Page 52 of Clawed
“Better.”He shifted back into place at her side, one hand tweaking her nipples while the other had somehow found the hairbrush again and dragged it along her buttocks.“This is how it should be, isn’t it, little girl?”
She moaned in reply, unsure what her guttural grunt was supposed to mean.In all those intervening years when Lawes had been nothing but a sordid figure from her nightmares, she’d wrestled with the reality of her love-hate relationships with gags.At first glance, she despised the things, her body reacting physiologically with sweaty palms and an accelerating pulse to their restrictions.Yet, the first time one had been coerced into her mouth, she’d experienced something else—panic, yes—but then something she’d never expected.The pulsing at her pussy confirmed the odd reaction.
For some incomprehensible reason, she found the loss of liberty to speak insanely fucking sexy.Even though it made no sense, particularly in her current dangerous predicament, looking up at the hook attached high on the door in front of her, still holding her so effectively in place, she could no longer deny its tantalizing tug.The effect was as real as the brush Lawes was sliding along her sore ass.
Tugging ruthlessly at her right nipple, his fingertips skimmed along her tummy until they slipped back into place at her needy sex.She peered at him through half-open lids as two of those digits slid back inside her, marveling at how much she detested him, yet how nothing had ever felt so fucking divine.
“That good, eh?”His laughter was deep and low, the noise resonating over her sensitized body like electricity.“Thisis supposed to be a punishment, remember?”
Shedidremember.The ache in her shoulders and her ass were constant reminders, but then the heel of his hand brushed her clit as his fingers delved deeper, and those problems were abruptly less significant.
“Uck.”
She forced the noise out as best she could, realizing she was stretching her lips wider than the circle, preventing her from articulating the word.She didn’t want to be there, hadn’t asked to be his prisoner all over again, but hell, if he was going to torment her with such exquisite torture, then who was she to argue?
Lawes knew her.He understood her responses and the kinks that heightened her desire better than anyone.If she had to endure the merciless treatment, then let him shower her with the pleasure as well as the pain.
“Yeah.”His voice was breathless, his own emotions warring in his eyes when she looked more closely.“We both know you’re going to come so fucking hard, you won’t know what’s hit you.”
He shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe his own stupidity as he brought the brush down against her backside again.
She groaned at the sensation, vaguely aware that her brain should be registering the swat as pain, yet she was way too deep into his dark rabbit hole to accept that obvious conclusion.Whatever hurt the brush inflicted was drawn immediately as fuel for her raging fire, the energy threatening to explode at any moment.
Her head fell forward as he struck her again, and in response, she snapped her hips forward ruthlessly, taking more of the sweet friction her clit demanded.
Fuck.
The word rebounded in her mind as the hedonism rose up around her, silencing her every discernible sense until all there was in the world was Lawes.In all the years since she’d been freed from his clutches, there had never been anyone who’d coaxed her to feel even a fraction of what he’d achieved.Him—Mark Lawes—the man who’d come to take her, his damn cuffs, his satisfying hand, and his fingers curled inside of her.And alongside those attributes, she was surprised to find she welcomed the rhythmic brutality of the hairbrush, which only seemed to push her harder toward orgasmic abyss.
For lengthened seconds, he held her there, poised on the edge of ecstasy as though they’d never been parted.She screamed as the passion rose to consume her, or at least she thought she did.All she knew for sure when the wave finally broke was that she surrendered to it entirely, inviting its suffocating black solace when it dragged her down into the depths of Lawes’ sordid branch of hell.
Chapter Twenty
Reunion
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