Page 36 of Take Me

He pumps in and out, drawing out my lust in no time, making me spasm and jerk against the leather straps.

“That’s right,” Mikhail says. “Struggle all you want. Feel how helpless you are.”

I moan at his words. I’m a bit shocked at how easily my brain shuts off these days, but I don’t linger on it. There’s no use berating myself. It would only bring me more misery. And with the hood over my head, it’s easy to pretend this is all a dream.

So I keep bucking, finding comfort in the unforgiving restraints. They free me from my mind with the knowledge that I’m powerless. Nothing I do will get me out of this predicament. The only thing I can do is let go. So I do just that. I let my moans flow free as I give in to the pulsing pleasure thrumming at my core.

“Pl—please, Sir,” I stammer through the staggering need. “Can I come?”

“Not until I say so,” he growls, and I expect him to pull out, but instead he picks up speed.

I strain my fingers against the wood and curl my toes as an orgasm threatens to rip through my body. “I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t you dare,” Mikhail snarls, and I can almost see the cruel sneer on his lips. And God, it drives my need even higher. But somehow, I manage to hold it in, tightening my muscles at my core to keep the sensations from exploding.

The energy swirls in my body, quicker and quicker, spinning my head and driving me insane.

“Please,” I beg again, but the answer remains the same.

“No.”

“Argh.”I strain into the straps, my entire body convulsing as he keeps finger-fucking me with unmerciful speed. I have no idea how I’m not coming. It takes everything I have to hold the orgasm back, and the next few minutes feel like the longest of my life.

“Come!” Mikhail suddenly barks, and it’s like a spark to a pool of gasoline. The orgasm explodes at my core, shooting heat waves through my entire body, making me spasm and jerk with a force that has the straps digging deep into my skin. But I barely notice. All I feel is the painful pleasure that rips through me with the force of a high-caliber gun, tearing apart everything in its path.

When Mikhail removes his fingers and steps aside, I slump against the straps, panting hard and spasming every now and then when an aftershock rips through me.

“Do you want me to begin?” Dax asks.

“Go ahead,” Mikhail replies.

“What? No? What?” I stutter on bated breaths. I’m not sure what I thought, but as my brain kicks in, I remember what happened in this chair the last time, and my muscles tense with fear. I’m already exhausted. “I can’t take anymore.”

Mikhail brushes his knuckles over my arm, and his voice is laced with amusement as he says, “I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice,Koshechka.But you’re welcome to try if you’d like.”

“No, no, no.” I jerk with each staggered protest, and defeat is like a blow to the gut as I barely move an inch. All I manage is a little wriggling and some flapping of my hands. My voice rises to a high pitch as Dax smears lube onto my pussy and positions the dildo, pushing the tip inside me. “Please…” I whimper, not knowing what to beg for. I know nothing I say will make him stop, and I also know I can’t take one more round of sexual torture, shut inside the darkness, alone with my screams and the constant painful pulsing in my body. Something inside me will break for good. “Please… will you just stay? Just stay with me,” I say as I remember the cold loneliness with a clarity that bites into my fragile mind. Dax positions the vibrator against my clit, and I add a desperate, “Please, Sir.”

Mikhail hums and strokes his hand over my chest and across my collarbone. “Sure,Koshechka.Since you ask so sweetly. This is not a punishment. And I want to be here and oversee the training myself.”

“Thank—” A yelp breaks off my words as the dildo starts moving, slowly pushing into me. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Ah!” I cry out as the vibrator comes alive against my clit. I thought the first orgasm had sated me more than plenty, but suddenly, my core is humming again, pleasure coiling tight within me and sending me toward the edge with frightening speed.

“Good girl. So horny. So ready to take.” Mikhail places a finger on each of my nipples and draws circles with a light touch. “Would you like to come again?”

“Yes, please. Yes, Sir,” I pant as his touch sends shivers through me, adding to the swirling heat at my core.

He pinches my nipples lightly, making me moan from an erotic twinge of pain. I sense Dax hovering right beside me, and feeling the presence of both men is a relief unlike anything. And Mikhail adds to my relief as he says, “You may come.”

A long moan seeps from my mouth as I give in to the vibrations on my clit, clenching my inner walls around the dildo that keeps moving, in and out. The pace is slow, but my body is strummed so tight that I slip straight onto the edge. But just as I press into the vibrator, about to fall over, Mikhail removes his hands, and something snaps onto my nipples, biting hard and deep into my sensitive nubs.

A raw wail rips from my throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut as agony eradicates the pleasure. The orgasm breaks off just as it had started rolling, and I break into tears as the pulsing at my core turns painful and the clamps on my nipples keep squeezing, sending constant jolts through my body. I jerk and twitch against the restraints, but this time for a whole different reason.

“Shh,Koshechka,”Mikhail soothes, stroking my stomach gently. “Take the pain for me.”

Biting my lips, I shake my head against the straps. “I can’t.”

“Oh yes, you can. I know you want to please me.”

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