Page 19 of Absolution
“You can’t…” I lick my dry lips and try again. “I can’t…”
His heartbreaking face settles into the cold, unfeeling planes that make me quiver. “I can do whatever I want, and you will take it all. You are powerless to stop me. Curse at me, plead with me, beg for mercy. I have none.”
The cold tip of the hook presses against my tight asshole, and I yelp in alarm. He shushes me gently and stimulates my clit with his free hand. He rubs me in the exact way I like, and my inner muscles clench in a pulse of desperate desire before softening to welcome penetration. Unyielding metal slips past my tight ring of muscles, entering me in a slow slide.
The toy is slender enough that there’s no pain, but the degrading act floods my cheeks with hot shame. It churns through me, pooling low in my belly and turning to white-hot lust. Wet arousal coats my labia, dripping onto his hand where he relentlessly stimulates my clit.
The cool curve of the hook presses between my spread ass cheeks, extending up to my tailbone.
I tremble, unable to make a voluntary movement when he has my most vulnerable area harnessed in a perverted way I never could’ve imagined.
“Please,” I whisper. “I’ll be good. You don’t have to do this.”
The humiliation of my predicament is almost too much to bear, and he revels in my complete subjugation.
“But I want to do this to you,” he counters calmly. “I already warned you: I always get what I want. I know you’ll be good for me. You’ll be much better behaved now.”
He’s not finished with my torment. He has a seemingly endless supply of cruel implements waiting to subdue me. I never should’ve gone into the kitchen and allowed him time to plan all of this.
But it’s too late for regrets now. I’m trapped and thoroughly humbled.
An animal whimper eases from my chest when he holds up a black, egg-shaped vibrator on a thin silicone loop. His wicked grin cuts into me, and he presses a button on the small remote in his other hand. The egg buzzes to life, vibrating in an irregular pattern that I already feel in my aching pussy.
“Don’t…” I choke on the plea, even as I know it’s useless.
The power he holds over me makes my insides quake, but I’m molten for him.
There’s nothing I can do to stop him as he slowly presses the egg into my tight channel. My slick desire makes it slide into my swollen folds with embarrassing ease. It settles deep inside me, and the vibration is echoed by the unyielding hook that penetrates my ass.
A soft sob convulses my chest at the cruel hit of ecstasy.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Weep for me. You’re so pretty when you cry.”
The vibrator stimulates my g-spot directly, and my entire body tenses as my orgasm builds like an oncoming tidal wave.
Then it stops, and I cry out at the denial.
Dane’s dark green eyes glint with a cold, cruel light as he considers me like I’m a particularly intriguing new toy.
“No orgasms for you just yet,” he chides. “You teased me in the park, remember? If you don’t have any self-control, I’ll have to control your impulses for you.”
“I’m sorry,” I babble. “I didn’t mean to. I just wanted you so badly. Please, Dane. Please. Master,” I correct myself when his expression darkens. “Mercy.”
He cocks his head at me. “And what sort of mercy do you want, little dove? Do you want me to release you? Or do you want to come?”
I squirm in my restraints, at a loss. My entire body throbs with the painful need to orgasm, but my pride is on the verge of shattering entirely if I remain in this predicament much longer.
His smirk is downright demonic: a prince of hell reveling in tormenting his damned captive. “That’s what I thought.”
He presses a button on the small remote again, and the egg vibrates gently inside me, enough to keep me on edge but not push me to completion.
“No…” I moan.
He doesn’t deign to reply this time. He doesn’t have to. My refusal means nothing, and I have no hope of denying him.
In the back of my mind, I know I could stop this with a single safe word, but I’m just as deeply lost in this dark game as he is.
He slips the remote into his pocket so that he can slowly free the knots that secure my wrists and ankles. As the tension releases, he tenderly rubs my arms and legs, chasing away the pins and needles that were beginning to prickle at my flesh. He’ll never damage his precious pet.
