Chapter 30
Knife returned to the simplicity of the rubber band.
Each pop made her yelp and jerk, and he found a rhythm — the stretch, the release, her jerks and sounds, along with the following responses.
Her scent was all over the fucking place, with dread, fear, anxiety, shock, and intense agony all weaving their way through thick arousal.
A dozen more, and he opened the speculum a fraction more, carefully watching the thin skin stretch so he didn’t tear her open. The goal was a few millimeters past too far. More than she thought she could take. Then a little more.
He went back to popping rubber bands against the exposed rim for another dozen pops before grabbing the plastic flogger and going to town with it again, his arm pumping up and down, whaling on the stretched, sensitive flesh without reprieve.
Her sounds transitioned from muted yelps to attempting continuous screams, and he let himself enjoy that for a while.
When he grew bored with the flogger, he plugged the violet wand into the wall and attached the hot-shot electrode — metal, because glass is too fragile, and because metal hurts so much worse, which was entirely the point.
He cranked the power up, let the angry hum fill the room, and his little painslut jerked hard at the sound alone. Her scent told him she’d experienced this before and knew what was coming. Fear rolled off her in waves, and the scent went straight to his cock.
Sometimes, even the sadist wanted to reassure her when her fear ramped too hard, but this was not one of those nights. He was enjoying her fear. Drinking it the fuck in.
He touched the glowing wand to the thin skin between the blades of the speculum, but just for a second. He didn’t mind it leaving a mark, but he didn’t want to burn her bad enough she’d have to change when they finished. The goal tonight was to hurt her without injuring her.
The quick touch was all it took to make her entire body convulse while she made a strangled attempt at a scream, but that was fine. She could scream all she wanted now.
He touched three or four places around the speculum, giving her time between to feel every ounce of the aftereffects.
Finally, he connected the wand directly to the metal speculum, knowing all that metal would dilute the electricity, but it would also travel deep, deep inside her.
Her asshole desperately tried to spasm around the unyielding spreader.
She fought to stand, to pull away, but the restraints held her perfectly in place.
Her scent was full of pain and desperation, with panic threatening to take over.
But under and over it all was arousal so thick it nearly drowned everything else out.
Nothing touching her pussy or her clit, and she was so horny even having her asshole shocked to hell and back couldn’t override it.
This woman was a true treasure, and he had to find a way to keep her.
He hit the speculum several more times. Touched the skin between. She appreciated sensory dep, which he hadn’t provided for her, but she couldn’t see what he was doing, and random seemed to be working for her.
Eventually, he cut the zip-tie holding the speculum in, released the jaws, and pulled the device from her gaping asshole.
A little electricity, properly applied, shrunk it right the fuck up, though.
His last trick with the hot-shot wand was to tuck it a little inside her hole, and she came completely unglued — thrashing, sobbing, every muscle straining against the ropes and zip-ties.
He wanted to do it again, but he reminded himself tonight was about pain without actual burns, so he turned the unit off and unplugged it.
Besides, what came next was going to be a real treat for him. Not so much for her, but such is the life of a masochist under his not-so-tender ministrations.
He walked around to her front so she could see him remove his shirt.
His jeans. His underwear. When he was naked, he held up the spiked cock ring so she could get a good look at the sharp metal prongs.
She clearly didn’t understand what it was yet, so he worked it down his shaft with the glinting spines aimed so they’d poke the sensitive skin around her asshole every time he bottomed out.
Her eyes went huge and she frantically shook her head, but he only smirked, lubed his cock while she watched, and moved behind her again.
Now that she understood exactly what was about to happen to her already-ruined asshole, there was no need in drawing it out.
He lined up and plunged into her tight hole. It took three vicious, punishing thrusts before he was buried to the hilt, and he just held there a few seconds while she writhed in her restraints and fruitlessly tried to scream past the gag.
Her asshole was scorching hot from the flogging and the violet wand, and it clenched around him like a vise.
His hips were done being still though, and he pulled out and slammed his cock back in. Then he did it again. And again.
Every time he bottomed out, the spikes raked and stabbed her raw flesh. Every thrust tore desperate, muffled shrieks from her chest that never made it into the room.
He loved the way her body jerked and convulsed, loved the way her asshole spasmed and milked him every time the metal bit deeper.
It was pure, filthy heaven, and he closed his eyes to just fucking enjoy it while he pounded her — hips slamming, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, using her helpless body for his pleasure.
The chair creaked under the force. Her body bounced and convulsed in the restraints, every slam driving the spikes into her again and again, turning her already-abused hole into a burning, ruined mess.
He pistoned harder, faster, chasing the perfect combination of pain and pleasure for both of them.
When he finally came, he buried himself as deep as he could go and unloaded with a low, guttural groan, pulsing thick and hot inside her while her wrecked asshole clenched and fluttered around him in helpless spasms.
He stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing hard, savoring the way she trembled around him while she sobbed in forced silence.
He pulled out, removed the spiked ring from his now-soft cock, released the strap holding her back down, grabbed his cutting pliers, walked around to her front, and snipped the zip-ties holding her nipples to the chair.
But the clamps weren’t coming off yet, no matter the monsoon of tears running down her face.
She stood up straight, clearly relieved to do so, and he told her, “We aren’t finished, far from it.
I need you to make a decision about the gag.
I have two variants for the next pose. Neither will be comfortable, but the one that lets you keep the gag in is much less so.
Nod if you can keep quiet without the gag, shake your head if you can’t be trusted without it.
But before you do, know that if you want it out and you scream, you’ll be punished this time. No mere consequences.”
She stared at him a good five seconds before she nodded, and he immediately released the air, then gently removed it from her mouth.
“No words, no loud sounds.”
