Page 36 of Sinful Palace

“What do you mean?”

“Remember when you said you thought I should mix things up, punishment-wise?” he asked. His voice was low and dangerous. “So you wouldn’t get used to the box.”

“Yes,” I said breathlessly.

“This isn’t a reward, even though it seems like one right now. This is a punishment for your little manipulation attempt earlier.” He forced my chin up again, eyes glittering with a mixture of lust and anger. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with it just because we talked about it for a while, did you?”

“I… I don’t understand,” I said, squirming against the cross.

“You will.”

Pleasure stirred and rose in my lower belly, and my limbs felt weak and loose as I hung in place on the cross, toes curling. I still didn’t understand how this was a punishment. Every inch of me was tingling and pumped for more, dying for release.

Logan clicked a button on the remote again, and the jolting vibrations dulled to a barely-there buzz. It was enough to keep me turned on and desperate for more, but not enough to make me come. No matter how much I squirmed and tried to make myself reach that point, the pleasure only built to a certain level before fading away again.

“Don’t do this to me,” I whispered brokenly, forehead scrunching as my body ached for release. Logan was right. This was torture.

“Have fun, princess,” he said, smacking me on the ass. He placed the remote for the toy on an empty bench right next to the cross, and then he stepped away.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked, panic rising in my voice. “You can’t leave me here like this! Please!”

He turned his head over his shoulder and flashed another wicked smirk at me. Then he shook his head and headed over to the bar. He ordered a drink, took a seat on a leather stool, and completely ignored me.

“Please!” I whimpered. “Logan!”

I wasn’t sure why I bothered making a sound. He was close enough to see me if he wanted to, but the music was so loud there was no way he’d hear anything I had to say.

I let out a strangled cry and arched my back as the vibrations suddenly picked up for a few seconds. My heart was thudding so loud I could hear it as my pussy clenched around the toy. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned, trying to push myself just a little closer toward climax.

The vibrations slowed again, yanking me back from the edge. Frustrated tears stung my eyes and slid down my cheeks. I’d never felt so desperate before. Never felt so empty and unsatisfied despite the fact my pussy was full and my clit was being stimulated. It just wasn’t enough. I was so close yet so far.

I drew in a deep breath as the vibrations intensified again, pulling me back to a heightened state. My legs wriggled, and I used my inner muscles to pulse around the toy, hoping that would be enough to make me come.

It wasn’t. The vibrations died down again only seconds later, eliciting a strangled cry from my throat as the pleasure slipped away.

Deciding to change tactics, I forced my mind away from the situation. I pictured myself doing basic activities that weren’t supposed to bring sexual pleasure. Walking through a quiet forest, drinking a cup of tea, reading a book. Anything but this.

That didn’t work either. Try as I might to ignore the arousal pooling in my core every time the vibrations picked up again, I couldn’t do it. The jolting sensations were too intense, making my clit and nipples ache with the need to come, and heated tingles shot through me every time I moved. I couldn’t pretend I was anywhere but here.

“Oh, god….” I let out another whimper as the pleasure faded again. A fresh set of frustrated tears sprang to my eyes.

Logan remained up at the bar throughout my ordeal. Every few minutes, he turned his gaze to me and stared me down, a cruel smile curving his lips as he watched me moan and struggle, fighting the inescapable pleasure and its inevitable denial. I’d never hated him more.

My thighs were drenched with dripping arousal within an hour, and frustrated sobs wracked my chest. This was worse than any other punishment Logan had ever inflicted on me. When he used to whip me or paddle me down in the old dungeon, I knew what sort of pain to expect, and I knew it had to end after a certain number of strokes unless he wanted to do permanent damage.

This was different. I’d been pushed to the edge and torn away from it at least fifty times now, and there was no end in sight. There was no threat of permanent physical damage if it didn’t stop, either, meaning it didn’t have to cease anytime soon.

Every inch of me tingled and throbbed with delirious need, and I clenched my teeth, still desperately trying to find my release. Sweat coated my skin as I squirmed and thrust my hips and pelvis as much as I could, mirroring the actions of the cage dancers several feet ahead of me.

No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough.

“Need a hand, gorgeous?”

I opened my eyes to see a tall dark-haired man standing in front of me. I looked past him to see Logan still sitting at the bar with furrowed brows, cellphone in one hand. He wasn’t looking at me, and he didn’t seem to have noticed the other man’s approach.

The stranger took a step closer and stroked my face. His breath reeked of bourbon. “You look like you could use some help,” he said.

I shook my head. “No,” I muttered. “I’m fine.”

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