Page 55 of Red Rabbit
He stepped back and tilted his head as he looked at my body as though to assess where he wanted to strike next. He lashed out and only let the tips connect to my skin as he did several quick strikes across my thighs. I cried out as the pain was so much worse than how he’d done it before. He paused and watched me shake as I tried to breathe through the pain and I saw his eyes watch me critically, almost as if to watch how I processed pain in order for him to capitalize on it.
Sure enough, he barely gave me time to catch my breath before he flogged me again. This time he didn’t stop and I saw his eyes slowly start to glow with arousal and heat. My body burned in pain and I screamed and shuddered in the restraints as he went beyond what my tolerance was. He stopped again but the minute I relaxed, he flicked out his wrist and flogged my breasts in quick succession.
By the time he was done, breathing was difficult and I couldn’t seem to draw in a full breath. He walked over to me and the slight exertion of his efforts made his breath come faster. I whined in protest as his fingers traced over my thighs, his touchon the welts burned and I could feel my skin raw under his fingertips.
“Stop—” I gasped around my sobs.
His eyes shot up to mine and darkened cruelly. He grabbed my chin and leaned close to me.
“No talking unless I address you,” he snarled.
He stepped back and when he met my eyes again, he slashed the flogger at me. He did it several more times until the pain seemed to consume my entire being and I could only moan and shudder.
“Don’t ever tell me to stop again.” He was panting. “Is that understood?”
“Yes sir,” I gasped out.
“You don’t seem to have a very high pain tolerance,” he grumbled. He stepped over to me and his hand went between my legs where his finger slid inside me. “You don’t get off on pain I see. That will make things harder on you.”
His fingers moved inside me as he watched my face. He stuck his other finger into my mouth, roughly shoving it down my throat and then pulled it out and used it to rub my clit. He hit a spot inside me and when he saw my eyelids shudder, he twisted my clit between his fingers. I cursed in pain and jolted against the restraints. My wrists were on fire. He continued to finger me, finding what spots felt good and then following it with intense pain, driven by my screams. Regardless, I felt myself grow wet around his fingers even though I was far from turned on.
“Ah,” he said. “Pleasure with the pain. Unfortunately, I’m not much for making things pleasurable for you. I get off on the pain part. But at least I know how to make you wet when I need you to be.”
His fingers withdrew and I sagged against the wall. I saw his eyes drift to my wrists and his nose flared as his face took on ahungry look. I looked up and saw a trail of blood down my arm from where my wrists cut into the cuffs. I whimpered.
“I wasn’t planning on making you bleed yet,” he said thoughtfully. He dragged his bare finger through the blood down my arm and sighed in pleasure. After he adjusted himself in his pants, he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuffs around my ankles and then my wrists. With nothing holding me up, I fell to the ground.
“Bend over the table,” he demanded. I struggled to my feet and stumbled my way over.
“Are you forgetting something?” He said as he came up behind me. I half turned but he grabbed my neck and shoved me forward across the cold metal.
“Yes sir,” I gasped.
Paxton kicked my feet apart and something metal accompanied his cock as he shoved inside me. I shuddered and twisted at the sensation.
“I’m pierced,” he said.
Paxton pulled out and dragged his cock up and down my pussy as he rubbed his piercing across my clit. He pushed back inside me and fucked me with long even strokes. I lay limply over the table. The piercing felt different but not bad. I wondered what it would feel like on someone who wanted me to feel good too. I disassociated and drifted off in an attempt to separate from the pain.
It was working until he hit the collar button and agony shot through my body as I convulsed on the table. I heard him inhale sharply and his pace quickened. When the electricity stopped, I sobbed and struggled to push away from the table.
“Cooper was right about that one,” he said breathlessly, almost to himself. He grabbed my hair and slammed my head down, holding my face against the table to halt my struggles and pressed the button again. He came inside me with a groan beforethe shock stopped then he slid out. I gasped for air as my body relaxed after the pain, scrambling at the table to stay upright.
The flogger landed on my ass and with a cry I moved off the table to try and get away. I barely made it a step before he yanked me back by my hair and shoved me back down so hard I saw stars.
“Don’t fucking move,” he snarled.
He grabbed a rope and tied my wrists then pulled my hands in front of me and tethered the excess to the table so I was bent over it and couldn’t move. I was so dazed I didn’t see what he was doing until I felt him rub something cold against my pussy where his cum leaked out of me. He dragged it back over my ass and pushed. I cried out at the pressure and tried to struggle away but it only made it worse. He hit the button briefly in punishment and I collapsed on the table again. The minute it stopped, he pushed the plug inside me roughly and I ground my teeth in anger.
He moved back behind me and my screams and my sobs mingled with the sound of the whip snaps as he flogged me. He alternated between flat, broad strikes that bruised my skin, to whip like movements that intensified the pain. By the time he stopped, I didn’t think I’d be able to sit down for a while and if my hands hadn’t been restrained, I would have slipped to the ground, my legs unable to hold me up any longer.
I heard him toss the flogger away and the whisper of fabric as he picked up his jacket.
“Don’t take the plug out. You’ll wear it to cocktail hour tonight.”
I heard the door open and shut. He left me tied to the table where I shook and sobbed in pain.
A few minutes later, I heard the door open again and I heard Sal groan in appreciation.