He leaned down to cut the zip-ties connecting her to the chair and sounded gruff even to himself at his instructions. “Center of the bed, knees and chest, arms aimed down so they’re inside your legs — and make sure your legs are spread fucking wide. Go.”
He collected the things he’d need in the bedroom, grabbed his duffel, and followed her in.
First things first, she needed to be restrained, so he looped a three-foot zip-tie through the hardware on her left wrist and left ankle cuffs, and tightened it down.
She had to move her chest closer to her hips, then closer still, and her sharp intake of breath told him the nipple clamps felt every inch.
When her hands were just below her knees, he did the same with her right side, and then cut the excess plastic. She was folded tight now, ass high, shoulders rounded, completely helpless.
He picked up the Delrin Mini — fourteen inches of hell, three millimeters wide, with a nice wooden handle that gave him perfect control. It traveled well and hurt like fuck.
He started on her asshole.
The first strike landed with a sharp thwack and then bounced up several inches, which brought a whole different thrill — the idea of an asshole acting like a little trampoline.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, he thought with dark satisfaction, and brought the cane down again. Harder.
And smiled when the cane bounced higher.
He paused to watch her hole clench and spasm before striking again.
He took his time, making sure she felt every ounce of pain from every stroke until her swollen, tender rim was an even deeper angry crimson shot through with multiple shades of purple. Each strike made her body jerk against the zip-ties, but she managed not to vocalize more than moans and whines.
He wanted to hit her harder than he dared strike her asshole, so he moved to the side of the bed and caned her ass and the backs of her thighs, careful not to split the skin, but fuck, it felt good to really swing the short cane.
This Delrin left perfect, short little angry raised welts that would linger for days.
He’d brought the loopy johnny, but decided tonight was about her asshole, and it was time to return to it.
He wanted it raw, swollen, and burning when he fucked it again.
So he went back to the small plastic flogger, flaying her abused hole without pause until the flesh was hot enough he felt it radiate from two feet away.
Finally, he lubed his cock, and noted her pussy was opening and closing.
“Look at that poor neglected little cunt,” he said, “clenching around nothing. And that clit… completely ignored.”
He climbed onto the bed between her legs, lined up, and plunged in hard.
But her hole was swollen and tight, and he had to fight hard to get all the way in —and the entire time, she was trying her hardest not to scream, and he was ready to turn her face into the mattress and stop it, if she did.
She never went louder than a whimper, but she opened her mouth and breathed out in multiple silent screams.
When he finally made it all the way in, he groaned at the heat while she squeezed him like a fist.
“Fuck yeah,” he told her. “That’s how a proper asshole should feel — hot and tight.”
He fucked her hard and fast, hands holding her rib cage, using his thighs and core to drive deep. The position kept her perfectly presented for him, and he could feel every flutter, every desperate spasm.
When he was ready, he reached around, removed the vicious needle-tooth clamps from her nipples, and ordered, “Come for me. Now.”
The rush of blood back into her crushed nipples combined with his command shattered her. She came hard, body seizing, asshole clamping down around his cock in violent waves.
He held out as long as he could, savoring the way she writhed and sobbed beneath him, but the combination of her pulsing heat, the raw sounds she made, and the scent of her overwhelming arousal layered over so much pain pushed him over the edge.
He buried himself as deep as he could manage and came with a low, wolfy growl that felt like it dragged his very soul out with it.
For one long, perfect moment they went beyond the physical, beyond the scene, beyond what he had words for.
Two beings becoming one, wolf and woman merging with man and wolf, wrapped together in pain, pleasure and something far deeper.
He stayed buried inside her through the aftershocks, breathing hard, one hand gently stroking down her sweat-damp back as the intensity slowly faded back into the real world.
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Tuesday tried to figure out what had just happened while she gasped for air and tried to find some equilibrium.
Everything had changed during the orgasm, as if their auras had been the same frequency, had somehow danced together in bliss far beyond human orgasm.
The connection was electric, almost spiritual, like the universe itself had aligned for this single, shattering instant.
Dom and sub, yin and yang, man and woman.
Opposites who belonged together, merging into a single being.
He immediately cut her loose and arranged her on her side with a pillow behind her for support.
Footsteps walking away, then returning, and he put something cool and soothing on her asshole. “I’m going to put some just inside,” he warned. “Relax for me.”
True to his word, he went barely inside with it, and everything immediately felt better.
“Fuuuuuck.” She said, drawing it out and then, “I’m assuming I can talk again?”
“Yeah. Scenes over. You want water or Pedialyte?”
“Pedialyte, please.”
He helped her sit up, and she downed an entire bottle. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom while I’m mostly vertical,” she told him, and he helped her stand, and then took a few steps with her before he let her go alone.
Making sure she was okay, prepared to catch her if she wasn’t.
It was touching, but… “I’m a werewolf. I can make it to the bathroom.”
When she got there though, she sat with her legs wide apart and tilted her pelvis to make sure her pee didn’t travel to her asshole.
She wiped carefully and returned to find that he’d pulled the sheets and blankets down.
They’d already discussed timing. She needed to be on the jobsite at ten since the contractor needed time in the kitchen this morning — she’d lucked out with that.
They were going to eat together in the hotel’s most excellent restaurant, and planned to head downstairs at eight thirty.
She needed thirty minutes to get ready, and she needed at least six hours of sleep.
She had no idea what time he’d set his alarm for, but hers was set for eight.
But it was only eleven at night, and she wondered if he was planning to wake her early for another scene.
If he did, she sure as fuck hoped he’d fuck her pussy.
Her last thoughts before sleep were to wonder, again, what the fuck had happened during the orgasm. She didn’t know, and it wasn’t the kind of thing she could ask her grandmother or mother about. Or April. Maybe Willow.