Chapter Thirty-One #2
“You don’t,” he agrees. “And I’m going to put three bullets in that motherfucker. One in his useless dick for mom, one in his heart for me… and one in his head for you.”
Tobias—who, I’ve learned, goes by Toby—accompanies me to the greenhouse, as has become the standard when Greyson can’t take me.
Together, Toby and I come up with a rough outline of a proposal for the farm, and a schedule for every Nighthawk to work the field as part of their physical training.
He complains a few times about the manual labor, but ultimately turns out to be an asset.
Unfortunately, the current season isn’t compatible with planting—we’re heading right toward winter, so it’ll be several months before we can plant, but the guys will start working over the fields in the interim, learning the lay of the land.
Once I’ve finished up for the day, I head home to shower the dirt and sweat off myself. Just as I’ve finished, Greyson peeks his head into the bedroom.
“Don’t bother getting dressed,” he tells me, looking over my glistening skin, covered only in a towel. “Come to the office.”
I feel my eyebrows furrow. That sounds… ominous. “Have I done something wrong?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’m in a bad mood, and you’re going to cheer me up.”
…Fuck.
The last time he played with me in his office, he reduced me to a sobbing, squirting, incoherent mess. I barely remember the scene after my first few orgasms, though I do remember being so sensitive I couldn’t sit comfortably for a few days.
“It’s not… a punishment. Is it?”
“No, Flower. This is one of the times where I want to play with your beautiful body as a distraction. It is not a punishment… just a fun time for me.”
Trepidation tightens my chest, but there’s excitement there, too.
The things Monster does to me push me far beyond the bounds of exhaustion, but they’re also undeniably hot.
I had a hard time seeing the scenes as anything other than torture when I was still convinced he’d kill or hurt me, but he’s proven me wrong.
“Will you take it easy on me?” I ask.
He grins, extending his hand. “Never.”
I cross the room, clutching my towel with one hand, and take his with the other. He doesn’t waste time; he brings me straight to the office, where several restraints are laid out by the floor, and several toys are waiting on his desk.
“It’s going to be a rough few hours for you,” he says, motioning for me to kneel on the pillow. I inhale a deep breath, steeling myself, and kneel.
He pulls the towel away from my body, slowly exposing my skin to his hungry gaze, and then sets to work strapping me down into an impossible position.
Hands chained to a hook in the floor in front of me.
Ankles in a spreader bar that opens me wide, exposing me to the cool air.
Finally, he draws the diamond collar out of the desk and drapes it over my neck, locking it.
He takes a seat in his chair and bites his fist as he rakes a hungry gaze over me.
My breaths are closer to pants, even though he hasn’t done anything but restrain me.
I can already feel my arousal slicking my pussy and even thighs—so much so it’s unnerving.
I do get off on being restrained. I get off on it so much it’s embarrassing.
“Look at you,” Monster says softly. “Totally immobilized. Stuck in the position I put you in. Completely at my mercy with your tits heaving and your pussy dripping.” He rubs a hand over his jaw. “You are literally my fantasy come to life.”
A rush of power, even in this powerless position, overcomes me. I release a quiet whimper, a shiver running up my spine.
My Monster picks up two items; a tube of something, presumably lube, and an odd metal hook with a small bulge at the end, which makes me wince from the very thought of it. I think… I think that’s supposed to go in my ass.
“This lube is special,” he tells me. “It’s engineered to create a sort of icy-hot sensation that edges you even without stimulation.”
My eyes bulge. Edging? God, it’s the fucking worst.
“Please, Monster,” I breathe. “Not that—”
“Shh,” he interrupts. “You don’t get a say here, Scarlett. You’re my toy right now, and I want to watch my toy suffer until she’s sobbing for an orgasm.”
“Fuck,” I whimper.
“Yeah,” Monster nods. “Feel free to beg however much you want later—it’ll be music to my ears. But I won’t let you come until I’m ready. Got it?”
“Please—”
“Hush. Beg later, once I’ve gotten started.
” He opens the tube, squirts a generous amount of the lube onto his fingers, and then smears it over my pussy.
I gasp and arch at the cool sensation… which quickly turns into a warm heat.
He circles my clit, and instantly, an ache sparks that makes me whine…
but it’s nowhere near as bad as when he pushes it into my pussy, working my G-spot…
and then moves to the puckered hole of my ass.
I jerk at my hands, wriggling; Greyson pinches my nipples.
“Be still. I want to make sure you’re nice and ready.
” He lubes up his hand again, then starts massaging my asshole.
I wince and strain a bit at the discomfort, but there’s no pain.
Only that same, slow heat that starts to travel over my extremities, and forms a ball of tension in my core.
My toes curl when he pushes one finger in my ass, then two, twisting and thrusting them as I moan and jerk and whimper.
“Good girl,” he breathes. “There’s my good girl. It’s time for the hook, Scarlett. It’s not too big, but it’ll be a nice stretch for you. Are you ready?”
“No,” I whine.
“Too bad,” he says pitilessly, and picks up the hook.
A small chain dangles from the end of it, but I’m too turned on to question it, swept beneath the tide of impossible heat caused by the lube.
He can’t keep me like this for long—he can’t.
A few more minutes of this and I’ll be begging him for an orgasm. I’m ready to start begging now.
He presses the end of the cool metal hook against my ass, teasing me with it before applying a firm pressure that makes it sink right in.
The chains binding me in place rattle as I jerk and shift around, gasping and blinking through the jarring sensation.
It’s… strange. It doesn’t hurt, but it stimulates my most forbidden place, and I don’t know how to feel about it.
It isn’t bad, but it’s not… good, either.
I don’t think I’ll ever grow used to it.
“There’s another surprise with this hook,” he whispers in my ear, reaching around my body to cup my breast and massage my nipples.
The hook’s chain rattles before I feel a sudden pressure on my neck, and the next time I jerk, it jostles the hook.
Oh, fuck… he’s attached the chain to my collar.
Any movement from me moves the hook. Just like that…
I’m utterly, completely, totally fucked.
“You’ll stay like this for an hour,” he murmurs. “I’ll set a timer, but you won’t see it. Only I will. I’m sure the hour will feel like days for you.” He tightens the chain from the hook to the collar, and I screech at the burst of sudden sensation, which only pushes me closer to an orgasm.
“We’re just getting started,” he chuckles. “At the end of the hour, I’ll take my payment from you for setting up this little scene… and then you’re going to beg me to fuck your ass.”