Chapter 5
Tuesday pushed back hard, greedy for every inch, desperate to be filled deeper, to be fucked harder, to be used until she shattered.
She needed to come. The friction and stretch in her ass made the ache in her hip flare hotter, and the all-consuming fire poured straight into her clit until she was shaking with it.
But the pain was growing teeth. It radiated up her thigh and down into her back, a deep, grinding burn that promised the crash would be ugly when the edge finally broke.
He didn’t disappoint, thankfully, and he slammed into her like a madman, hips hammering into her, driving so deep she felt it in her chest. Every brutal thrust tore a fresh cry from her, pain beyond description while lifting her to heights of need.
She gave up trying to separate the two and simply let the indescribable agony and the pleasure twist together and feed each other until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
Her left arm trembled, muscles burning from holding the release line for so long. She forgot it completely when the orgasm started to crest — frenzied, unstoppable, right there — until her arm jerked, the line released, and she dropped like a boulder.
Knife’s strong arms caught her before she hit the mat, controlling the fall so she landed on the mat with his cock still in her ass, and he drove into her harder now, with her lying half on her stomach, left leg still forced straight out to the side, right leg folded awkwardly under her, and his rhythm only paused a few seconds before taking off harder and faster than before.
And fuck if he didn’t still manage to hold her hip exactly where it hurt the fucking most. His fingers dug in hard, straight into the raw, screaming nerves at the front of the joint while his palm pressed different nerves into bone, gripping her like he could feel every individual fiber tearing and wanted to own every single one of them while he pounded her body with a relentless, punishing pace.
She’d been right at the edge of an orgasm before she fell, and seconds after she hit the mat, she was right back on the desperate brink, the friction and stretch combined with the molten fire in her hip and the weight of him over her, pounding her…
“Come for me, little wolf.”
His gravelly command pierced into the core of her psyche and detonated. Her whole body seized, back bowing hard, and a raw, broken scream tore from her throat.
Pleasure and agony fused into a blinding wave, and her cunt clenched uselessly around nothing while her ass locked down on his cock like a vise, every ruthless thrust driving the wrenching, pulsing firestorm deeper into her hip, the pain sharper than ever, but she couldn’t stop moving.
She thrashed under him while his fingers stayed locked on the screaming joint, pinning the pain in place so she had no choice but to feel every pulse of it while the orgasm tore her apart.
It didn’t crest and fade. It kept rolling, crest after crest, each one higher and meaner than the last. Her vision whited out behind the blindfold.
Her left leg kicked uselessly against the ropes and dowel still holding it straight, and every muscle in her body locked and released in violent spasms.
Still, he fucked her through it, fast and merciless, every thrust harder than the one before while his fingers dug into the exact spot that hurt the most, forcing her to ride the line between ecstasy and obliteration.
She came again, harder, a helpless, sobbing wail ripping free as tears soaked the leather over her eyes.
The pain in her hip flared so hot it felt like the joint might shatter, and somehow that only made the pleasure sharper and more consuming.
She was nothing but sensation — stretched, used, owned, burning alive from the inside out while her wolf howled in pure, feral surrender.
A third wave slammed into her before the second had even broken, wrenching another guttural cry from her chest. Her body convulsed so hard the ropes creaked, her ass milking his cock in rhythmic, desperate pulses.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except take it — take him — while the orgasm hollowed her out and filled her up at the same time.
She couldn’t breathe anymore and was on the verge of blacking out when he finally stilled, hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep inside her ass with a low, vicious growl, his fingers tightening on her hip until she wailed with an inhuman sound and broke beneath him.
He stayed buried for a long moment, breathing hard, fingers still dug into her hip like he wasn’t quite ready to let the pain go. Then, with the same deliberate precision he’d used to bind her, he went to work.
The earplugs came out but the blindfold stayed on, and she was engulfed with sounds — his breathing, the wind outside.
He grasped her straight leg and cut away the ropes and dowel so she could bend her knee and take some of the strain from her groin — and she whimpered in relief.
He gently rolled her over, and the snick of safety shears sounded louder than they should’ve as he sliced through the chest harness, and she could breathe deeper.
He snipped a single knot on the bent leg, then the rope unwound quickly under his hands, leaving her loose and trembling on the mat.
Straightening her right leg hurt like a motherfucker, and a white-hot line of fire shot from the front of her hip joint into her lower back. Deep in the socket, something ground and popped, an underlying ache that radiated down the front of her thigh and into her groin.
It wasn’t the sharp sting of a surface cut or the thud of a bruise. This was deeper. Architectural. Every tiny shift sent fresh sparks along nerve pathways that had been compressed and starved of blood flow.
