Page 235 of I Will Break You

“Turn around.”

Shuffling atop the screens, I give him my back. Xero makes me clasp my hands at the base of my spine while he wraps the belt twice around my biceps before securing them with a clink of the buckle. My nipples tighten with anticipation and shivers skitter across my skin. I can’t get enough of him when he takes charge.

He returns to my front and crouches down to eye level. “Give me your foot.”

I bring my left foot forward, which he rests on his thigh. He ties one end of the rope beneath my kneecap and the other around my ankle. It’s made of silk fibers which feel luxurious against my skin, but nothing compares to his touch. Each brush of his fingers sends tingles straight to my core.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice breathy.

“Getting you in the best position for the cameras,” he replies with a smirk.

My pulse quickens as he pulls me to my feet, gathering the two lengths of rope to loop them over a hook in the ceiling. I’m standing on one foot with the other raised like a ballerina, my arms bound behind my back, and my torso tilted to the right.

Xero takes the final length of rope, winds it around the belt and secures it up above. Then he moves behind me, takes hold of my lead, and pulls me into his bare chest.

“Umm… Xero?” I ask. “What about my panties?”

Cool metal grazes my skin, making me regret asking. After attaching my lead to the ceiling, he slices through the waistband of my underwear, letting the fabric fall loose. Cool air swirls around my pussy, making the muscles of my core clench with need. Then Xero cuts through the other side of my underwear and gathers it in his fist.

“I should have brought more rope,” he growls. “Because you look so pretty tied up and spread nice and wide for me to fuck.”

“Oh, God,” I moan.

“That’s right, little ghost. And tonight, I’m going to make you cry out for divine intervention. Now, open wide.”

He stuffs the wet panties between my lips and clamps a hand over my mouth, muffling my protest. As I try to thrash, he turns my head toward the screens on my left.

“See this dripping cunt? It’s mine.”

I peek through my lashes at my pussy reflected in multiple screens. It’s never looked so swollen or wet or red. The sight of all that arousal streaming down my inner thigh makes me groan into my makeshift gag.

He runs a thick finger over my clit, detonating every pleasure center, before sliding that digit into my pussy.

“And this wet little hole. That’s mine, too,” he says, his hot breath fanning the back of my neck.

I don’t know where to look, because he’s everywhere. Standing behind me like a specter at my back, his presence filling every screen. His cock grazes the inside of my raised thigh, the metal of his Prince Albert cooling my skin.

My inner muscles spasm around his thick digit, needing more. My standing leg trembles, threatening to buckle under the intensity of all this teasing. I cry out, but the sound is muffled by the lace panties he’s stuffed in my mouth.

“What’s that, little ghost?” he says with a smirk. “Use your words.”

I grind the fabric between my teeth. If he didn’t have his hand clamped over my mouth, I might spit out my underwear and speak. Instead, I let out a muffled plea and squirm within his grasp.

Pulling his finger out of my pussy, he lines up the pierced head of his cock with my opening. His free hand traces over my breasts before pulling my nipple taut.

“Is this what you want?”

I give him a frantic nod and groan through the gag.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl, I suppose I can give you a reward.”

He pushes into my pussy with agonizing slowness, his piercing adding another layer of pleasure to my over sensitized nerves. The cool metal rubs against my flesh, making me moan into my lace gag, and my right leg trembles with the strain.

“You like that, little ghost?” he asks, pressing deeper. “You like it when I tie you up and take control of what’s mine?”

I can only answer with a stifled nod, my eyes watering.

His wicked laugh resounds in my ears. “I’ll take that as an enthusiastic yes.”