Page 107 of Corrupt Game

What?

Then we were in a room I hadn’t been in yet. An X cross stood against one wall, and a rack was full of objects I didn't get a close look at.

“What are...” I didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence.

Ian roughly shoved the ball gag into my mouth, silencing my protests as he secured it tightly behind my head. He spun me around and slammed my front against the cold, hard wood of the cross.

"Don't struggle," he snarled, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage as he began restraining my wrists and ankles to the beams with rough rope. "You brought this on yourself by lying to me. Betraying my trust."

I whimpered behind the gag, my heart pounding in my ears. I had never seen Ian this furious before, his handsome features twisted into a scowl of pure anger directed solely at me. Sheer terror coursed through my veins, making me tremble. What was he going to do to me?

Helpless for real was terrifying.

The coarse fibers of the ropes bit into my skin as I instinctively pulled against them, testing my bonds. But I was utterly trapped, the cross holding me spread-eagled and vulnerable, completely at Ian's nonexistent mercy. All I could do was breathe harshly through my nose, drool already beginning to leak around the rubber ball filling my mouth.

My skirt and blouse provided little protection or modesty as Ian's burning gaze raked over my restrained body possessively. I shivered, goosebumps erupting across my skin, both from the cool air and my own rising dread...and unwanted arousal at being so powerless before him. I hated that some twisted part of me got turned on by this, even as I was terrified of his retribution.

I should have told him about Andy. I’d tell him as soon as the gag was out.

"Hard to use a safe word when you can't talk, isn't it?" he sneered, the venom in his voice making my stomach clench in fear and arousal. His hands were a blur of motion, groping my breasts roughly, squeezing and twisting my hardened nipples. Pain and pleasure mingled as he pinched them relentlessly. My hips bucked against the cross, seeking relief, but only finding more frustration and hot, aching need.

His hands continued their merciless exploration, leaving no inch of my exposed body untouched. I felt like a piece of meat, a plaything for his sadistic amusement. His strong hands kneaded my stomach, fingers digging into the soft flesh as my abs clenched under his ministrations. Heat pooled between my thighs, my damp panties betraying my growing arousal. I was mortified that my body could betray me this way.

Ian's groping fingers trailed lower, reaching for the lace that barely concealed my arousal. He ripped the flimsy fabric of my panties away with a harsh growl. My already aching core was now on full display,swollen and dripping for him. His calloused fingers teased my entrance before sliding inside me, curling inside me with a practiced ease.

He found my most sensitive spot, the one that made my world explode into a kaleidoscope of color and sensation. My mind screamed at my body to stop, but my hips arched into his invasive touch, silently begging for more. Stars flashed behind my closed lids as he relentlessly stroked his fingers in and out, delving deep within me.

He chuckled darkly, seeming to sense my inner turmoil. "You like it, don't you, you conniving bitch?"

His words only fueled the fire within me, driving me closer to the edge of oblivion. I moaned, the sound muffled by the gag, my canines digging into the ball as he brought me to the brink of ecstasy. My fists clenched and unclenched as my entire body tensed, desperate for the release I both craved and despised.

But just as I teetered on the precipice, he stopped.

"I'm going to try something new, little spy," he whispered in my ear, his voice laced with both menace and desire. "I’m going to take this out of your hide."

With that, he withdrew his hand. I heard something rattle, as if he’d opened the door to the small refrigerator in the office.

My heart pounded in my ears, drowning out all other sounds. The gag in my mouth made it difficult to breathe and panic welled up within me. I thrashed against my restraints, arching my back and screaming as loudly as I could but to no avail.

The cold metal pressed against my swollen, throbbing clitoris, sending a shiver down my spine. "This is for lying to me," he hissed, and then the world exploded into a cacophony of pain as he brought the ice-cold spoon down on my sensitive nub. I screamed, bucking against the restraints, desperate to escape the unbearable sensation.

This went on for what seemed like an eternity. The spoon, ice-cold and menacing, dancing a sick tango on my most tender parts. I felt myself teetering on the edge of orgasm once more, but the pain was too much, too overwhelming to ignore.

"Please," I sobbed, defeated. "Please, just finish it."

He laughed, and the spoon was gone.

I shivered. When he touched me. Ian's hands were like fire, searing my skin. His fingers trailed up my inner thighs, avoiding the most sensitive spots, teasing me with the barest of touches. I whimpered again, my hips involuntarily trying to buck towards him in silent pleading for more.

He chuckled cruelly. "You're already wet for me, aren't you slut?" His voice was low, almost a growl, as he stroked a finger across my opening.

I wanted to die from the humiliation as my body responded to his rough caress, arousal pooling within me. Tears of shame and frustration spilled down my cheeks, mingling with the perspiration that had already begun to form on my forehead.

His fingers grazed my swollen folds again. I gasped into the gag, my muscles clenching in anticipation. He chuckled, his fingertips circling my clit, but never quite touching it. The torture was unbearable.

"Beg me," he hissed in my ear, his hot breath fanning against my neck. "Beg me to make you come, little spy."

I shook my head violently, refusing to give him the satisfaction. His fingers dipped lower, inserting one finger inside of me, curling it in a way that made my toes curl. He knew my most sensitive spots, these places that made me melt into a puddle of goo in his arms. Today, however, they only served to remind me of what I was missing, of what could have been.

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