, whimpering moan earns me a glare from Monster. He holds his hand over the phone.
“Quiet, or I’ll gag you, and don’t you fucking dare orgasm.
” He uncovers the phone and keeps talking, while I try to tense my inner muscles to hold back an orgasm.
I don’t want to find out what punishment I’ll be subjected to if I disobey, but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.
Not with the intense vibrations and constant, taunting pressure on my nipples.
The vibrator shuts off again, and I sob quietly, tears rolling down my cheeks. I’m already exhausted, tapped-out, but I get the dreadful sense that Monster has only just gotten started with me—and I have a long road ahead.
The vibrator switches on and off three more times throughout Monster’s call.
I can feel him watching me, observing my torment with pleasure, but his words never falter—it’s as if I’m not even here.
Finally, the call ends. Monster cups my chin and forces me to look at him while reaching for the stress-ball-pump-thing on the desk.
He pulls at my collar just enough to slip the small ball beneath it, pressing it right up against my windpipe.
Understanding dawns on me just as the vibrator starts working again, and terror sparks in my chest, swirling with the pleasure.
“Fucking hell, Flower,” Monster mutters almost angrily.
“I’m about to come just from watching you.
In fact…” he unzips his pants and fists the length of his cock.
I try to look away, but he takes my chin again.
“Uh-uh. You keep those eyes on me. Watch me.” He slowly starts stroking his length, and I watch as clear fluid leaks from his tip, gaze at the way his muscles tense and bunch under his shirt.
“I’m going to come all over those pretty tits.
As soon as I do, you may come, but not before. Do you understand me?”
I nod with a moan.
“Good girl.” He releases my chin and picks up the remote for the vibrator, taking control of it.
“Don’t you fucking dare look away from me, Scarlett…
” he dials the vibrations up, and my whole body tenses as my pussy begins to pulse.
The stimulation on my clit, my nipples… God, I can’t hold it. I just can’t.
Then, Greyson picks up the pump attached to the ball in my collar, and presses it. The small ball against my windpipe grows in size, pointedly restricting my breathing. I can still breathe, but each breath is met with resistance, and my head quickly begins to swim with a heady, floaty feeling.
“I—I can’t—”
“Don’t panic. You can still breathe. Not as easily as before, but you can.” He jerks himself harder. “I’m almost there, Flower. Less than a minute and you can come.” He lets out a low, tortured groan. “Fuck…” he squeezes the pump again, until I can scarcely breathe at all. “Come.”
He switches to the remote with the vibrator, putting it on an even higher setting, just before the first rope of white liquid spurts from his cock and lands on my tits.
My back arches and I release a piercing scream as a furious tempest of an orgasm sweeps over me, clearing my mind of all thought.
I whimper, I shake, I moan, and I sob my way through a consuming orgasm that goes on and on and on until I think I’ll pass out.
The vibrations instantly become too intense, overstimulating my sensitive pussy.
The ball on my windpipe shrinks, freeing my breathing, but my head continues to swim as the orgasm just fucking keeps going with no end in sight.
A horrible pressure forms in my lower belly, pressing on my bladder, and I suddenly feel like I’m about to pee myself.
“Fuck, Scarlett, are you going to squirt for me?” I barely register Monster’s words.
I’m too consumed and caught up in a maelstrom of pleasure, in that strange pressure that keeps building.
Monster leans down and pinches my clit around the vibrating attachment, and the pressure releases along with a hoarse cry and a stream of liquid that feels like it’s forced out of me.
Humiliation and shame redden my cheeks while Monster releases a string of curses intermixed with praise.
Gradually, the vibrations dial down, giving my sore pussy a much-needed break. They shut off, leaving me slumped, panting, and trembling with aftershocks.
“Good fucking girl,” Monster growls. “Jesus Christ, Scarlett. That was fucking beautiful.”
“I—I—I…” I can’t even form a sentence through the shame.
“You squirted,” Monster says. “I’m going to want to see that again, very soon. Now, you get a break for a few minutes, and we’ll start again.”
Oh, fuck.