Chapter 31
“I’m staying,” Angus repeats to his brother.
“Stay, see if I care. I just helped you fuck her, you can watch me have my fun with her now.”
Jacob moves to my side on the bed and pulls out his flip knife and begins flipping it. “Bet you missed this?” he asks. My eyes widen in terror but he catches the look and runs the flat of the blade along my jawline and mutters in a low voice that only I can hear.
“Relax little whore, I’m going to make you scream in pain and pleasure,” he says with a sadistic grin that reaches his eyes and I swear I see flames burn in them.
In one quick motion he’s on the bed and kneeling between my open legs, I couldn’t move them even if I wanted to.
In a way, I don’t want to move or be anywhere but here.
I want to see what fun Jacob can have with my body, the curious sick part of my brain wants to know anyway.
The rational side is freaking the fuck out.
What good would Angus really be if Jacob flipped out and started carving me up?
I have to remind myself that despite Jacob’s cruel demeanour, he has not intentionally hurt me other than with his words.
Turning his attention to my breasts he begins to slice into the plastic—so carefully I barely feel the knife meet my skin as he creates a circle and pulls the plastic away over one breast. The relief on my face must be palpable.
He moves across to my other breast and delicately slices and moves the knife through the plastic like water.
He pulls both my breasts through the plastic which must look so lewd—me, lying there unmoving with both my breasts poking out of the plastic and come seeping out of my back hole.
All I can think is, Thank goodness James will never see me like this.
I don’t think he would be able to stomach it.
But somehow, I can. I want to know what Jacob does next and it’s not long before I find out.
He smiles wickedly before moving off the bed, my eyes follow him until he pulls out a small toiletry sized bag from the drawer under the table.
He moves back to the bed and says to me, “You remember the deal, no pleasure before pain with me. Can you handle it Roxy or do you want me to stop and hand you back over to Angus?”
He knows I want to see what he’s going to do, he’s calling me out on it.
Playing games to see if I’ll bail on him, show him I’m not up to the kind of kink he enjoys.
But he’s got me, I have no intention of bailing, I have no intention of not walking out of this job without the full million dollars.
Jacob has met his match with me; I’m here for whatever he’s got to give, and I’m ready to take all of it. I want to take it, especially with him.
“I can handle it, Master,” I reply but I fear there was a little too much cockiness in my reply. Can I handle it?
“Knew you couldn’t resist my little whore masochist.” He beams at me, but I can see the relief in there too.
He opens the toiletry bag and pulls out a piece of thin twine.
I know exactly what he’s about to do with it before his right hand reaches for my breast and pulls it out of the plastic wrap.
He curls it around and around the base of my breast and then pulls out the left breast to wrap the twine around it too.
My breasts are then painfully tied together resembling two angry circles of flesh tied together, my nipples darkening to two purple points.
The twine biting into my skin creates a deep throb from the ache of it.
Whilst it is uncomfortable, it’s not too painful.
It’s more thrilling as excitement trickles down my body to my clit that aches to be touched.
My mind travels back to my first job as a playmate and how much I loved my breasts being tied up like this and then how the eight men did the same on our final evening together.
Breast play is definitely my kink, there is no doubt in my mind.
Sitting back on his hunches, Jacob admires his work, my two bulbous breasts purpling from the restricted circulation.
He reaches for my straining nipples and pinches them painfully, pulling a yelp from my throat in reaction.
“I’m going to enjoy your noises,” he says watching my reaction as he tugs at them and a whimper escapes my lips.
Letting them go, he pulls out a packet that he tears open with his teeth and pulls out a wipe.
I stop breathing. I know what he’s about to do to me.
He runs the wipe across the taut skin on both breasts.
Jacob is so different to Hugh, more focused on the pain than the art.
He will be sure to hurt me and take pleasure from it.
How much pain can I tolerate from this man?
Discarding the antiseptic wipe, he picks up a packet and tears it open laying it on the bed beside my wrapped shoulder.
