Page 17 of Gladiator's Captive
Shame filtered through my mind as more tears slid down my cheeks, covered my face as the heat spread from the skin of my punished flesh to the inside of my legs, melting pain into an intolerable arousal. I tried to swallow, but my throat was closed off and all I could do was push a painful knot down my esophagus as Rager’s hand closed on my burning skin again.
Only this time, it wasn’t to hurt and punish. No, this touch was lingering with a male intention, sliding over my burning flesh to the inside of my thighs. My hips rose in an involuntary response, exposing more of my ass and pussy to his view.
At my back, Rager became very still.
“So beautiful.” Rager spoke in a dreamy tone as his hand massaged the burning skin. The pain the light touch brought left a trail of arousal, as if the severe spanking had heightened my sensitivity to pleasure with the agony. “I wish you could see yourself this way. Red, swollen. All that round ass, bared just for me.”
My breathing accelerated and more fluids leaked between my pussy’s lips. Rager’s fingers kept sliding over my skin, the pain of his touch over my burning skin mixing with another sensation, a sensation I was all too unwilling to admit. But unable to ignore.
“What are you doing?” My voice trembled and shame burned up my face as Rager’s finger slid between my thighs and into the soft, wet folds of my sex. I knew what he’d found there.
Wetness. Need. Pulsating hunger, screaming for more touch.
Shame burned hot on my cheeks, spread to my forehead, my entire face as Rager growled, the sound low and animal, clear in his intent and pleasure.
“I’m giving you exactly what you want. No more than what you need.”
Then that finger dipped deeper, breaching the boundaries of my body, entering my core. I moaned and my hips rose up like a bitch in heat. A gesture I was as helpless to stop as the rush of sensations brought on by Rager’s touch. I knew it was wrong to need this, to yearn for it.
“I don’t want this,” I said even though I knew it was a lie. And that Rager had the proof of it on his hands, dripping down the side of my thighs in gushes of wetness and shame. “I don’t need this.”
But my last words were swallowed by a deep shiver of pure pleasure as Rager pushed his finger all the way inside my previously intact body. His thick, long digit entered me, blindsiding me with sensations I never thought existed.
“You say you don’t want this,” Rager said and by the way his weight shifted under me, I knew he was bending to look. Look at my battered ass cheeks, my wet, swollen pussy. Shame raged on in my mind, but as he brought his thumb over my clit, I moved against it. Pleasure answered my shame, mixing with the aftermath of the pain into a hurricane of sensation I was powerless to stop. “But your body is telling me something different. Your body is telling me it wants to be fucked, hard.”
Another finger joined the first in my tight pussy. Pain shot through, sharp and biting, but it was accompanied by so much pleasure that I barely noticed. Rager began fucking me with his fingers, the movements slower at first, then faster and faster. Sensations built inside me, new and wonderful. I was a virgin, yes, but I wasn’t entirely innocent. I had played with my own body, knew what it liked and didn’t.
But nothing had prepared me for this.
Rager’s thumb drew a slow, lazy circle around my clit as his fingers fucked me, applying just enough pressure to make me crazy with more need, with the desperation for a release I knew would be as devastating as it would be delicious. A strangled moan escaped my lips as his digit slid out of my greedy walls, then collected the wetness inside, sliding up and down my slit in a slow, light motion, circling around my clit before dipping inside again.
This was torture, slow and delicious, but not nearly enough to satisfy me.
Need washed over my mind, erasing anything that wasn’t Rager and his wicked fingers, his wicked male body. I buried my face in the hot flesh of his thigh, but this time not to bite.
“Tell me you want me to stop, and I will never touch you again.” Rager’s voice was soft, but his words were anything but. Images of him riding me like a beast, all that delicious savagery unleashed into a moment of pure ecstasy imposed themselves in my mind. “Because if you don’t, I will fuck you like I’ve wanted to since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
I should tell him to stop. But I can’t. I would rather die than tell him to stop.
“No.” My voice sounded like a surrender, but I didn’t care. I was past caring. I was nothing but a lump of flesh and desire, yearning for pleasure. “I don’t want you to stop. I want more.”
“And more you shall have. Until you scream and scream and forget who you are.”
There was no place for words after that.
