Page 38 of Take Me

“Do you hear me?” he adds when I don’t answer, rubbing my skin through the coarse material.

I wet my dry lips. “Yes. I understand.”

“Good. Now ask me.”

“Sir”—I steady myself with a shuddery inhale—“can I come for you?”

He gives a warm chuckle, probably because of the last two words I added myself. “Yes, my sweetshlyukha.Come for me.”

The vibrations intensify again, and the dildo moves both faster and deeper, sending staggering bursts of painful pleasure deep into my core. “Ah,” I cry, bucking into the restraints.

“Can you feel it?” Mikhail mocks right in front of me, still cupping my face. “That you’re trapped? You have no choice. No way of escape.”

“Yes,” I moan, bucking into the straps again to feel the sweet resistance. I shut off my mind as I give in to everything. His devastating control, my utter helplessness, and the staggering sensations in my body. I go limp against the chair, letting my body react however it needs, shuddering as pleasure rips through me, sending long moans up from deep within my belly.

“That’s it. You’re nothing but a sweet little whore here to give me what I want. Accept it and obey.”

Mikhail’s words spur me on.

“And in a moment, Dax will rip the clamps off, and it’s gonna hurtsofucking bad.”

“No, no, no,” I whimper, but this time, the fear does nothing to hinder the pleasure. Rather, it seeps into me as a pulsing energy, driving my need until I’m panting hard with an onsetting orgasm.

Hands grab onto the clamps, pulling slightly, but this time, I let the pain drive me. Like the fear, it becomes fuel to the fire burning within me.

“Yes,” I moan, and when Dax pulls a little harder, I repeat a little louder. “Yes.”

“Come!” Mikhail demands, and the rumbling force of his voice sets my orgasm rolling with a staggering intensity that has me spasming and jerking so hard my feet cramp.

Dax rips off the clamps, sending searing pain unlike any of the previous times bursting through my nerves. It clashes with the pleasure in a violent explosion, and I scream as the orgasm tears through me like a too-strong electrical current that threatens to burn down the whole system.

It keeps rolling, on and on. Dax twists my abused nipples, but this time there’s no pain. It’s liquid fire that keeps me shuddering and jerking as mind-numbing pleasure takes over my world until I can’t see anymore.

The electric current fades, and finally, I crash. Into blissful darkness.

CHAPTER

10

The days blur together. I have no idea how long I’ve been here—if the two months are coming to an end, or if I still have weeks to go. But as things slowly change, I begin to sense the end closing in. It begins with more time in the workout room and Dorin drilling me to practice cardio and strengthen my muscles—especially my legs. Then my time spent in the chair escalates as Mikhail ramps up the training to make me into the perfect little slut that can come on command, hold back orgasms under intense stimulation or get them despite severe pain, then take a cock deep into my throat and give a good blow job even though I’m about to pass out from exhaustion.

I ask Mikhail how much time I have left here, but he won’t grant me an answer. I’m not sure I really want one. I’m not sure I want to know anything about my impending life outside these walls. Yet I can’t help probing.

“Who is he? The man who has bought me,” I ask one morning when Mikhail waits for me to finish my breakfast.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“What is he going to do to me?”

Mikhail smirks. “That’s up to him.”

“Is he going to hurt me?” I clutch the bowl between my hands.

“Depends on what you mean. By your definition, I’m sure he will. But compared to what most girls here experience, I don’t think so.”

I gulp. “What happens to the other girls?”

“Sold to the highest bidder, usually on auction, and then we’ll train them to their liking. A special training regiment is expensive, though, so some buyers choose a girl from final auction—that’s for girls who have finished their training.”

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