Page 40 of Violent Cravings

I nod, biting my lower lip to suppress another moan. "Yes, master."

I recoil when he moves his other hand toward my center, taking my swollen nub between two fingers and pinching it so harshly that the sensation is almost too much for me to bear. The shriek that escapes my lips is underlined with agony and pleasure in equal measure.

"No, please, I'm gonna c –"

"No, you're not," he warns, softening the pinch on my clit, gently rubbing it between his fingers instead.

I pant in ecstasy, desperate to come, and so, so, close.

But I won't. I can do this.

Just when I feel as if I've lost this round as well, I can feel the pressure against my hole increasing. He's slowly pushing the plug forward, stretching me relentlessly. The pain isn't too much to handle, but it serves to act as a hot spice to my mounting arousal.

"Don't you dare come," he warns me again, noticing my increased agitation.

He underlines his words with one last push, forcing an undisciplined shriek out of me after the plug breeches the tight ring of muscles. The vibrations stir me in places I've never felt before, obscuring my mind as I melt into the flurry that takes a hold of my insides.

I've never been so aroused for such a prolonged amount of time, and I don't think I've ever been this desperate to come. I’m not a stranger to orgasms, but I merely got myself off for quick relaxation or to get my mind off of things. I've never been toyed with like this, and I've never been looked at like this.

Ryan, my master, is getting up on his feet. His eyes never leave me when he strokes one hand across his crotch. He's hard again, displaying an enormous bulge that confirms his desire for me.

"Look how beautiful you are," he says hoarsely, nodding toward his shielded erection. "Look what you're doing to me."

I manage nothing but a hearty groan in response. The tremors of the toy have shifted and are no longer torturing me at my most sensitive spot, but my excitement is still growing stronger nonetheless.

He enjoys the view for a few more moments before he leans his chiseled physique over me, flexing his massive muscles as he begins unfastening the ties binding my left wrist. He doesn't let me lower my arm on my own volition, but grabs my wrist as soon as it is freed. He caresses my sore skin while slowly lowering my arm back down, allowing it to rest on the floor before he moves over to the other side.

My arms are tingling with an achy pain as the blood flow returns to my limbs. I've been tied up for quite a while, and it shows in the way my limbs react to finally being freed.

He unties my legs, lowering each one with the same caution and tenderness he showed my arms. The plug continues to oscillate through my core, causing me to jerk as I sit on the floor with my legs lazily stretched out and my arms hanging to the side of my body. Just like a doll, a marionette whose strings have been cut.

He steps back to watch me adjust to the newly granted freedom. My eyes meet his with furious determination.

I can do this. I've come this far. If I could get through all of this without giving in to the urges he was tempting me to cave in to, I can withstand so much more.

It's obvious that he has more in store for me, more to test me, more to toy with me.

And he's not going to make it easy.

"Stand up," he commands. "And walk for me."

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