Page 60 of Absolution
He withdraws with an arrogant laugh, reveling in my predicament. The mocking sound wraps around me like a caress, and my head tips back on a low moan.
My entire body is thrumming for him, and he only stokes my maddening lust with teasing brushes of his masterful hands as he continues to suspend my helpless body.
He ties my opposite thigh, and when he applies upward pressure this time, my final support is taken from me. I can no longer balance on my own, and the rope cage bites into my tender flesh as it supports my full weight. I cry out at the rush of sweet pain, and it sends me flying high.
Just as he promised, I’m floating, caressed and supported by his cruelly erotic ropes.
Wet desire drips down my thighs, but I’m too far gone to feel so much as a flicker of embarrassment over my overt arousal. My body aches for him, and I fix him in a pleading stare.
“I need to come, Master,” I pant. “Mercy, please.”
“So desperate already, are we?” he taunts.
I nod frantically.
My demonic prince smirks at me, relishing my torment. “You don’t know the meaning of desperation yet. I’ll teach you.”
He’s holding a wand vibrator, and it buzzes to life in his big hand. I try to shift my hips toward it, but all I manage to do is inflict fresh pain as the rope harness shifts and bites into my flesh with bruising force.
My moan is a raw sound of desire, pain, and frustration.
“Poor pet,” he murmurs. “You’ll have to suffer so much more for me. I can’t get enough of those pretty moans.”
The vibrator makes the lightest contact with my slick labia, and I jerk in my restraints. His keen eyes pin me more securely than the ropes, studying me like I’m a particularly fascinatingbutterfly. He doesn’t move the vibrator; he keeps it just below my clit, barely touching my needy pussy.
Sweat beads on my brow, and I draw in short, shallow gasps as I struggle to process the pleasure that torments me to the edge of pain. My clit pulses madly, and my core aches as though it’s bruised deep inside. The pain fuels my pleasure, and my mind goes blissfully calm as the two opposing feelings twine together until they’re inextricably linked.
I fall into his glinting green eyes, and he becomes my whole world. There’s only his will and the mercy of his touch.
My desire crests, and my muscles tense as I reach my peak even from the light stimulation of the vibrator.
I cry out when he pulls it away abruptly, and my core contracts in an agonized squeeze at the denial.
“Please…” I beg raggedly. “I need more.”
He cocks his head at me. “More torment? I’ll gladly oblige you, greedy pet.”
“No…” My denial morphs into a low groan when he puts the vibrator back in its teasing position.
I writhe in the ropes, welcoming their bite as they shift around me. I’ll take any stimulation I can that will help me obtain release—pleasure or pain.
He clicks his tongue at me in rebuke and removes the vibrator again.
I shriek in wordless protest, and he grins in response.
He watches me struggle for a while, enjoying my helplessness and desperation. Even as I’m consumed by carnal frustration, his absolute power over me fuels my lust. It’s beyond simple physical desire; my need for my dark god is soul deep and all consuming.
I lose track of how many times he takes me to the edge, only to deny me. After a while, I’m not sure if I’m begging for an orgasm or for more of his cruel torment. I’ll take anything hedeigns to give me, as long as he keeps me locked in that intense emerald stare.
He caresses my heated cheek, his fingers easing into my disheveled curls.
“I can be a merciful master,” he coos. “I want to see you come for me now. But first, you will witness your complete subjugation. You will know that you’re my pretty plaything, and you only receive pleasure when I demand it of you.”
He grips my hips, changing my balance in the suspension. My back arches, and my entire body shifts so that I’m parallel with the floor. My knees bend so that my feet are pointed above me, my ankles instinctively hooking around the ropes as I settle into the new, slightly contorted position. The pressure on the harness at my upper back forces my head to tip back, and the tension of the cage around my chest increases to further restrict my breathing.
My head spins, and everything goes hazy.
“Breathe,” he commands.
