Page 36 of Ruthless Keeper
He doesn’t wait. He plucks at my nipple to get it to harden, then fixes the cup over it. Then, he pulls on an attachment at the head, and I hear a small noise as all the air in the cup is expelled. The sensation that follows is so strange and instantly overwhelming; it’s like there’s an incredibly powerful vacuum constantly pulling at my nipple, forcing it to engorge and swell. It doesn’t hurt, not exactly, butGod,it pulses and aches. I try to pull my arms in front of me, to instinctively get this thing off, but I can’t move my arms—or my legs. I’m completely helpless.
“Monster, please, I don’t like—”
“Hush,” he cuts me off. “This isn’t for you. This is for me—and for your training, got it? I need to figure this body out, find out what makes it tick.” He attaches the suction cup to my other nipple, and I let out a quiet whimper. Now, both of my breasts are bathed in an ache that originates from my nipples.
“How do they feel?” Monster asks me, tweaking a cup. The ache intensifies, and I moan, lost to sensations. “Any pain?”
I shake my head. “Too—too much.”
“Scarlett, we haven’t even gotten started yet,” Monster murmurs. He stands and takes a seat on his chair, then pulls a remote out of his pocket. A soft sob escapes me.
“We’ll start out on a pulsing pattern. You’re not allowed to come until I tell you. Understood?”
I can’t form the words to respond.
Greyson leans down and tugs on one of the suction cups. “Understood?”
“Yes!”I yelp.
“Good girl.” He flicks on the vibrator, and my entire body goes tense as the invading dildo buzzes lowly inside of meandagainst my clit, stimulating me from all angles. My brows pinch, and that familiar knot immediately forms at the base of my stomach, lazily winding tighter and tighter, already pushing me toward an orgasm. The vibrations dial up once, twice—
Then they shut off completely, and a loud, pitiful whimper escapes me. “W-wait—”
“Shh,” Monster replies. “No talking or I’ll get a gag. I have a call in…” he pauses. “Three minutes. It’ll last about an hour. If you come before I tell you, you will be punished—and you’re not allowed to come before my call is done.”
The vibrations start up again, buzzing at a much lower frequency, tantalizing me and holding the promise of an orgasm over my head without delivering. I barely hear it as a phone on the desk rings, and Greyson picks up. I tryso hardto focus on what he’s saying, to gather information, but my mind is scrambled by the vibrator and the weird things on my nipples, making it impossible for me to catch anything useful. Quiet moans are forced from me, and when the vibrations dial up to teeth-chattering speeds, a pitiful, loud, whimpering moan earns me a glare from Monster. He holds his hand over the phone.
“Quiet, or I’ll gag you, and don’t you fuckingdareorgasm.” He uncovers the phone and keeps talking, while I try to tense my inner muscles to hold back an orgasm. Idon’twant to find out what punishment I’ll be subjected to if I disobey, but I don’t think I can hold back much longer. Not with the intense vibrations and constant, taunting pressure on my nipples.
The vibrator shuts off again, and I sob quietly, tears rolling down my cheeks. I’m already exhausted, tapped-out, but I get the dreadfulsense that Monster has only just gotten started with me—and I have a long road ahead.
The vibrator switches on and off three more times throughout Monster’s call. I can feel him watching me, observing my torment with pleasure, but his words never falter—it’s as if I’m not even here. Finally, the call ends. Monster cups my chin and forces me to look at him while reaching for the stress-ball-pump-thing on the desk. He pulls at my collar just enough to slip the small ball beneath it, pressing it right up against my windpipe. Understanding dawns on me just as the vibrator starts working again, and terror sparks in my chest, swirling with the pleasure.
“Fucking hell, Flower,” Monster mutters almost angrily. “I’m about to come just from watching you. In fact…” he unzips his pants and fists the length of his cock. I try to look away, but he takes my chin again. “Uh-uh. You keep those eyes on me. Watch me.” He slowly starts stroking his length, and I watch as clear fluid leaks from his tip, gaze at the way his muscles tense and bunch under his shirt. “I’m going to come all over those pretty tits. As soon as I do, you may come, butnot before. Do you understand me?”
I nod with a moan.
“Good girl.” He releases my chin and picks up the remote for the vibrator, taking control of it. “Don’t you fucking dare look away from me, Scarlett…” he dials the vibrations up, and my whole body tenses as my pussy begins to pulse. The stimulation on my clit, my nipples… God, I can’t hold it. I just can’t.
Then, Greyson picks up the pump attached to the ball in my collar, and presses it. The small ball against my windpipe grows in size, pointedly restricting my breathing. Icanstill breathe, but each breath is met with resistance, and my head quickly begins to swim with a heady, floaty feeling.
“I—I can’t—”
“Don’t panic. You can still breathe. Not as easily as before, but you can.” He jerks himself harder. “I’m almost there, Flower. Less than a minute and you can come.” He lets out a low, tortured groan. “Fuck…” he squeezes the pump again, until I can scarcely breathe at all. “Come.”
He switches to the remote with the vibrator, putting it on an evenhighersetting, just before the first rope of white liquid spurts from his cock and lands on my tits. My back arches and I release a piercing scream as a furious tempest of an orgasm sweeps over me, clearing my mind of all thought. I whimper, I shake, I moan, and I sob my way through a consuming orgasm that goes on and on and on until I think I’ll pass out.
The vibrations instantly become too intense, overstimulating my sensitive pussy. The ball on my windpipe shrinks, freeing my breathing, but my head continues to swim as the orgasmjust fucking keeps goingwith no end in sight. A horrible pressure forms in my lower belly, pressing on my bladder, and I suddenly feel like I’m about to pee myself.
“Fuck, Scarlett, are you going to squirt for me?” I barely register Monster’s words. I’m too consumed and caught up in a maelstrom of pleasure, in that strange pressure that keeps building. Monster leans down and pinches my clit around the vibrating attachment, and the pressure releases along with a hoarse cry and a stream of liquid that feels like it’s forced out of me. Humiliation and shame redden my cheeks while Monster releases a string of curses intermixed with praise.
Gradually, the vibrations dial down, giving my sore pussy a much-needed break. They shut off, leaving me slumped, panting, and trembling with aftershocks.
“Goodfucking girl,” Monster growls. “Jesus Christ, Scarlett. That was fucking beautiful.”
“I—I—I…” I can’t even form a sentence through the shame.
“You squirted,” Monster says. “I’m going to want to see that again, very soon. Now, you get a break for a few minutes, and we’ll start again.”
