Chapter 14 #2
"Watch yourself, love," he commands, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper. "Watch every second of it. I want you to feel the fear of looking at yourself get completely drowned out by the pleasure I'm giving you."
He triggers the nipple clamps to squeeze again, and simultaneously cranks the vibrator higher.
The double stimulation is a sensory assault.
I’m panicking, my mind screaming no, but my body is screaming yes.
His free hand roams over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, kneading my flesh while the vibrator hums violently against my core.
It’s too much. The world narrows down to the vibration, the pinch of the steel, and the sight of my own ruined expression in the mirror.
I feel overwhelmed, my thoughts dissolving into white noise.
He pushes the vibrator to its highest setting, the intensity becoming an electric scream.
I tremble, my whole frame vibrating, until I hit a peak so hard my eyes roll back and I come with a guttural, prolonged shriek, my body seizing in a violent, prolonged climax.
But he doesn't stop. He doesn't even let me breathe.
He reaches for the next toy—a set of weighted steel clamps with adjustable screws.
He doesn't put them on my nipples; he attaches them to the sensitive folds of my labia, tightening the screws slowly.
I gasp, the sharp, pulling sensation creating a different kind of ache, a heavy, dragging feeling that makes me whimper.
Then he brings out the glass wand. He doesn't penetrate me, but he uses the cold, smooth surface to press and roll against my clit and the entrance of my pussy. The contrast of the freezing glass against my burning skin is insane. I’m sobbing now, my voice a wrecked whisper, my body twitching under his touch.
"You're losing it, aren't you, doll?" he mocks, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Totally fucking gone for me."
He switches between the toys with a sadistic rhythm—the vibration, the crushing pressure of the clamps, the icy slide of the glass.
He turns me into a raw nerve, a shaking, sobbing mess of a woman who can't remember her own name, only the feeling of his hands and the sight of her own naked, broken form reflected above her.
I am completely insane, lost in a whirlwind of pain and pleasure, trembling so hard the bed seems to shake with me.
I’m completely undone. My mind is a shattered mess of static and electricity, and I can’t take another second of this sensory onslaught. I start to beg, my voice a wrecked, sobbing whisper.
"Please... please, I can't... stop, please!
" I plead, my hips jerking instinctively, caught in a loop of agony and ecstasy. I’m weeping, the tears soaking into the mask, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.
I don't even know what I'm asking for anymore—for him to stop, or for him to never fucking let me go.
As the tension coils one more time, tighter than a spring, I feel the peak rushing back. I lose all control, and as I crash into a second, violent orgasm, a name rips from my throat in a guttural moan.
"Rhys!"
The sound of his name on my lips seems to trigger something in him. I feel him stiffen, a low, predatory growl vibrating in his chest. He loves it. He fucking thrives on it.
He reaches up and rips the mask from his face, tossing it aside. For the first time, I see him fully, and then he lunges forward, wrenching my legs even wider, splaying me open until I feel completely exposed. He dives between my thighs, and the moment his tongue hits my clit, I scream.
The toys were nothing compared to this. The heat of his mouth, the wet, sliding pressure of his tongue, the way he sucks my clit hard, pulling it into his mouth with a possessive hunger—it’s overwhelming. It’s a different kind of torture, one that makes my toes curl and my back arch off the velvet.
While he devours me, he slides a finger deep into my pussy. I’m so slick now that he glides in effortlessly, burying his finger to the knuckle and then hooking it upward, hitting a spot that sends a bolt of lightning straight to my brain.
"Rhys! Rhys!" I scream his name, my vision blurring with tears, my head thrashing from side to side. I come for a third time, a screaming, shaking climax that leaves me gasping for air, my internal muscles clamping down on his finger in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
But he’s not done. Not even close.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his hand immediately returning to my clit, his thumb rubbing it with a relentless, punishing speed while his other hand continues to fuck me with his finger.
He’s hard and fast, his movements aggressive, driving me right back to the edge.
My legs are trembling violently, my voice gone hoarse from screaming.
"I'm not letting you go," he rasps, his voice dark and commanding. "Not until I give you one more."