The burn was vicious, and yet, the release of pressure was almost orgasmic in its own right.
Knife’s hand stayed on her hip, fingers pressing into where the worst of it lived, as if he could feel every individual nerve and fiber screaming, and wanted to bear witness to it with her.
She gasped, the sound raw, and he murmured low against her ear, “That’s it. Let it hurt. I’ve got you.”
The leg straightened another inch, and the blaze flared hotter, brighter, until tears slipped free — not from distress, but from the sheer intensity of finally being allowed to unfold.
She yelped and cried out when he quickly pushed the butt plug back inside her, and then moaned when he turned it back on, lighting her clit up all over again.
He lifted her into his arms, carried her across the room, and settled her onto the soft mattress with care.
“You don’t have to talk, but you can if you want.”
She wasn’t ready for words yet, not with the overwhelming rush of sensation still crashing through her.
Cool fingers stroked across her right thigh and she moaned low — even without looking, she knew the ropes had left deep, angry grooves in her skin.
His touch traced every indentation, spreading the soothing gel like he was mapping the damage he’d engraved.
The chill of the balm felt like mercy everywhere it touched — except her hip.
He deliberately avoided the screaming joint, letting the burn throb and blaze unchecked, a constant throbbing reminder that he still owned her pain.
Eventually those strong, knowing fingers worked their way back to her pussy and drove in, curling hard against her front wall while his thumb settled over her clit, pressing and circling ruthlessly. She heard herself moaning; the needy, desperate sounds spilling out of her.
Then he was suddenly over her and between her legs again, cock thick and hard, driving into her cunt in a single, violent thrust.
She yelped, then screamed long and shrill — because the new angle lit her hip on fire all over again, tendons and ligaments shrieking as he lifted her legs, stretched them wide, and filled her completely.
He chuckled, low and dark. “Was that you screaming, or the attachments in your hip?”
The bastard didn’t wait for an answer. He fucked her at full strength, hips rapidly snapping, using her body with a single-minded hunger while she lay helpless beneath him.
Every thrust dragged fresh fire through her hip and sent it ricocheting straight to her clit.
Pain and pleasure twisted together again, tighter this time, until she once again couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
She floated in the infinite, endless space between them, his hands holding her legs up and out while his cock pounded her with zero mercy.
When she climbed and clawed her way toward another orgasm, he pressed her legs higher and wider, finding the perfect cruel angle to pull and stress the tendons all around her hips.
Pain exploded behind her eyes, more intense than the sun, and her body didn’t know whether to fight or surrender, so it did both.
Her cunt clenched hard around him even as her hips tried to twist away, and a broken sob tore from her throat.
She was shaking, sweating, floating in that perfect, terrible place where everything both hurt and felt impossibly good, and she had no choice but to take it.
No choice but to let him keep her right there, balanced on the razor’s edge while he used her exactly the way he wanted.
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Knife experimented around until he found the sweet spot where the pain shot through her without killing her arousal.
He fucked her hard, and as fast as he deemed humanly possible, soaking in her pain while relishing her tight cunt wrapped around his dick, her pain seasoning the whole damned thing like a smoky habanero pepper glaze.
Finally, when he sensed she was near exhaustion, he told her to come and she shattered, her super-sensitive clit pulsing under his thumb, cunt gripping him like a vise.
The orgasm gave her a second wind, so he fucked her harder and faster, taking her to new levels before ordering her to come again — and she did, the pain and pleasure fusing until she was a bundle of sensations without thought. She was only need.
But he wasn’t finished with her yet, and her next orgasm finally broke her — hips bucking despite the pain, her chest heaving with great, broken sobs while tears soaked the blindfold.
He followed her into bliss this time, burying deep, coming inside her with her name on his breath.
And then he just held her, legs and arms tangled together, both breathing hard.
His hand still rested on her hip, lighter now, soothing the lingering burn. She turned her face into his neck, and breathed through her sobs.
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Tuesday’s body had obeyed him. Every time. And her wolf wasn’t bitching. Something in his scent was different. Wolf, for sure, but her inner animal recognized something she didn’t.
But she’d figure that out later because her entire body hurt. She was floating on bliss for the moment, but she’d need to change soon because he’d done a number on her hip.
Somewhere through the haze, she knew this was dangerous. Not just the ropes. Not the way he saw her pain and wanted more of it.
But the way she wanted to keep giving it to him.
That was tomorrow’s problem, though. Tonight, she let herself drift to sleep, safe in the ruin he’d twisted her into.