Page 117 of Jagged Souls
I try to bang against the floor again, but this time no one comes. As I black out, my limbs fall still, and then I come to on the bed. He ties me up with straps already prepared for me, both my arms and legs. Either he did it before entering the bathroom, or they were always there, a mimic of the breeding table they had me on at the school.
My mouth is pried open and a new bottle of V is poured down my throat.
I try to spit it out, but he cups a hand over my lips and pinches my nose. Desperate to breathe, I suck it down, and he laughs as he releases me. Sharp arousal spreads through me. I fight it as much as I can, but as soon as Sadist starts stroking my body, I can feel my pussy growing wet.
“You want this, don’t you, whore?” He rubs my breasts, then tugs on my nipples.
I shudder and clench my fists even as my legs spread on their own accord. He chuckles as he slides a hand down to my pussy. “I bet you’re already soaked.” He slips a finger inside of me, working it in and out. “Oh, yeah, you are. I can see how much you want this.”
I tremble against my binds. Desperate to distract myself from what he’s forcing my body to do, I focus on Dayne’s heartbeat. I can feel him through the tattoo I gave him years ago – a promise that I will always protect him. He gave me a similar one, but Varius had me burn it off, and in this moment, I’m thankful. I don’t want him feeling me as I suffer through this. His heartbeat wouldn’t be normal then. Wouldn’t be calm, and I need to feel that right now.
Sadist shuffles down the bed. His head goes between my legs, and as his deformed tongue laps against my lips, I hate myself for feeling pleasure.
For rocking my pussy into his face.
For cradling him with my thighs.
I tug on the binds, desperate to break free, but they hold fast.
He licks me, and I can feel it coming.
I squeeze my eyes shut, begging my body not to do this to me.
My orgasm builds. I’m not going to be able to stop it.
But just as I start to near the edge of no return, Sadist pulls back.
I cry out in frustration even though I don’t want him to continue.
My thighs tremble as my hips lift, seeking his face.
He laughs at me.
I scream at me.
Moving off the bed, he says, “Beg me to shove my dick into your wet cunt.”
I clamp my mouth shut. Try to concentrate on Dayne’s heart rate to override my own.
The words burn at the back of my throat, but I refuse to let them free.
Ba thump
Ba thump.
I love you, Dayne.
Once again, he is saving me. There’ve been many restless nights where I wasn’t able to sleep without focusing on his heartbeat. And I know he’s done the same.
Ba thump.
Ba thump.
Blocking myself off to whatever Sadist is saying, I focus on what I can control.
Ba thump.
Ba thump.
