Page 56 of All Hallows Game

“You love this. Say it.”

“No,” I whispered, my stomach fluttering, my heart quickening. I was all out of orgasms, but still so turned on that it hurt. I couldn’t keep coming. My clit was so overstimulated it throbbed with sharp complaint every time I came, and I was wrung out. But with every word from his mouth, he worked me back up until I was squirming and needy. The cold commands were my undoing.

Tor’s gaze sharpened, predatory and chilling. He wrapped the chain of the nipple clamp around his finger; cold shot through me. “Say it.”

I swallowed. Shook my head. “I hate this. I hate you.”

Tor laughed, low and rumbling. “Do you know what bad girls get for lying?”

I wet my bottom lip. “No,” I whispered.

“They get punished.”

The look on his face made my heart gallop.

“Tor…” I breathed when he picked up the vibrator again, but when he turned it back to the lowest setting, I decided I could take it, and it couldn’t be so bad if—

He pressed the wand to my entrance, vibrations shuddering through his fingers into my pussy and taunting my clit, reminding it how insane and torturous it would feel when it reached there. I groaned, my head falling back as his fingers stroked inside me. A tremor went through my legs, and not just because the wand sent fierce ripples through them.

“Look at you,” Tor murmured as his fingers slid out of me. “All stretched out like a good little slut.”

“I—” My eyes widened when the wand pressed against my throbbing entrance, sending sensation deeper. “Tor…”

He was trying to kill me. I should have realised he was serious about breaking me apart. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip so hard I drew blood as he stretched me around the wand’s huge tip. My eyes crossed so hard I feared I’d be permanently cross-eyed as he eased it deeper.

“This is—ommgod—I can’t—”

“Colour,” Tor snapped. “Now.”

My head threw back, my neck strained as vibrations reached deeper than I’d ever dreamed possible. The wand jerked forward, almost inside. “Shut—up.”

He leaned over me, his hand snapping around my throat, fingers pressing on either side until I floated pleasantly. “I’m serious, Cat. Give me a fucking colour.”

“Green. So, so green.”

It was yellow-green for sure, but god I couldn’t pass up the promise of another climax. Even if it killed me.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned, fingers dropping to stroke my nipple where the clamp bit into me. “Scream for me now.”

I couldn’t do anything but scream when he removed the clamp, pain cutting through me like a lightning bolt, swiftly followed by the hot, soothing suction of his mouth.

My whole lower half shook like I was possessed, the wand torturing places that had never known such stimulation as it. My hands ended up wrapped around Tor’s biceps, carving grooves with my fingernails as I lost the power of speech, of thought, of movement. I had no control over my groans, my loud moans of pleasure when the head of the wand finally popped inside me and—

I was gone, shaking so hard my entire body convulsed, my toes curled, and pleasure burned away everything I’d been. All that was left were tears and gasping and vibrations. So much pleasure I couldn’t stand it, but deeper than all the orgasms before it, offering the oblivion he’d promised me.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours. I distantly felt the wand gently removed from me, heard Tor’s sigh of deep relief, like he got what he needed, too. Warm hands untied my ankles and massaged the blood back into my legs, the warm mouth returning to my nipple until I melted into the bed, pain swept away.

After a while, other senses returned, and I realised Tor was speaking to me in low, soothing tones, praising me over and over.

“So perfect for me, Cat. You are so, so beautiful when you come for me. You are everything I needed, everything I wanted and more. My beautifully submissive pussy cat.”

A laugh escaped through my nose. “That name’s still ridiculous,” I rasped, sighing when Tor gathered me into his arms, cradling me to his chest as he sat back against the headboard he pinned my hands to.

He buried a hand in my hair, massaging the back of my neck as his chest expanded with bigger breaths. A kiss skimmed my cheekbone. “You okay, beautiful?”

“My pussy’s fluttering. I think you broke all my muscles.”

He snorted. “Promised to break you, didn’t I?”

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