Page 37 of Take Me

I want to deny it, but I can’t. And as the pain transforms into waves of heat, it stirs my submission. It might often be hidden beneath layers of shame and learned dos and don’ts, but I do want to please. I crave it. And not just Nikolai who took my submission with consent. I want to please these brutal men too, who have taken my life and everything I was and made me into this helpless, needy creature. So I part my lips and let out the truth. “Yes. I do. I do want to please you.”

“Good girl.” Mikhail awards me with gentle strokes on my stomach. His light touch raises goosebumps on my sensitive skin, and I start moaning again as pleasure builds anew. “You may come,” Mikhail says.

“Thank you, Sir,” I pant as I steer straight for the precipice. “Thank you. So much.”

An orgasm brews at my core, just about to explode when Mikhail tells Dax, “Take off the clamps.”

The words do nothing to reduce the building tension, but what has it shattering once more is when Dax removes the clamps and blood flows back into my sore nipples, giving rise to a whole new wave of throbbing pain.

“No!” I scream as my orgasm once again crashes and my mind threatens to give in under the pressure of it all.

“Oh, yes. We’re gonna keep going like this until you come despite the pain. You’re gonna be such a goodshlyukhathat can come on command no matter what happens.”

“I can’t.” I try to shake my head against the straps as defeat chokes me up. “I just can’t.”

“Don’t worry,Koshechka.I’ll help you get there.”

“No, it won’t work.” I yelp as the vibrations intensify, and the pulsing heat coils tight once again. “I can’t!” I scream as frustration blots out everything else, knowing they’re going to take this orgasm too.

“Yes, you can. I promise I’ll get you there,” Mikhail says. “Now be a good girl and take that orgasm you so badly want.”

“No!” I scream, but the sound morphs into a moan as the dildo speeds up, fucking me quickly and deeply. I strain so hard against the straps that they dig into my skin as I spasm with an onsetting orgasm, but once again, Dax kills it with the clamps.

I scream through the bag as pain, frustration, hot need, and anger coalesce inside me. The vibrations and the dildo slow down, yet I keep screaming. It’s all I can do to get the emotions out. Being strapped down tight, I can’t even put up a physical fight. So I keep screaming, coughing in between as my throat becomes raw.

They go two more times, intensifying the vibrations, shoving me onto the edge, and killing my orgasm with the clamps. I grow more desensitized to the pain as the pleasure keeps pulsing within me, but they seem to adjust the tightness of the clamps, and it hurts like hell every time they put them on or take them off.

“Stop!” I yell as one of them pulls at the clamps, sending stabs of pain through my overly sensitive nipples. “I fucking hate you! Both of you!”

I vaguely notice something swish through the air just before a hand connects with my cheek and Mikhail’s voice booms into the room. “That’s no way to talk.”

The shock reverberates through me and sends tears to my eyes. Pulling against the wrist straps, I want to lift a hand and cover my burning cheek, but all I can do is sit there and take it. The hopelessness of it all sears deep inside me, and a sob wrenches from my throat, sending me into full-on crying.

“Stop, please stop,” I whimper between sniffles, my chest shaking against the straps. “I can’t take anymore.”

I flinch as Mikhail presses a hand to my cheek. But this time, it’s gentle. “Do you want to be a good girl,Koshechka?”

“Y—yes,” I stutter. “I do.”

“Then give me my orgasm.”

“I can’t.” Hopelessness gnaws through me, and a deep sob wrenches from my gut. “I just can’t.”

“Why not?”

“The pain.”

“The painI’mgiving you,” Mikhail says. “And you want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes.” And his gentleness makes me want to do so even more. I want to lean into his tender hand, and I want the bag gone to feel his skin against mine. But I can’t have either. All I have are his softly spoken words, so I soak them up and let them soothe me.

“Then accept the pain and let it drive you instead of stopping you.”

I swallow back a protest. Because I know he’s right. I’m still fighting, and as long as I am, I won’t be able to come.

He curves both hands around my cheeks and leans so close I can feel his breath through the material covering my head. “I want you to ask me for an orgasm really nicely, and if you don’t deliver this time, you’re gonna ask me for a punishment, and you won’t get to come today.”

The closeness and the soft, yet steady command in his voice work like a drug on my mind. My crying fades to silent shakes in my chest, and the tears stop flowing as he draws me into that fluffy space, where all I want to do is obey.

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