Page 59 of Whispers in the Dark

She moved into position, and as I quickly attached both leather thigh and wrist cuffs before picking up the belt. Her delectable ass was turned away from me, and I needed to mark it, and her, so I sent the leather strap flying toward one cheek. I delivered several more, alternating between the right and left one, then wrapped it around her waist. From there, I was able to cuff each wrist to one of the loops.

The chain came last, and I quickly connected it from her thigh cuffs to her ankle cuffs. After, I pushed her face down onto the table. I wrapped one hand around her throat to hold her in place, and used the other to tease her clit. I stroked between her legs, then rolled the sensitive bud between my fingers.

“You’re so much more agreeable right now than you have been at any point in the day today. If you needed to be fucked, that is all you had to say.” She let out a small huff, stopping when I continued. “You’ve also been running from me all day, and now you can try, but you won’t get anywhere. I have you at my mercy. We both know it’s a place you crave to be, Karma.”

I dragged three fingers through her slit, then teased her a bit more by inserting them to the first knuckle before withdrawing. I kept that up for several long seconds, and while her face was to the side, I could still partially see her expression which made me chuckle.

“Are you wishing bad things upon me right now?” I asked. When she didn’t answer, I grabbed the flogger and delivered two strikes to her ass. “I expect an answer.”

“N-No, Sir. I’m not wishing bad-”

“You’re a beautiful fucking liar still,” I said.

“I-I was, but I’m not now.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pulled my hand away from her neck and pulled my other from between her legs. I moved back behind her, then spread her thighs apart as wide as they could go. There were a few drops of her arousal sitting on the leather, and after gathering them up onto my finger, I painted her lips with it before pulling away again.

The flogger was still in range, so I picked it back up, then proceeded to circle around her as I delivered random blows. She never knew when and where I would strike, but each time she suspected something, her entire body would tense. I’d wait for her to relax before striking.

The scene continued for several minutes until I exchanged the flogger for the pinwheel. This one was special as it was two in one. I moved her hair off to one side, then started at the top of her back. The moment the sharp spikes pricked her skin, she let out a garbled cry.

“Being quiet doesn’t seem to be your strong suit tonight, Karma. Funny thing is that silence was your weapon of choice earlier in the day.” I began to roll it down one side of her spine, then back up the other side, once or twice even pressing down enough to puncture her skin. The sight of her blood made my heart clench in my chest, but I ignored the foreign feeling. “I wonder why that is.”

I finally moved lower, this time rolling the wheel over the swell of her ass, then down the back of her legs. When I reached her feet, I used my fingers to tickle her soles, then began my ascent with the wheel up the other side of her body.

Brynn took it all, but she still was giving me nothing. That would all change soon, but first... I eventually dropped the pinwheel onto the floor, then moved back between her thighs. I grabbed her legs to pull her toward the edge of the table, then lowered my head between them.

The second my tongue touched her, I grabbed her thighs in my grip, then began to eat at her flesh. She was so fucking wet, but she could get wetter. And she would. Soon, I began to bite and lick at her slit, her clit, and finally her pussy as I speared it with my tongue. She squirmed slightly, but kept her mouth closed.

I realized in that moment how much I actually enjoyed hearing the sounds of her pleasure. The soft sounds would usually echo in my head when I was alone. Everything she said and did came to me during those times. I could be at home, or in the office, and the very thought of her crying out as I made her come would have me ready to slip my own hand into my pants. Those weeks I’d spent stroking myself to an orgasm day in and day out while feeding off hatred and betrayal had been long. Too long. And since our reunion, I hadn’t been balls deep inside of her as often as I would like.

First, I needed to get a confession out of her, so I raised back to full height, but inserted four fingers inside of her as I readied to play the torture game. I smirked knowing she was already so close to the edge, and even more upon her realization that I was nowhere near close to letting her actually come.

“You have two options, Karma. You can comply with my every wish and come, or you can continue to defy me and face this kind of torture all night until I crack you. And I will. Breaking you is my favorite fucking pastime, so let’s see if you’re going to come tonight, or go home unfulfilled. Are you ready to begin?”

41.Brynn

In reality, I wasn’t sure I was entirely ready to meet the demands I knew would come. I didn’t think I had spent enough time processing the events of the last twenty-four hours, much less put a name to my feelings. If I couldn’t name them, then how could I articulate what they were? Adrian was so insistent that I bare all…I supposed I could just blurt out whatever came into my head and leave him to sort through it. He just wanted me to spill my guts. He didn’t specify that I was to make sense while doing it.

Those wicked fingers drove into me again and again, and he wiggled them while inside me, causing me to tremble with need. I desperately wanted to move my hands, but I was helpless since they were currently cuffed and attached to a strap that went down to my thighs. Basically, the only options for movement that I had were either tipped forward so my ass was in the air, or upright on my knees.

His fingers slipped from my drenched channel, and from behind me, I heard fabric rustling. I wanted to turn and see what he was doing, but I didn’t dare. Keeping my focus on the wall in front of me, I felt warm skin behind me, caught a whiff of his shower gel, then winced when his fingers came around toflick my painfully engorged nipples. I gasped when he tugged on the clamps, sending shockwaves of pain reverberating down my torso. Pain which culminated between my legs, sending a fresh rush of moisture onto the bench below. It did not go unnoticed.

“Such a masochist you are, Karma,” he rumbled in my ear. “How much does the pain turn you on?”

“Not as much as it does PainSlut, I bet.” The words rushed out with no thought from me. Adrian tensed behind me.

“What does she have to do with anything, Karma? It’s just you and me in this room. The moment I met you, it’s always only been you.” He slapped at my breasts, and I moaned. My entire body shook from the effort not to climax.

“I want to believe that,” I said, my voice sounding ravaged and breathy.

“Why wouldn’t you? It’s the truth, though, it shouldn’t make a difference. We are not exclusive.” He placed a hand against the back of my head and pushed forward until I was ass up once more.

My chest ached at his words, and I felt a tear begin to roll from the corner of my eye to my temple into my hair. Maybe we weren’t officially exclusive, but it certainly had seemed that way.

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