18. Hyacinth #2
“Mm, good,” he says with a nod of approval. “Stay.”
He retreats again, this time returning with a length of rope. He takes both of my arms and has me extend them in front of me, then wraps the rope around them. Over and over, a beautiful red against my pale skin.
My heartbeat ratchets up.
When he’s satisfied that my arms are secured, he takes the long end of the rope and loops it through the hook on the ceiling, forcing my arms up.
“Can you stand?” Zane asks.
I stand up, easing the pressure on my arms and taking me away from the dildo.
He nods and goes to get something else from the drawers.
I close my eyes and sway with the rope, testing the confines of my bondage.
If I get on the bench, I could pull the rope off the hook. The knot didn’t look too hard to undo with my teeth. My legs are still free, so I could kick Zane, and there’s bound to be a knife in this room to allow me to cut myself free.
Zane returns and places one hand on my stomach. “What are you thinking?”
I smile. “How to kill you.”
He chuckles, then strokes his hand along my chest. “Already? We haven’t even started yet. Keep your eyes closed,” he orders me.
I want to open them out of sheer contrariness, but I resist the urge.
He toys with one of my nipples, twisting my piercing as it starts to pebble, and I moan at the sensation. After he teases the other into hardness, he pauses, then I feel something metallic trailing against my chest.
It slides against my nipple, and I realize he’s feeding something through the loops in my nipple rings.
I flutter my eyes open a fraction.
“Eyes closed,” he snaps.
A spark of arousal rushes through me at the order, but I obediently shut my eyes again. The chains clink gently, then my nipple rings tug and lift my nipples upward. I bite my lip to suppress a small moan.
“Squat again,” Zane says.
I start to obey, only to pause when it pulls more insistently at my nipples. Zane makes a sound, and after flicking my nipple, he loosens the chain enough that I can lower myself more.
When my hole is directly against the head of the dildo, Zane stops me. I hear the chains clink again, then they pull upward and tug harder on my nipples.
“Good.”
I hear the click of a lube bottle opening, then I can feel his hand moving beneath me. Slicking up the dildo, I think, before he tugs lightly on the chain.
“Go ahead,” Zane coaxes. “Don’t you want to fuck yourself on that nice, thick dildo? Squat down for me, Sin.”
I don’t even get the full tip in before my nipples inform me that it’s a very bad idea. The nipple rings pull sharply on my flesh, and I pause there, breathing heavily.
A trickle of sweat trails down my forehead.
Zane chuckles again. “Let’s make this a little more interesting.”
His fingers close around my cock as he gives it a few lazy strokes, making my entire body jerk as he smears the precum over the head of it.
He teases me like that only briefly, then he tugs lightly at my balls, slowly rolling them between his fingers. I moan and try to shift into his touch, but that makes my nipples ache more.
“Is this easy?” Zane asks while he fondles me.
I laugh. “It isn’t difficult.” I begin to stand, but Zane closes his hand around my balls and tugs sharply to keep me in place. Sharp pain jolts up my spine, and I instinctively move down to alleviate the pain—except that causes the pressure on my nipples to increase.
“Mm, well, I guess we’ll need to do something about that,” he says. “I’d hate for you to get bored. So I suppose it’s a good thing I have other toys at my disposal.” He hums, then retreats for another moment.
When he returns, he fondles my balls again, gently playing with them at first before he yanks down again. The pain that blossoms within me has me yelping, but there’s nowhere to go to offer relief from it.
My entire body is alight in sensation. I have to focus on my stance or risk the pain increasing.
I like this kind of pain. It’s easy and controlled. I understand it, and it comforts me in a way I’ve never been able to understand.
He releases me, then I feel something thin and soft wrapping around my balls. He has a deft, quick hand, with the skill that tells me how much experience he’s had with this.
He won’t get to touch anyone else ever again, though.
I nod, my tongue too heavy to speak.
“Let’s see what you think of this,” he comments, and I can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he toys with the light rope he’d used to bind my balls with.
Then there’s another tug, this time heavier, and I realize he’s attached something to them. The weight increases, and he hums in satisfaction.
“Let’s try this,” he purrs. He circles around me, and only seconds later, I feel the thud of something against my ass cheek — a cane, I think. The strike isn’t heavy, but it’s enough to make my entire body jerk.
I gasp as I’m hit by the triple set of sensations. Cane on my ass, rope around my balls, and the chain on my nipples.
“Start fucking yourself,” Zane commands.
Oh god.
I lower my ass as far as I can. The pain in my nipples grows stronger, drowning everything else out, as the dildo stretches my ass. I get relief on my balls for those few seconds.
Until I lift up, and then it’s the opposite, my balls crying out in pain while my nipples feel gloriously sensitive.
I need to be careful not to pull off the dildo entirely. I wouldn’t be able to get back on it.
Slowly, I squat up and down, alternating the source of pain. My cock is rock hard, slapping against my stomach, while my arms and legs burn from the uncomfortable position.
My mind is gloriously empty.
All I need to do is suffer for Zane.
The cane comes down again on my ass in a harder strike, and I jerk, almost pulling completely off of the dildo and putting more pressure on my balls. The relief from the tug on my nipples is brief.
I lower myself again even as he strikes me again with the cane.
“Still not difficult?” he asks, his voice full of mock sympathy.
I laugh, my voice shockingly loud in the room. “I barely… I barely feel—”
The tip of the cane taps my sensitive balls. The touch is light, but I howl because of the sheer intensity of the sensations stacking on each other.
“Keep going,” he tells me with another dark, amused chuckle. “Tell me you barely feel anything.”
I shake my head and grip the rope binding my arms to the ceiling hook for stability, as if there’s any stability to be had here.
I lose track of how many times he canes my ass or my balls. Either way, I lower and lift myself on the dildo, fucking myself open on hard silicone that teases me but offers no true pleasure or release.
I don’t even care if I come from this.
Zane’s breathing gets heavier, and I hear him approaching. He places his hand on my jaw.
I open my eyes despite the order to keep them closed.
Zane’s eyes meet mine, his gaze so intense that I instinctively try to bend for him. He grips my jaw tighter, then leans in to kiss me savagely.
I open for him, ignoring the pain in my nipples and balls both. I give him my desires and my obedience and my breath.
Erase me, I think.
Make me yours, completely.