Chapter 32 #2
Starting at my knee, the finger returns by gliding up, up, up toward my core. My clit surges, needy to be touched. Urgent desire fills me, and I scoop my hips low to try to get it closer to where I need it.
Instead, I scream and bite the ball as a flattened palm smacks my bare pussy, now soaked and growling with hunger.
Is it him? Is it Aiden? The musty scent of the dripping walls covers up any other smells. I can’t make out his breathing in this hollow space.
Concern grows that perhaps some other Theta found me here.
Or worse…Aiden decided to let his brothers use me, as he threatened once before.
My neck arches toward the ceiling as something wet and slick licks up my pussy from bottom to top. Back bows. Breathing pants. With some effort, I attempt to squeeze my knees together, trying to get that tongue to do it again.
And it does. With force this time. Flicking lightly, tapping, teasing at my pulsing clit until I’m spitting, begging through the gag to please do more. Everything stops, and the figure doesn’t move. Not until I whimper with frustration.
Then, the face plunges into my pussy with ferocity.
Teeth gather the tissue and bite. Gnawing.
Slashing with the tongue, which is then joined by fingers.
Long digits delve deep inside me, another, then another, until I’m stretched wide by at least four.
They spread, hook, and force their way in.
Almost turning into a fist. A full hand…
It’s not gentle.
And it’s just the way I like it.
Heat rises in my core so strongly, I fear the plummet.
Sloshing, spitting, squishy sounds fill the air, as well as the scent of my arousal. My hands yearn to pull the fingers back, to slow them down, to get away from the intense pressure.
But all I can do is give in.
My inner muscles quiver, threatening to clamp on the hand punching inside me. As a deep wail relinquishes from my chest, everything stops. The fingers slither out. Mouth disappears. And the peak of my orgasm is truncated until I sob.
Tears trickle down my face as I cry, missing the feeling of fullness.
Some clothes rustle, and the bed dips as hairy thighs lace beneath mine, and the need I had is replaced with a firm cock as it thrusts deep inside of me.
A throaty grunt is all I hear, and it sounds like Aiden, but I can’t be sure.
Not until the tie is ripped from my eyes and I’m staring into the icy glare of the man who controls my body.
One of his palms plants against the stone wall above the headboard while the other grips my neck. Hips work at a rapid pace, sweat pouring from his forehead and bare chest onto my naked body.
I want to curl around him. I want to touch him, feel him. But all he gives me is his cock. And the hand holding me steady to take every inch of him.
“The next rule,” he huffs out. “You’ll only come when I say you can. No touching yourself. Only I get to make you come. Got that? Nod for me, my nasty slut.”
Holding his eyes with my own, I do. I do. I… I can’t help but surge with pleasure. It’s inevitable, and he knows it.
To stop it, he removes the grasp on my neck and slaps my cheeks. “Focus on me. Not until I say.”
Through the gag, I beg him. Pleading. It’s going to happen. There’s no stopping—
He reaches under the pillow next to my head and flashes a tiny instrument…
A syringe. With a sly smirk and a tap on the bottom, some liquid spews from the lengthy needle.
My eyes widen as my heart pounds with terror and the ecstasy pouring through my body.
“Come for me, baby. Go ahead…”
As I tense with the impending torrent of bliss, something sharp pricks the skin beneath my ear.
Aiden leans over and whispers, “You’re going to want to be asleep for this.”
Waves of my orgasm wash over me as tingles overtake every cell in my body. Until I go numb…
Then succumb to the darkness.
Pain. It’s everywhere.
Not sharp, but dull and aching. Muscles tender and skin stinging with discomfort.
Warmth covers me as I attempt to blink heavy eyelids. The visions in front of me are blurred and shifting. A heavy white blanket covers my body.
I’m still in the dungeon, that I know. I can smell it.
My mouth is arid, begging for a drink. And it’s strange, but I think I can even taste a drop of moisture. Eventually, I get my head to move and spot a bottle of water. Some food. And other things on a tray next to the bed.
A deep groan of relief hits me as I realize I’m not bound anymore. But still…
Something hurts.
Leather creaks around my neck. When I raise my hands, I hit the lock of my old collar.
Tightening my abs, I attempt to sit and whimper with agony. Headache. Arms hurt, and even my fingers are stiff. Stiff…with something.
I finally wake enough to stare down at myself, still naked.
But bound to my left hand, on my ring finger, is a gold wedding band. Shining and unrepentant in its vow. When I attempt to remove it, I gasp. It feels…glued to my bone. Every tug takes some skin with it.
“Asshole,” I sneer.
Worse…that’s when I see a puncture in my upper arm. Still red and sharp. A wound that’s been closed with a few black sutures.
Fingers lift to feel around, frantically searching the area.
I lose my breath.
He cut out my birth control.
A deep and deranged voice rings through the space as Aiden speaks through the iron bars of the door.
“Congrats, Mrs. Cardell… You’re about to become a mother. Again.”