Chapter 24
Haven
In all her sexual experience, Haven had only flirted with the idea of bondage. But there were a lot of reasons not to do it.
She didn’t want to be forced to be still for that long.
Her few past lovers were not the type to want to do anything this complicated.
She wouldn’t have trusted them to do it even if they were, and she was usually the one in charge anyway.
She would come faster and better if she took control, and she didn’t have the patience to wait for a man to get the job done.
She’d satisfy them both and then move on – no need for anything complex or lengthy.
And simply, the lovers she took weren’t relationships.
They were vehicles to her pleasure and were promptly forgotten when she was done with them.
But she’d never forget Vytln. She would never get the chance to. He promised he wouldn’t let her get away, and his words didn’t feel like a trap. They didn’t feel like a threat. They seemed more like a sweet reassurance that she would always have a place with him.
She hadn’t had a permanent home since leaving her parents’ and striking out on her own. She didn’t think of it as a sacrifice, because she didn’t feel like she was losing anything.
But now that she had one, now that this trap was closed around her, it was wonderful. It was comfortable. Like a warm hug on a cold day. Welcoming and fleeting only in that it ended sometimes – but it would never fully go away or leave her completely.
She felt the certainty of that silent promise in the silk and chains Vytln bound her in.
Suspended from the ceiling, body tightly secured, she should have felt constrained. Instead, it was like he had crafted a swing for her. A seat to place her in. Yes, she couldn’t move her arms or her legs, but it was so comfortable, so natural, it didn’t feel at all like a trap.
This was a hug. A promise. A kiss so tight it touched her soul. A guarantee that she couldn’t get away, and no one would ever be able to force her away.
And the look in Vytln’s burning eyes…
The fire there had never burned so bright. It scorched along her skin, making every nerve come alive. So alert and sensitive, the very fabric of her clothes seemed to irritate. The flimsy garments that hid her from him were the only things that trapped her now.
But that wasn’t a problem for long. Snarling, Vytln grabbed the neck of her shirt and used his thick, blunt claws to shred it like the cloth had personally offended him.
Her pants met the same end. It wasn’t neat or smooth, but it was quick.
He couldn’t yank the remains away where the chains had them trapped against her, so he just ripped them into pieces.
Leaving her suspended there draped in strips of broken fabric, brightly colored silk, and shiny silver chains.
The air wasn’t cold, but it still sent shivers along her now naked skin, bumps appearing all over her arms and legs, nipples peaking into tight buds that ached with the need for relief.
“Pretty mate,” Vytln said, his voice a low, appreciative growl, as he stroked down her belly with one hand.
The roughness of his thick skin made her tremble as her happy giggles faded into needy pants.
It was such a soft caress, in such direct contrast to how he had roughly handled her while chaining her up in the air, it left her dizzy.
She tried, she really did, to cant her hips up. To arch her back. To move in some way. But she was helpless. She couldn’t do anything but tremble as he wrapped his hand around her thigh and squeezed just hard enough to make it ache. But she loved it.
“Pretty little pest,” he grinned, teeth glinting in the light. “You look so good bare to me like this. I think I’ll keep you this way always.”
“I’m alright with that being,” she chuckled breathlessly, the sound not really a full laugh.
Vytln chuckled too. But it was a much heavier, darker sound. Promising retribution for all the times she’d driven him crazy. All the ways she’d made him lose his mind. All the times she deliberately made choices that she knew would annoy him.
And it felt like a victory. Like she knew this would happen. Like forcing him to bind and punish her for her actions was the whole point.
“We’ll see how sassy you are when I’m done with you,” he promised, releasing his grip and stroking the inner skin of her thigh softly. So softly. Going lower, and lower, but not low enough, until she was whimpering and straining at her bindings, trying to force him to touch her more.
Smack!
She cried out – more from surprise than pain – at the quick whack to her bare bottom. His hand, rough and heavy, left a mark on her that she couldn’t see, but she could feel.
Haven laughed. Victory and relief filling her up. Yes. Yes! That’s what she wanted. She needed him to do it again. She needed him to bind and control her. To make her mind stop. To make the world simple and easy. No thoughts, no questions, just feelings in her body that overloaded her system.
And Vytln was smiling too. Like he saw the truth of it in her gaze. In her reaction. In the way she continued to strain to reach towards him, even in the impossibility of it, seeking more of that incredible pressure and scratching heat.
“Calm yourself,” he said, gently stroking the area he’d just struck. “You will get what you need. But I will take what I need first.”
He was different. He wasn’t gruff and angry and short. He wasn’t snapping. His voice, while still rough, was low and slow, almost soft. Like this control he’d exerted over her, the pleasure and relief he’d given her, was all something he needed as well.
Haven wanted to beg him to spank her again. To not stop until her ass was burning red and so sensitive she felt the blows even when they were done.
