Page 49 of Rock Bottom
He obeyed. She clamped his tongue, and I handed her the chain and a half-pound weight. She fastened them both without hesitation.
He’d have still been able to get the gist of most words out with the clamp, but not so much with the extra weight dragging his tongue down. And if he somehow managed, we could always add more.
Once his tongue was secured, I coated a large butt plug with pepper oil and crammed it into his ass while Silver worked his cock with the flogger. The thing about shapeshifters is that their ass heals back to virgin every time theychangeto their animals and come back to human, so the second the large plug seated itself inside him, his screams echoed through the room. I stepped to his side, still beside the bed, and touched a finger to his tongue, then to the corners of his eyes. There’s more than one way to make a shapeshifter cry.
I washed my hands three times to make sure the pepper oil was gone before returning to find Silver placing the needle-toothed nipple clamps. Tiny drops of blood welled up, and Silver’s cock throbbed at the sight. I handed her the weights, but she shook her head.
I’ll wait until he’s used to them before I add those. Don’t want him getting bored.
I don’t think there’s any danger of that while you’re working him over.
I crossed to the armoire, chose a cane, and returned to the bed, but I didn’t use it right away. Silver was back to flogging his dick, occasionally striking the parachute, each blow driving those sharp steel barbs deeper into his balls. The impact alone had to be brutal, but those spikes? Diabolical. I’d handed that parachute to her, knowing what Billy needs, and Ilovedwatching her mercilessly go to town on his balls.
I watched for a pattern, some tell that might let me time my strike with hers. She looked down two strikes before she hit his balls.
Once I clocked it, I brought the cane down on his ass at the exact moment she lit up his oh-so-tender gonads.
I struck as hard as I dared without splitting the skin. Wouldn’t ruin the scene if I did — our cleaners are used to cleaning blood from any and all surfaces — but I wanted to fuck Silver in this bed later, wanted to hold her here after, and she might not love the idea of dried blood under us.
I brought the cane down across the backs of his thighs every time she struck his balls with the cruel strands, matching her rhythm beat for beat. The sight of her so focused, so precise, made my cock twitch and throb with need. When she moved on to other activities, I sliced a fresh, red line on his ass a half-inch below the last at steady thirty-second intervals, watching my Silver torture his dick with clinical precision. She clearly knew how to use the snakebite clamp for maximum pain. Maybe she’d had it used on her? The thought made my dick throb.
I added more weight to the parachute, enough to remind him it was still there. Silver added weight to his nipples every five to seven minutes, slow and steady. A tiny bit every time, and I approved.
When I bite him,I told her,I’m going to give him the cocktail that makes him so horny he’ll think he might die of unfulfilled arousal. He’ll hang there in agony, aching, while he hears me fucking you. Whether I bite him and allow release later? I haven’t fully decided, but I’m leaning towards it. Let me know when you’re finished with him, and I’ll move him.
I’ve decided, in my head, that Silver has a pussy and I’ll use female pronouns when I think about her. Switching back and forth doesn’t work for me. Sometimes I use the male terms without thinking of it, especially when she smells strongly male, but most of the time, it’ssheandherin my private thoughts. I try very hard to use the appropriate wording out loud, however.
The thing is, around me, at least before this week, she’s been a girl about seventy-five percent of the time. This week, it’s flipped. Does she lean into the masculine when she’s outside her comfort zone? It made sense, pulling on the male hormones, protecting herself with a different kind of armor.
She’s always beautiful, and tonight she was warrior-strong, cut from muscle and purpose, every motion deliberate. Her shoulders moved differently like this, her body carrying power that was more angular than fluid. I would never tire of watching my Silver in any of her forms.
My lovely Silver sat back on her heels and looked up at the body strung up in front of her, his balls stretched painfully down, dick still standing proud despite the layers of crimson marks from floggers and suction devices, his nipples dragged low by heavily weighted clamps with cruel teeth, and his tongue pulled out and down by a weighted industrial clamp.
And she hadn’t seen the mess I’d made of his ass and thighs with the cane.
She looked him over from head to toe and back up, retrieved the dick flogger, and whaled on Billy’s cock and balls for another hundred lashes — I counted — and then tossed it to the edge of the mattress and met my gaze. “I may or may not want to play with him a little more later. Is that okay?”
“Your wish is my desire in this, my dear.” I stood beside the bed, unhooked the chain at Billy’s ankles, and then reached over his head and grasped the chain near the hook, lifted him, and carried him across the room, letting him swing by the chain a little, his body jerking from the shift, a low grunt slipping past his lips when he swayed, no doubt due to the weights still pulling his balls down. One smooth motion latched it into the other ceiling hook, positioning him at the perfect height to feed from the side of his neck.
Silver followed, and she lifted the two chains hooked to his nipple clamps in one hand, and the heavier chain dragging down the spiked parachute with her other hand. She nodded to me, and I struck, fangs penetrating into the soft flesh of Billy’s throat with no warning, no anesthetic. Dulling the pain pisses him off, and I’ve been known to do it when I have no time to play with him, but not today.
I drank in all of his pleasure and pain, sweet and spicy — until Silver pulled all three chains out at a new angle, creating fresh pain and adding the most delicious, savory, heated spice to Billy’s blood while he cried out, back arching against his restraints, shuddering with the added pain.
I took my usual share, but planned to top off with more later, just before hechanged, so he’d be fine.
And I put a ton of the hard-on cocktail in, enough to make his body ache with need, cock hard and leaking with no hope of relief, twitching helplessly as his muscles tensed and trembled. He’d hang there, helpless, listening to me fuck my Silver, no escape from his torment.
I oh-so-gently pulled my fangs from his throat, making sure the clotting cocktail I put in at the end had done its job, and then hauled him a little higher, moving another link onto the hook over his head — enough to keep his arms raised but let him rest on his heels. Then I fetched a spreader bar and locked it between his ankles, forcing him back on his toes.Perfect.
I turned to Silver, stripped my shirt off, and stepped out of my pants. “On your back. Center of the bed.”
She’d started with Billy’s balls, and I couldn’t do that with her, but I could flog her cunt and dick all together, every strike making her squirm beneath me — like flogging a woman and hitting her clit, but Silver’s dick had a whole lot more surface area full of delicate nerve endings to hit.
Hold onto the chain attached to the headboard,I told her. If you let go I’ll put a needle through the center of your tongue.
She swallowed hard and stared at me a half-second, a flicker of nerves drowned by arousal, and she reached up and grabbed the chain with those strong, nimble fingers.
Fuck, I think I might rather be cuffed and bound.
