Chapter 25 #3
“Naughty,” he growled, removing the rod and tightening the rope that held her captive. He walked behind her and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. “And naughty girls get punished.” Theron steadied her with his hands on her hips as he pushed the footstool to the very edge of the light.
Aurora gasped, stepping as far back as she could.
With her heels on the back edge of the footstool and her bonds slackened, her heart was racing.
If she leaned forward, her bare breasts would be on display.
There was no space left for Theron to remain in the shadows if he continued as he had in front of her.
“If…if you do this, you’ll bare yourself to the whole city!” she said, a thread of panic threatening.
“Will I?” he asked, leaning over to loop the slack of her bonds around the low wall hook.
He returned, preparing the fourth rod as he had the others.
Except instead of standing in front of her, he skulked around to the spot behind her.
“This sceptre is quite hefty, my queen. I hope you like it as well as the last.”
“Theron,” she moaned.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
She whimpered but obeyed. He teased her this time, coating it with the slick all but running down her inner thighs as he ground it against her bud from behind. He thrust it like that over and over until she was desperate.
“Theron!”
Only then did he test it at her entrance. His invasion was torturously slow, as if he had all the time in the world. As if he would spend a single hour on the first shallow thrust. Aurora shook, panting as if she were running for her life, her heart like a drum in her ears. The thing was enormous.
“Please,” she begged, whether for him to speed up or spare her, she knew not.
Theron pressed gentle kisses to her neck as he slowly pulled the rod out and then pushed it in again, deeper than the last, eliciting a strangled groan.
“I know you can take this, my beautiful queen. You’ve already taken the head,” he whispered in her ear, nipping the tip.
“I can’t,” she whimpered.
Another thrust proved her wrong. It pressed against her walls with mind-numbing friction. She didn’t think she could take more, and yet another thrust seated it deeper inside her. Aurora thought she might lose her mind before the end.
“You can. Your greedy little pussy is taking it so easily.”
“E-easily?!” she cried.
His only answer to her cries was another shallow thrust. Then another. Soon, the fourth rod had her stretched wide and left her soaked with sweat. Once it was fully inside her, Theron gave her a moment to catch her breath. The fullness was maddening. She wouldn’t survive the rest.
“Squeeze your legs together,” Theron rumbled in her ear.
“I…what?” she asked, lust addled.
“You heard me.”
“But—”
“If you do, I won’t move you any closer to the sunlight.”
Shaking and aching for release, she obeyed, whimpering at how much fuller it made her feel. Theron’s reward? A leather belt looped around her thighs and pulled tight, trapping the rod inside her as the flared base bit into her thighs.
“It occurs to me that I’ve neglected your pretty little nipples.”
She could hear the damned smirk in his voice. Bloody bastard. Theron’s hand snaked around her chest and began plucking at the hardened peaks. She couldn’t hold back her mewls of pleasure as he tormented her, pressing his chest against her back.
“Lean on me, my queen,” he urged her.
She did, and it was as slicked with sweat as hers was.
His erection was an insistent prong against her backside, his hand a brand on her chest. Had he hidden behind her so he could pretend he was unaffected?
Time for some payback. As he switched from one nipple to the other, she ground her rear against his erection, biting back a groan as the rod shifted inside her.
He stilled, sucking in a breath. His soft chuckle wasn’t nearly so controlled this time.
“Every time I show you consideration, you push the limits,” he said, his voice threatening.
A shiver of fear rolled down her spine. He allowed her to regain her balance on the footstool before he freed the rope from the bar above the balcony doors.
Without the rope holding her arms aloft, pins and needles prickled as blood flow returned.
She almost considered using it to make a run for it, but his censorious look stopped her short.
Then he jerked the rope. Instead of securing her arms above her head, they now stretched out to the side as he secured the rope to the low wall hook once more.
He resumed his place behind her and put his foot on the stool between her and the hip-high wall hook, stealing precious space from her.
“Bend yourself over my knee.”
“I’ll fall!” she protested. With her legs bound and her arms stretched out awkwardly in front of her, she’d have no leverage if she bent herself over his knee.
“You won’t, because I’ll be busy punishing you. Now. Bend.”