But he grabbed his pants at that moment and pulled them apart.
Ripping the fabric away with the same rough care he’d shown hers.
Without chains, there was nothing to stop the shredded remains from falling away, leaving him nude, in a pool of ripped clothes.
Both of his cocks were fully extended, pointing forward, the lower one already dripping burning orange pre-cum.
It was so hot on her skin. What would it feel like inside her?
Huge. Overwhelming. Hot. Definitely hot. A brand inside of her that would mark her as belonging to him.
The idea was intoxicating. She tried to wiggle in her chains but couldn’t move as her pussy throbbed and clenched around nothing. Leaking in anticipation in anticipation of something she could only imagine.
But she didn’t have to wait long for her imagination to become reality.
She realized what he meant by promising to take what he needed first when he grabbed her by the hip and jerked her towards him, pressing the thick head of his upper cock at her entrance, the other sliding back, pressing against the lower part of her ass.
The chains clinked together, the pressure of them trying to pull her back.
He didn’t thrust his hips. No. He pulled her closer.
Making her come to him. Forcing her to take his cock past her entrance.
The tight ring of muscles resisted, but it was a fight she could only lose as he pulled determinedly, forcing her to stretch as she let out a low, keening cry, head falling back, eyes going wide, though she saw nothing.
She could only feel. The pressure. The hint of pain of skin being forced apart wider than it had ever gone before. The heat of his body spearing her through the most sensitive part of hers.
And she had no relief. The head was the smallest part of his cock. It only got thicker the lower he pulled her down. Moving somehow both too slow for her pleasure, but too quick for her pain. She couldn’t adjust to him. She couldn’t adjust to the stretch.
“Yes,” he growled, bouncing her up and down right there on the thickest part in the middle. Forcing her body to stroke his cock like she was a toy suspended for his use. Her hips weren’t meeting his yet. There was still more to go. And the pressure was deep inside her now.
“V-Vytln!” She whimpered, really afraid now that she wouldn’t be able to take it. That this mind spinning combination of pain and pleasure would fry her brain and break her body. “P-Please… Be… Being gentle… please…”
He wasn’t gentle. He couldn’t be. He grunted and snarled, the chains clicking and clinking along with him as he moved her faster. Pushed further. Until she felt him hitting the very back of her channel. Stretching her further than she thought possible.
But there, finally, was some relief at her entrance. The thickest part of his cock was inside her now. The swollen middle moving inside, putting pressure directly on her g-spot as he used her body so rough and harsh. Unapologetic.
And she loved it. She needed to breathe, to adjust, to think. But even as she gasped and panted for him to be gentle, she didn’t actually want it. She never wanted this to stop. To end. Like being suspended in the air for him to claim was her entire purpose in life.
At least for now it was. And she loved all the pleasure, discomfort – every breathless, mind breaking moment of it as, against her weak, empty pleas, he fucked her harder and harder. The moment his hips began smacking against her ass, she gasped, then choked, air caught in her throat.
All of it. He was fucking her with all of his huge dick. How was she not ripped apart inside? How was she not broken?
No. She was broken. A panting, moaning, destroyed little thing as her body and mind shattered with the force of an orgasm exploding through her, so harsh and hot it was bordering on painful.
But he didn’t stop. He didn’t give her a reprieve. He groaned, his entire body tightening as her pussy clamped around his invading length, but he kept going. His hips thrust forward, adding to the force of him pounding her onto him.
Haven was screaming. Head thrashing. Hands clenched tight into fists. Begging and pleading with him. Not to be gentle, but instead not to stop. She couldn’t handle any more of this, but she wouldn’t survive if he stopped.
He grunted. Slamming her down once. Twice.
Then her breath caught as she felt a thick, heavy heat spreading inside her.
Vytln’s fingers tightened against her hips.
His grip shook as he grunted, hips grinding forward with each lash of his cum.
And she could feel it. The heat, the force, the volume of it gathering inside her.
Too soon, far too soon, he pulled himself free. And as hard as it had been to take him, it was worse now that she was left empty. Haven cried out, pussy clenching around air now. Aching with what she didn’t have.
And she was acutely aware of the heat of his cum trickling down through the crack of her ass. Even exposed to the air, it was still so hot…
“Better,” Vytln snarled, satisfaction clear in his voice. She couldn’t see his face. She didn’t have the energy to lift her head from where it had fallen backwards.
“That… that was being…” she gasped.
Smack!
She cried out, a laugh filling the sound, at the sharp spank delivered against her other ass cheek. The sweet rush of endorphins and pleasure and pain all mixing together in a heady cocktail that was making her crazy in the best way.
“I’m not done with you,” Vytln promised. “That was just to take my edge off. Now, you’re getting punished for distracting me earlier.”
Haven couldn’t help it, she smiled in anticipation. A grin that only widened when she felt the next blow land against her tender flesh.