Page 60 of Whispers in the Dark

He palmed my ass, and I asked if I needed to count. His rusty chuckle held no mirth. “No counting this time, Karma. Just keep talking. Why did you bring up PainSlut’s name?”

A hard thwack echoed in the quiet space and the sensation of my ass heating up from the inside out was almost overwhelming.

“I… I… she….” My brain scrambled trying to put words together. One hard swallow and I tried again, trying and failing to block out the strikes on my flesh as Adrian began to pick up his pace. “She was here last night.”

“As were many other submissives”, he said. “It’s a BDSM club. There were other Doms here, too. We sat at the bar and enjoyed a drink together.”

“That wasn’t all you enjoyed,” I snapped. He paused.

“Yes, for me, it was. What are you insinuating, Karma?” A rapid succession of strikes and my ass was on fire.

“I’m not insinuating anything. I was advised thatallof the Doms were enjoying the service at the bar last night.” There. I’d said enough so he would know what I meant. I certainly seemed to have succeeded in that regard, because he stopped and rounded the table to stand by my head. I could feel him staring down at me, but I didn’t dare turn to try and see him.

Adrian began to pace a bit and the energy rolling off him was borderline rage. Was that aimed at me? At PainSlut? I wasn’t sure.

I focused on getting my breathing under control while he sorted through whatever he needed to sort through. I had no idea if he was going to continue, leave, or just change the direction of the scene. Considering the items he had selected; he had obviously thought it was going to take longer for me to talk. My mind, and my mouth, had other plans, though.

“I owe you nothing more than what happens in one of these rooms,” he said. “That being said, what happens in these rooms is based on trust and honesty. You have been honest with me, though it was a rather delayed reaction and somewhat under duress. I owe you the same.”

He raised me up once more and for a fleeting second, I had this image of one of those drinking bird toys that one would perch on the edge of a glass. The bird would just tip over to dip its beak into the glass as though it was trying to get a drink. I’d been tipped up and pushed down a few times on the table. All I needed was a hat to complete the image.

Long fingers encircled my neck, lifting my chin slightly so Adrian could stare deeply into my eyes. If they truly were windows to the soul, I wondered what he saw in mine. Sadness? Pain? Love?

“I want you to hear this and believe it, Brynn. I was at Lotus last night. I had a drink at the bar. I was offered services that I refused. Since the very first time I’ve touched you, goddammit, I’ve wanted no one else.”

His fingers squeezed and kept squeezing until I began to see stars at the edges of my vision. Before I could fully process what was happening, I heard sounds of metal and leather and felt my arms go free. Still one handed, he released the binds on my legs, cursing as he struggled with them. He acted like he was in a hurry. Moving his fingers down from my throat, he now grabbed my waist with both hands, lifting me up from the table.

“Swing your legs around,” he growled.

They had been bound long enough to make my movements slower than either of us wanted. Finally able to put them in front of my body, Adrian forcibly kneed them apart.

“Wider,” he ordered.

I moved a bit so I was more on the table’s edge and spread my thighs open until I could feel the muscles begin to protest. With no ceremony or warning, he dipped his knees, slamming into me with one hard thrust.

I screamed then, my body shaking from the overload of sensation. The damn clamps were still attached to my nipples and the movement of the weighted hardware was about to tip me over the edge.

“Please…” I panted. “I… can’t…”

“You can, and you will, Karma. I intend to break you.”

He palmed one breast while he pounded into me. Leaning down, he began to bite the top of the small mound. I didn’t have much, but my breasts had always been sensitive and very responsive. Adrian didn’t seem to mind that I wasn’t very busty, and he had enjoyed discovering that nipple play was a weakness. He had made me come numerous times just from that.

My hand fell back on my shoulders, my hands digging into his biceps now that they were free. I raked my nails down his arms, smiling up at the ceiling when he cursed.

“I know you like it rough, Karma. That’s why you are perfect for me.” Lifting me completely off the table as though I weighed nothing, Adrian carried me to the nearest wall, slamming me against it and knocking the wind from my body. As I struggled to get air back into my lungs, he yanked on the nipple clamps, and I screamed again as the blood rushed back into those tortured buds.

I felt another rush of moisture between my legs, followed by a string of swear words.

“Fuck!I knew that would make you cream.”

His pace was relentless. He seemed to get a second wind, continuing to thrust upward at a frenzied speed. What little thoughts I could string together reminded me that it felt like he was trying to fuck me out of his system. Hate sex and fierce desire were two sides of a very thin coin.

Sliding my hands down his back, I rested one on either hip, feeling his stomach muscles ripple and tense. He was close.

Mustering every ounce of strength I had, I tightened my inner walls, contracting around his dick and squeezing him until he slapped at my breasts. My eyes begin to tear and I began to see bright lights at the edges of my vision.Squeeze… contract… squeeze… contract….

I knew I was about to lose consciousness, which was his end goal. Just before I did, I wanted to feel him explode within me.

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