Awkwardly, she complied, whimpering as the rod sifted inside her. Just when she thought she might tip over, his arm banded across her upper chest, holding her securely in place. She sighed in relief, only to feel his free hand delve between her thighs and grip the base of the dildo.
“You never told me just how much you love my gifts, Aurora.”
He pulled the dildo from her slowly. Aurora panted and mewled, trying and failing to wring an orgasm out of it as it pressed against her walls. He stopped short of removing it entirely, the head feeling impossibly wide as it sat still just barely inside her.
“How much do you love your sceptres, my queen?”
“I h-hate them.”
“Truly?” he asked, pressing the rod inside her in one, long, slow thrust.
She moaned, trying to meet the thrust, but every time she thought she would be able to push against it, he adjusted his grip on her shoulders to prevent her.
“Are you certain?” he asked, patting the base of the dildo, sending a shockwave of shivery pleasure through her.
“Ah! Fuck!”
“Tell me you love it,” he commanded, pulling the rod from her once more, faster this time, until only the tiniest fraction of it remained inside her.
“I won’t.”
“So ungrateful,” he sighed, pulling it from her completely.
“Wait!” she cried, bereft from its absence.
The tip touched her entrance once more, a featherlight touch upon her overheated flesh. She craved it like she craved air. The ache inside her was overwhelming. Soon, she knew she would beg for more, no matter if it meant being fully exposed.
“Say it.”
“I l-love them.”
She was rewarded with a brutal thrust that sent a frisson of pleasure all the way down to her toes.
“Please, please, please,” she begged, insensate for more.
“Such sweet begging,” he sighed contentedly.
The thrusts increased in pace, but he was sure to keep the head of the rod from rubbing against the most aching spot inside her.
She whimpered, delighting in the pleasure as much as she cursed him for denying her.
He took her near to the brink and then stopped, removing the fourth rod with torturous ease.
“Ask nicely for your next gift, my queen.”
“P-please Theron.”
“Please, what?”
“Please give me the next sceptre.”
“Will you cherish it?”
“I’ll cherish it,” she whimpered.
He grabbed the next one and handed it to her.
“Hold this.”
As she beheld the next glass rod, her next breath turned shaky.
This was the one as large as Theron. In her hands it looked enormous and weighed enough to bludgeon a man to death.
Theron reached for the oil and poured it over the rod, stroking it to coat it fully.
The oil dripped down her hands and onto the floor.
Setting the oil aside, he unbuckled the belt around her thighs.
Her heart raced as anticipation flooded her.
It had been months since she’d had his cock inside her.
The fullness had been ecstasy. She licked her lips as he took the rod from her and pressed it against her.
“You look so beautiful right now, tied up and eager for me. Tell me how much you want this.”
“I want it so badly,” she mewled, wriggling her hips.
“Good girl.”
The head of the rod was a shockingly tight fit, but she was well past the point of caring.
“Now, we’re not going to have a repeat of last time, are we? You’re going to take this one nice and slowly, aren’t you, Aurora?”
“Yes, please, just do it now,” she begged, near to sobbing.
If she’d thought he’d gone slowly before, it was nothing compared to how leisurely he fed the fifth rod inside her.
If not for its astounding girth, she might have believed he’d refused to do more than merely tease her entrance.
What felt like an hour later, she was stretched as wide as she feared she was physically able.
“Fuck,” she cried.
“You’re doing well,” he praised her warmly. “You’ve taken the whole head.”
“W-what? Just the tip?” she asked, alarmed.
It felt like she had half the damned thing inside her already.
“And now you’re going to take the rest, aren’t you, my love? You’re going to cherish every last bit of my gift, are you not?”
“Merciful Triad,” she sobbed.
“Such a good girl you are, Aurora,” he crooned, his thrusts slow and shallow and driving her mad.
“I c-can’t,” she sobbed.
“And yet your beautiful pussy is swallowing it up.”
It shouldn’t be possible, and every thrust drove it deeper inside her, filling her to the brim. Only that fullness could take the edge off the ache, the overwhelming need for release.
“I need to come,” she cried. “Please!”
“Shhh. Soon, I promise.”
“Theron!” she wailed.
She didn’t care how pathetic she sounded. No one could be expected to hold out this long. The next thrust was deeper, faster. Her gasp was sharp, keening, needy. If he did that again, she was going to see stars.
“I th-thought you loved me,” she protested.