Chapter 20 #2
He stopped without warning, tossed the belt over the back of the sofa, and stepped away, leaving her hanging there, sobbing and shaking, her ass blazing and her denied orgasm still thundering through every nerve in her body.
His hands were back at her crotch, and she breathed in relief when the vibrations stopped.
He removed the evil butterfly, tossed it to the side, and then held a clamp up to be sure she could see the vicious little thing, the clamp-surfaces covered in dozens and dozens of needle teeth.
Her eyes widened and she frantically shook her head.
She tried to beg around the gag, but he ignored her completely.
She watched his fingers spread it wider, place it over her inflamed and swollen clit, and release it.
The teeth sank in, and she screamed a raw, frantic wail from deep in her chest as white-hot pain exploded through her most sensitive flesh. The clamp bit deep, and the sharp little needles dug into nerve endings already on fire.
But the motherfucker still wasn’t done, because his hand appeared holding a foot-long lightweight chain with a weight dangling below, and he hooked the top of the chain onto the clamp.
Then he pushed the weight and made it swing, yanking her clit back and forth.
And without missing a beat, he retrieved the belt and rained down more fire on her ass and thighs, striking over and over, each lash layering fresh hell over the welts already there.
She screamed desperately past the gag, her hips jerking with every impact, swinging the weight wildly, jerking her clit in unpredictable directions she couldn’t anticipate. Couldn’t brace for.
She could only endure it, no choice but to take what he gave her.
There were no more thoughts of the man he’d been earlier.
That part of her brain no longer functioned.
There was only pain and the overwhelming need to endure it.
The belt landing over and over, her hips jerking, the weight pulling her clit, the sharp teeth penetrating and scraping through the millions of nerves in the crushed flesh.
The twine pulling on her nipples, a different kind of steel teeth biting into them.
And with her shoulders nearly wrenched from their sockets, her hands had gone far past tingling, with needles shooting through them nearly as intense as the rows of tiny needle-teeth embedded in her clit.
She sobbed in relief when the belt hit the floor, but then squealed and screamed when his cock, slick with lube, pressed against her asshole.
He didn’t ease in — he slammed into her in a single, brutal thrust, stretching her unprepared hole wide around his thick length, pressing her forward and making the weight swing, torquing her shoulders all over again.
He pulled out, slammed back in, and fucking chuckled when she screamed, as if he knew her sounds were from both pain and a desperate, frantic need for more.
And he gave her more, pounding her ass hard and fast, making the weight swing violently under her clit, and it felt as if her nipples might be ripped from her body.
But his fierce cruelty fed the fire roaring through her veins — hurting and using her simply for his pleasure only made her need him more, but she wasn’t even close to coming.
She desperately needed to, but the pain was too much for the pleasure to completely override it — until his voice cut through the haze, low and commanding, tires on gravel.
“Come on my cock, little painslut.”
Her body obeyed before her mind could catch up, and an orgasm exploded through her with bone-shaking, muscle-tearing force.
Her clit burned with the fires of hell, every needle-tooth digging deeper as her hips jerked.
Her ass clamped down around his thick cock like a fist, spasming violently, milking him in frantic, uncontrollable waves.
Her whole body seized — back bowing despite what it did to her shoulders, thighs trembling, every muscle locking tight and then releasing in devastating, rolling convulsions that tore more raw screams from her throat while he jackhammered into her.
Her sounds were broken and desperate, tears falling to the floor with her spit as the orgasm kept rolling higher and meaner, until she was shaking so hard she’d have collapsed if the ropes hadn’t held her up.
He fucked her through it, then buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural growl, pulsing hot and thick inside her ass while she was still coming.
The feeling of him filling her while she shattered pushed her even higher, until she was nothing but sensation and surrender, and she relinquished the last fragile threads of control she’d been clinging to.
She stopped fighting the pain, stopped trying to separate it from the pleasure, stopped trying to hold any part of herself back.
She simply let go and gave him everything.
Her wolf went quiet in a way she’d never felt before — not fighting, not watching, just willingly yielding.
Tuesday surrendered so deeply that for a few perfect, terrifying seconds there was no Tuesday anymore. There were only the ropes, the burning stretch, the thick pulse of his cock inside her ass, and the overwhelming relief of not having to be anything except what he wanted her to be.
His hands caressed her back, his cock slid free, and her abused hole fluttered and tried to close around the sudden emptiness.
For one fragile heartbeat she thought it was over — that he was finally giving her a moment to breathe, to come down, to simply exist in the sensations without more being piled on.
Then his fingers were at her clit.
She had half a second to think relief. The clamp was coming off, the torture finally ending — before the steel teeth released their brutal grip and blood rushed back into the crushed, abused flesh like molten lava.
A raw, broken wail tore out of her throat before she could stop it. Fresh tears dropped to the floor as the pain flared white-hot, every tiny steel tooth leaving its mark behind.
Seconds later, she saw a huge fucking butt plug in his hand, heading toward her raw hole, and he proceeded to shove it past the tortured ring of muscles in one ruthless driving push.
It took twenty seconds to force it past muscles threatening to tear rather than stretch beyond sanity.
The burn had her helplessly, futilely trying to beg for mercy, but her trapped tongue couldn’t begin to form words, and her lips couldn’t touch each other with the bit gag between her back teeth.
Her asshole fought the massive intrusion, clenching hard around the thick silicone as it forced her wide open.
Her screams were continuous, desperate, and her entire body tried to twist away from the overwhelming fullness despite the extra strain it put on her shoulders, hips, and brutalized nipples.
When it was finally all the way in, she hung in her restraints, her legs barely holding her up, he said, “You’ll take everything you’re given when you’re in my ropes — won’t you?”
She nodded her head because these questions were never rhetorical. He expected a response.
He gave her ass a possessive pat, like he was praising a job well done.
“Of course you fucking will. That ass is mine. Every clenching, fighting inch of it.” He ran his hand over the curve of her right butt cheek then jostled the plug.
“Squeeze that greedy hole tight. You won’t like what happens if you lose the toy. ”
And he walked out of the motherfucking room and left her there.
The sound of his footsteps faded down the stairs, and then there was only the heavy thud of her own heartbeat and her frantic breathing, still not under control.
Alone with her pain. No escape.