Page 52 of All Hallows Game

My hips jerked. Tor laughed.

I’d never known this side of him, never even glimpsed the cruelty in him, but it hit every dark, secret fantasy I’d nourished for years, and I wanted more. I wanted every slicing comment, every filthy name, every low laugh. I couldn’t look away from him, relaxed and cocky and utterly focused on me. I couldn’t breathe.

Tor’s jaw clenched when he leaned back an inch, danger in the flash of his eyes. “I thought I told you to fucking breathe.”

He adjusted the angle of the wand until I cried out, forced to haul in a breath, then another. The breaths turned to moans when his mouth dragged down my chest, teeth scraping around my nipples as he pressed the wand directly over my clit. Like he knew its exact placement even through my underwear. My back arched, moans pouring freely as pleasure pounded through me, building to a destructive point.

I half expected him to rip the vibrations away before I could come, but Tor just smiled as I crashed over the edge, shattering into a thousand trembling, gasping pieces. My eyes slid shut as he took the wand away, leaving me to shudder through the aftershocks. Goddamn.

I protested when his weight slid off me, but he was back only moments later so I didn’t bother opening my eyes, another flash of pleasure rocking my pussy when he tugged my left nipple into a firm point.

I was too relaxed, lulled into safety by the orgasm. Cold, searing sensation bit into my nipple without warning, tearing through all my nerves. I screamed, flailing, pulling at every one of my bindings. My eyes flew open in time to watch Torment’s smirk form as he watched me struggle and scream.

The flash of silver I’d glimpsed earlier was a fucking nipple clamp, and now its teeth were locked around my nipple, a chain dangling down my stomach. I’d never wished for less sensitive boobs in my life but I cursed them now. My vision wavered with tears.

“Tell me your safe word if you want to stop,” he said, but like a taunt, like a dare. When I remained silent, only drooling around the ball gag, he laughed. “You like being hurt too much to stop, don’t you, my sick, pretty girl?”

I panted fast, blinking back tears. “No,” I said around the gag. I shook my head as he lifted another clamp.

“No?” Tor laughed, his hand skimming my thigh and making me jump. God, even his hand on my knee made my body spark and come alive, and it was insane that it felt good even as my nipple was screaming. “That’s not your word, and you know it.”

My back arched and I struggled against the ropes when he locked the clamp around my other nipple, my head thrashing from side to side, my whole body fighting against the assault.

“You asked for this, pretty girl,” he said with obvious enjoyment as he watched me scream and writhe. “You wanted all of me unleashed.”

“I hate you,” I tried to say, glaring at him.

My whole body electrified when he raised an eyebrow, the expression on his face deadly. I wanted him inside me right now. I throbbed, ached, pleaded.

His warm fingers skimmed my belly and lower, brushing the edge of my underwear. “Do I strike you as a man who is finished with you, beautiful? Do you think it’s smart to look at me like that when I’ve barely even begun to torture you?”

I bit the gag, my hips kicking, desperation a beating drum inside me.

“Do I?” he demanded, his voice rising.

The butterflies were back.2 I shook my head, and realised the sharp slice of pain through my nipples had eased, replaced by an overload of sensation.

“No,” I replied.

“No,” he agreed, brushing the cotton hem of my underwear to dissolve them at the same time he reached for the wand. “You didn’t manage to soak the entire fabric, so we’ll have to go for soaking the whole bed.”

My eyes flashed to his, panic widening them. Tor’s sharpened with satisfaction. Your fear is so pretty for me. Look in my eyes, let me see it. I let even more show, let the panic become true, primal fear, and even though we both knew I was acting, Tor shuddered.

He gripped my inner thigh, pressing deep into muscle and skin, as if he needed to hold me down, as if I wasn’t tied up at his mercy. The wand returned to my clit with the barrier of my underwear gone, and my gasp caught in the back of my throat. My body erupted in flames, the orgasm so close with the way he looked at me, spoke to me, handled me.

“Oh god,” I slurred around the gag, my eyes wide at the sparks shooting through my nerves. So, so good. “Stop. Please.”

“No,” Tor replied firmly, a darkness in his eyes that pushed me so far over the edge that my whole body arched off the bed, my eyes rolling back. “I decide when to stop,” he said when I crashed back to the mattress, trembling and limp. “I’m in control of every fucking part of you.”

I could only whine an agreement, teeth biting into the gag when the vibrations continued. My stomach hollowed. Heat gathered, surging, violent. Tor reached up for one of the chains, lightly tugging on the clamp on my nipple, and my mouth hung open, drool sliding down my chin as I shattered for a third time.

“So fucking pretty when you come for me,” Tor said, his voice a shiver-inducing blend of cold control and tenderness. He put the wand aside, the vibrations a continued threat, and stroked up and down my pussy with his thumb, making my hips buck at the slow stimulation as I came back down. “I’m gonna need a colour, Cat.”

My eyes fluttered, so many sensations warring for my attention—the clamps around my nipples, tugging every time my chest rise and fell; the slow, luxurious glide of his thumb on my tingling pussy; the burning heat where his other hand had come to rest on my knee.

Any sane person would have said amber. A truly well-balanced person would have said red and called it a day. But I was neither. I was desperate for anything that felt good, desperate for Tor, for more, for the blistering pleasure that obliterated not only my anxiety and fear but any memories I had of what scared me. There was no space for real fears when my mind was full of pretend monsters. Tor didn’t scare me; deep down, I knew I was safe, and with my colours, I was in complete control. But that was the only thing I wanted to control. Tor could take everything else. Erase every part of me until all that was left was relief and pleasure.

Even with the clamps and the ropes and the dark look in his brown eyes, I didn’t hesitate. “Green.”

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