Chapter 27 #2
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Tuesday stood flatfooted under the pulleys, her wrists attached to the beam hanging from it. The bastinado bruises on the soles of her feet throbbed viciously, and she realized he’d carried her everywhere since she’d forced him to punish her.
Until she’d stood on the deck to walk upstairs, she hadn’t been on her own feet since he’d caned and then beaten them with the damned prison strap.
She tried to shift her weight, but the bruising was deep, and little flares of pain sparked with every step.
Meanwhile, the egg hummed inside her pussy, the large plug stretched her ass wide, and all of it combined into a slow pulsing wave of need that made her clit throb in time with her heartbeat.
Gentle hands slipped the blindfold back over her eyes, plunging her into velvet darkness once again.
Then came the deerskin flogger — soft, sensual falls kissing her breasts in long, sweeping strokes.
She sighed, melting into the rhythm as he built it slowly, perfectly.
Over time, he changed to sturdier floggers.
The strokes grew heavier, the falls more and more intense, until each impact bloomed into heat and sting, until the falls deliciously bit into her flesh.
She shifted her weight deliberately from one foot to the other, then back again, pressing the bruised soles into the floor just to feel it.
Fresh sparks of pain flared up through her arches with every step, sharp and bright against the rising pleasure.
The contrast made her moan softly. Her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat, her skin flushed hot, and she arched into every strike like a flower turning toward the sun.
When he finally switched to the tawse, she needed the intensity of it.
The thick leather cracked across her flesh over and over, and he ramped it up exactly right — hard enough to make her cry out, not so hard it broke the rising waves building inside her.
Each strike sent fresh lightning blooming through her core.
The plug shifted deep in her ass. The egg buzzed low and steady inside her.
She kept rocking slowly from foot to foot, feeding herself more of that exquisite pain while she floated, sobbing, aching, flying — lost in that perfect place where pain and pleasure become pure sensation without difference.
She hung from her wrists by the time he carried her to bed, settled her on her back, pressed her legs high over her head, and slowly removed the plug from her ass.
The second it was out, he pressed his granite-hard cock against her stretched hole and drove deep in a single thrust that made her mouth open in a silent scream.
“Mmmmm,” he growled against her ear. “Vibrating painslut. The best kind.”
He fucked her relentlessly while the egg continued its maddening buzz, occasionally pinching and twisting her nipples while he drove deep into her asshole. Over and over he brought her right to the edge and kept her there until she was shaking apart, begging with every broken sound she could make.
When he finally let her come, she shattered so hard the world went white.
But he didn’t stop. His fingers found her swollen clit and massaged all around it, bringing her to the edge again so he could order her to orgasm all over again.
He turned the egg up and they both groaned. Then he was moving again, in and out, his fingers moving back and forth from her nipples to her clit, making her orgasm again and again.
Eventually, she whimpered wordlessly to try to let him know she couldn’t possibly come again, but he kept working her, pinching and twisting her nipples, driving into her ass while the egg vibrated and his fingers played her like an instrument he knew better than she knew herself.
He kept edging her mercilessly, holding her right at that trembling, sobbing apex until her whole body shook and she was pleading with every broken, wordless sound she could make.
Only then would he growl the command — “Come for me” — and he kept commanding it while his fingers worked her swollen clit.
Each orgasm stretched out forever, crashing through her in long, rolling waves that left her gasping, convulsing, and clawing at the sheets.
He put the plug back in her ass and turned the egg higher. The vibrations deepened, pressing relentlessly against that sensitive spot inside her while his thick fingers worked into her pussy, opening her hole impossibly wide while the egg vibrated away inside her.
Orgasm after orgasm tore through her. She came with his mouth sealed around her clit, sucking gently while his thick fingers curled deep inside her, the plug in her ass making everything feel impossibly full.
He removed the egg and she came with his cock pounding her pussy, the heavy plug shifting against him with every thrust. She came hardest of all when he pulled the plug free and drove into her ass again, his fingers pinching and rolling her clit until she screamed, the dual sensations ripping her apart in long, shattering waves.
Each release left her higher, rawer, more completely undone than the last. Her body no longer belonged to her — it answered only to him, clenching and fluttering around whatever he gave her.
He moved from her ass back to her pussy, returned to her ass.
Back to her pussy without warning, moving between them at will.
His will. She completely lost track. Lost count.
She lost herself. All that remained was sensation: the deep, burning stretch, the bruised aching relief of his fingers on her clit, and the endless, devastating pleasure he forced from her again and again in swells and breaking waves.
By the time he finally buried himself to the hilt in her ass and came with a series deep, gravelly sounds, she was floating — boneless, tear-streaked, trembling, and utterly, completely his.
She lay still while he wiped her clean with a warm cloth using careful, tender strokes. Every touch felt far away, and yet close and personal while she floated in bliss after shattering into a thousand glowing pieces. Knife was right there with her, but the world was fuzzy and distant.
He rolled her to her side and worked with quiet efficiency, clipping her wrist cuffs to ropes he fastened to the side of the bed.
Next, he tied her ankles to the bottom bedrails with ropes long enough she could bend her legs, but her arms didn’t have as much slack, so she was stuck on her side. No rolling over. No getting out of bed.
She whined when he pressed the heavy plug back into her ass, and then moaned when he ran his hands over the many, many welts on her body. She’d loved receiving every last one of them once they were upstairs.
He slid in behind her and pulled a sheet over them, his big, warm body curling protectively around hers. One arm draped over her waist, palm resting possessively on her left breast. His lips brushed the back of her neck, and he said, “Sleep, little painslut. Tomorrow is another day.”
Every breath reminded her how thoroughly he’d used her, and she sighed, already drifting, wrapped in the scent of him and the deep, bone-deep satisfaction of being a thousand percent owned, held tight in his ropes and his arms, exactly where she belonged.