Page 21 of Broken Princess
“I… I want to touch myself.”
I needed some pressure on my clit. Now that my fantasies weren’t working, it was the only thing that would make this experience slightly bearable.
Logan always knew how to do that to me; how to blend the pain with pleasure so I could take it all and enjoy every moment. This was different. It was pure agony without an ounce of pleasure, and I felt as if I would lose my mind if it didn’t stop.
“No,” Jamie said, folding his arms across his chest. “You need to get used to this. Like I said, it’s for your own good.”
I fought the restraints as much as possible. “Please!” I said, tears rolling down my stinging cheeks. “It’s too much.”
He smirked. “Sounds like it’s exactly what you need.”
All of a sudden, he turned and strode away. I shrieked after him. “Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving you alone for now, so you can think about what I’ve said.” He reached into his pocket and pressed something. The toy in my pussy and ass started buzzing intensely, doubling the pain.
“No!” I begged. “Please… turn it off!”
“Not until you’re ready to listen and behave properly.”
With that, he turned the light off, stepped out of the torture chamber, and slammed the door behind him.
My body shook on the chair, pain spiking at every nerve ending as the toy kept pulsing inside me. I sobbed and moaned and whimpered, desperately wishing I could get used to the horrible sensation for just a few seconds, but it only got worse and worse.
Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as the blinding agony shook me. All I could think about was how overconfident and naïve I was when I stubbornly claimed that I could take it all without breaking.
Of course I was going to break. This was too much for anyone to handle.
When the door finally flew open again, my voice was gone and my spirit was utterly crushed.
“It’s been three hours,” Jamie said, stepping over to the chair. “How do you feel?”
I was in so much pain I barely heard his voice. I lifted my chin, staring up at him through glassy eyes. “Please,” I croaked. “Stop it.”
“I can’t yet,” he said. “I need to hear you say it first.”
“Say what?”
“That you’re giving in,” he replied, crouching in front of me. “So tell me, Willow… are you ready?”
I licked my parched lips and closed my eyes as tears welled in them again. “Yes,” I whispered brokenly, chest heaving. “I’m ready.”