I watch in horror as he picks up a needle and brings it close to my skin.
He runs the point along the outline of my nipple turning my breathing ragged.
I feel a sharp pain as he presses the needle straight into my breast. No gradual threading it into my skin.
Just a stab and he’s left it poking out of my skin.
“What the fuck!?” falls out of my mouth before I have time to remember who I’m speaking to.
“I think you’d better remember how to address me before I put one of these needles through your lips to keep your mouth shut.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” I blurt out, but he’s grinning sadistically.
“I like the idea of sewing up that pretty little mouth, take another step out of line and I’ll do it,” he dares me. There is not a chance in hell he’s sticking needles into my lips, I bite my tongue every time he sticks another needle into my swollen breasts.
Stab after painful stab, Jacob pushes needle after needle into my aching breasts.
The more he does it, the more obscene it is as my throbbing breasts now resemble a pin cushion.
They pulse and ache and sting with every needle entering my skin.
The feeling of anticipation and relief from every needle that enters my skin is fucking with my head.
I like the pain; I like that Jacob is enjoying my pain.
And worst of all, my pussy is enjoying my pain.
He’s getting off on it and I can feel the liquid heat building inside of me.
It feels like he’s spent an hour tearing open packet after packet of needles, all of which are sticking painfully in my tied breasts. There is barely any skin left that does not have needles protruding out. But there are two spots left.
“I’ve saved the best for last little whore. You’d better watch as I do this. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
Jacob opens a packet of thicker needles, smiling mercilessly back at me, “Are you ready?” he asks.
“No,” I gasp.
“I think you are.”
I only whimper in response as he pulls my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and threads the needle straight through the middle and out the other side. I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood as tears begin to fill in my eyes and then overflow down my cheeks.
“That’s my girl,” he remarks, “taking everything I have got for her.” He takes out another needle and threads it through the same nipple in the opposite direction and I howl in pain.
“That’s right, hurt for me. I want to hear your pain,” he says as he pinches my other nipple, not holding back as he threads it straight through the peak and out the other side.
My sobs burst out of me, my lips trembling along with my body as he picks up one more needle.
Smirking, he pulls at my left nipple which has only one needle inside and pushes the second one straight through, not even trying to ease the pain.
“All done little whore, you really do suit your name now. I fucking love the way you look right now.”
Through an avalanche of tears spilling out of my eyes, I see him tug off his clothes and line himself up at my entrance.
I’m slick with want and need so he slides in easily.
A groan escapes him as he pushes so hard he bottoms out in one thrust. He pumps into me over and over again; he lowers his body dangerously close to the needles sticking out of my breasts to lick up the tears spilling down my cheeks.
Another groan escapes him as he lowers slightly more and feels the needle tops on his torso.
A new sob rises in my throat as I feel Jacob’s body precariously close to the needles sticking out of my breast. He lowers barely a millimetre and I feel the needles he’s closest to dig deeper into my skin.
“Please no more, Master,” I blubber as he raises his heavy-lidded eyes to meet my watery ones.
He lifts his body higher onto his hands and speeds up his rhythm, the intensity of his look, the needles jiggling as my body moves underneath him and the pain and pleasure all mix in my veins.
I almost can’t take any more sensations as my climbing orgasm reaches its peak and I shatter around him, clamping his cock inside of me.
My whole body shudders and ripples with pleasure that comes in wave after wave of pure ecstasy and tears start up again in response to so many emotions racking my body right now.
My watery eyes meet Jacob’s, I see his desire etched over his face as he stills and pulses inside me.
In that moment I see Jacob, I see him as the man with everything else stripped away.
Just the two of us together in this insane bubble of torture and pleasure.
He looks beautiful when he isn’t being so cruel or wearing his anger as armour.
I see him and he sees me, I know it’s only a moment, but this shared moment is by far the one I will cherish most from this job.