Page 51 of His Toy

“Yes,” Alex grated out, fists clenching uselessly.

She laughed, sounding a bit breathless. “You’d lose, little boy.”

The woman walked around behind him and dragged her nails along his torso, making him shiver and wince. It wasn’t a tickling sensation and it wasn’t painful, but an uncomfortable combination of both. He couldn’t stop himself from writhing a bit, and he hated the involuntary reaction, but that was what she’d aimed for.

Her nails raked down his back, and he arched away, the cuffs holding him in place as the painful scratches burned. The people sitting around the tables in front of him laughed; his movement had looked like he was thrusting forward. Something brushed against his back, lightly, and Alex tensed before he realized what she was doing.

Hot, open-mouthed, wet kisses trailed down the scratch marks, mimicking the way a mother might ‘kiss’ a scratch better. Except she’d made the wounds. Her nails trailed up and down his sides in a seductively teasing manner that made him want to squirm away, but she came at him from both sides, and her mouth was on his back, and there was nowhere for him to go. As her tongue licked over the upper swell of his ass, Alex’s cock twitched, and he fought against the sensation.

Cora had moved from torturing to tormenting him. Even though his balls ached and the scratches down his chest and back burned, her gentler touch made his skin tingle with pleasure. Blood surged in his cock, and he could feel the traitorous organ begin to swell. The cock ring did its job, accelerating the engorgement of his penis as her teeth grazed gently over his buttocks and her fingers came down to tease the sensitive crease where his ass met his legs.

Alex gritted his teeth and ignored the laughter and murmurs around him as his cock came to a full, upright stand. Cora’s nails trailed down the backs of his thighs and knees, making him jerk as the ticklish sensation caused spasms in his muscles.

When the sensations disappeared, he braced himself for whatever would come next. And waited.

And waited.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Cora rifling through one of the chests of drawers that was available, looking for who knew what.

Straining his head over his shoulder like that hurt, so he turned back around and looked in the opposite direction: the dais where Bella was. The last time he’d looked up there, she’d been on the Wolf’s lap; now she was over it, face down, her hands pressed against the floor to help balance. His fingers moved in and out of her body while his other hand held her in place. From the angle of his hand, Alex could only assume the Wolf was fingering her ass. Trace was beside them, avidly watching what the Wolf did to Bella rather than what Cora was doing to Alex.

Fury, some of which was toward his own inability to hold himself up and out of Bella’s asshole when he’d been given the opportunity, swept through him… but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Cora was already back in front of him, tiny silver clamps held open between the fingers of each hand.

“Ever tried nipple clamps before, Toy?”

Alex refused to answer and stared above her head. Fuck this. He didn’t play this game with the Wolf, and he wouldn’t play it with her, either.

Unlike the Wolf, Cora didn’t seem to care about forcing an answer from Alex. She placed the clamps around the little pebbles of his nipples and let them close. Just as the pressure became painful, she opened them again. Alex’s jaw tightened. And she did it again.

She played with him, letting him feel the pinch, making his nipples harden from the cool rubber grips and the stimulation, but drew out the anticipation. She let him get just a hint of how much it would hurt before drawing back from fully closing the clamps.

Alex wanted to growl at her to just do it, but he had a feeling she was waiting to see his reaction. He just his focus above her head, above the heads of the people behind her. Eventually, he might not be able to control his reaction, but, while he could, he would hold onto impassivity for as long as possible.

Apparently giving up, or possibly bored with his lack of response, Cora let the clamps fully close on his nipples to crush the tiny buds. Alex hissed in a breath through his teeth as he felt the full impact of the clamps. The pain blossomed in his chest, throbbing with his heartbeat as his blood was stymied, unable to push past the grip of the clamps. A throb answered in his cock as the cock ring seemed even tighter. His jaw ached as he clamped down against his verbal reaction.

Cora dragged her nails down his front, and he sucked in his stomach to try to relieve the painful scratches. His cock jerked as she neared it.

“You have a very nice cock, Toy,” she said approvingly, encircling it with her fingers and squeezing. Reluctant pleasure washed over him as she began to pump the engorged shaft, rubbing her thumb over the head whenever her fingers came close enough. She watched him with slightly hooded eyes, a small smile curving her lips as she stroked him. “I’m going to enjoy riding it.”

A shudder went through his body. Part pleasure, part revulsion, and part self-disgust because he knew, physically, he enjoyed the pleasure that she was giving him, even as parts of him burned and stung. The pressure building up in his balls needed release and relief, but he didn’t want it like this and he sure as hell didn’t want it from her.

Not that he got a choice.

She gave his cock a few more pumps, which made the cock ring feel even more restrictive around the base of the angry, red organ, before releasing him with a smirk. Alex breathed deeply as his dick throbbed. The painful pressure on his nipples had finally subsided and only flared when his upper body moved and accidentally made the clamps bounce.

Cora gave Alex a sultry look before she walked around behind him again and passed out of sight. It had been almost flirtatious. A mockery of the kind of look she might have given a man she was actually interested in.

A swishing noise reached Alex’s ears just before thick strands of something thudded against his upper back. He jerked in reaction and groaned as the clamps bounced painfully on his chest, tightening around his poor nipples as they were jostled about. The actual blow to his shoulders wasn’t overly painful, just a thudding impact and then a slight sting.

It came again, less of a surprise this time, and he was able to brace against it. The stinging increased. The next blow struck across his ass and made him jerk in surprise again before the strands hit back against his shoulders. They began to alternate—shoulders, upper back, his ass, and his thighs, following no discernible pattern that might help him anticipate where the next one would land.

She wasn’t hitting him very hard—just hard enough for him to feel the snap of the strands against his skin—but the more blows that fell, the more sensitive his skin became until every slap of the strands was like hundreds of little bees stinging him all at once. The surface of his back, ass, and thighs felt like it was burning, prickling, and there was no way for him to twist away from it. His fists clenched and unclenched as he occasionally gasped and groaned when the strands would hit a sensitive spot. The underside of his ass became particularly painful.

It wasn’t long before he couldn’t contain his vocal reaction, and it came out through his clenched jaw as pain-grunts. The impact increased, and he tried to relax his muscles—tensing only increased the pain.

When she stopped and walked back around in front of him, Alex couldn’t help sagging with relief. Now he could see the whip; it looked like it was made out of leather, with lots of long strands. In her other hand, she held a shorter, smaller version, but it had to have been the bigger one she’d been beating him with. His mind felt fuzzy as he wondered what the smaller version was for.

“Did you enjoy the flogger, Toy?” Her voice was a purr as she used the whip to rub his thighs and belly and let the strands knock gently against his cock, which bobbed angrily in front of him. Now that she’d stopped distracting him, Alex could feel the painful pressure of his dick again: achingly hard and without relief in sight. The tension radiated up his body from his groin and made it hard to breathe. Every brush of the leather strands against his cock was a tease he felt all the way to the back of his neck, where the little hairs stood straight up. “You certainly look as though you did.”

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