Page 88 of Ruthless Keeper
A rush of power, even in this powerless position, overcomes me. I release a quiet whimper, a shiver running up my spine.
My Monster picks up two items; a tube of something, presumably lube, and an odd metal hook with a small bulge at the end, which makes me wince from the very thought of it. I think… I think that’s supposed to go in myass.
“This lube is special,” he tells me. “It’s engineered to create a sort of icy-hot sensation that edges you even without stimulation.”
My eyes bulge. Edging? God, it’s the fuckingworst.
“Please, Monster,” I breathe. “Not that—”
“Shh,” he interrupts. “You don’t get a say here, Scarlett. You’re my toy right now, and I want to watch my toy suffer until she’s sobbing for an orgasm.”
“Fuck,” I whimper.
“Yeah,” Monster nods. “Feel free to beg however much you want later—it’ll be music to my ears. But I won’t let you come until I’m ready. Got it?”
“Please—”
“Hush. Beg later, once I’ve gotten started.” He opens the tube, squirts a generous amount of the lube onto his fingers, and then smears it over my pussy. I gasp and arch at the cool sensation… which quickly turns into a warm heat. He circles my clit, and instantly, an ache sparks that makes me whine… but it’s nowhere near as bad as when he pushes it into my pussy, working my G-spot… and then moves to thepuckered hole of myass. I jerk at my hands, wriggling; Greyson pinches my nipples. “Be still. I want to make sure you’re nice and ready.” He lubes up his hand again, then starts massaging my asshole. I wince and strain a bit at the discomfort, but there’s no pain. Only that same, slow heat that starts to travel over my extremities, and forms a ball of tension in my core. My toes curl when he pushes one finger in my ass, then two, twisting and thrusting them as I moan and jerk and whimper.
“Good girl,” he breathes. “There’s my good girl. It’s time for the hook, Scarlett. It’s not too big, but it’ll be a nice stretch for you. Are you ready?”
“No,” I whine.
“Too bad,” he says pitilessly, and picks up the hook. A small chain dangles from the end of it, but I’m too turned on to question it, swept beneath the tide of impossible heat caused by the lube. He can’t keep me like this for long—hecan’t. A few more minutes of this and I’ll be begging him for an orgasm. I’m ready to start beggingnow.
He presses the end of the cool metal hook against my ass, teasing me with it before applying a firm pressure that makes it sink right in. The chains binding me in place rattle as I jerk and shift around, gasping and blinking through the jarring sensation. It’s… strange. It doesn’t hurt, but it stimulates my most forbidden place, and I don’t know how to feel about it. It isn’tbad, but it’s not… good, either. I don’t think I’ll ever grow used to it.
“There’s another surprise with this hook,” he whispers in my ear, reaching around my body to cup my breast and massage my nipples. The hook’s chain rattles before I feel a sudden pressure on my neck, and the next time I jerk, itjostles the hook. Oh, fuck… he’s attached the chain to my collar. Any movement from me moves the hook. Just like that… I’m utterly, completely, totally fucked.
“You’ll stay like this for an hour,” he murmurs. “I’ll set a timer, but you won’t see it. Only I will. I’m sure the hour will feel like days for you.” He tightens the chain from the hook to the collar, and I screech at the burst of sudden sensation, which only pushes me closer to an orgasm.
“We’re just getting started,” he chuckles. “At the end of the hour, I’ll take my payment from you for setting up this little scene… and then you’re going to beg me to fuck your ass.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Greyson
The rattle of Scarlett’s chains and her ensuing whimpers become the soundtrack to my productivity, or lack thereof. I can barely focus on the screens in front of me with her right beside me. The lube makes it impossible for her to stay still, but each time she moves, the hook in her tight little ass jerks. She’s going to be sore as hell at the end of this.
The temptation to ignore my timer and fuck her now is almost insurmountable… but I force myself to stay still. In order to keep my wits about me, I decide I need a release, so I jerk off on her… while taunting her with the knowledge that I own her body and her pleasure.
My beautiful, delicate little Flower is in tears after the first twenty minutes. She begs me to come until words escape her and she babbles instead of begging. She jerks, she cries, she whimpers, she sobs, and I watch her pitilessly, enjoying this scene far more than I should. Loving every moment of her suffering for me.
Ultimately, I don’t get shit done. At the forty-five minute mark, I start playing with her nipples, and that’salmostenough to set her off… but not quite.
At fifty-eight minutes, I pick up the vibrator I’ll use to collect my payment and start teasing her breasts and her thighs with it.
“Pl-please,” she sobs. “God,fuck,I—I can’t…take it anymore.”
“You can and you will,” I tell her softly. “You’ll do it because you don’t have a choice. You’re not going anywhere until I’m satisfied.” I touch the vibrator to her clit, and she cries out. “You’ll do it because it pleases me, and this is how I want to see you…”
The alarm blares through the room. I turn it off and spin to face Scarlett. “This is a form of predicament bondage,” I explain to her. “The more you move, the more that hook stretches you. The more pleasure you’re teased with but denied, the more you cry for me. But, now, my tax—before we get to the next part—is an orgasm. I want an orgasm out of you, Flower, and astrong one.Can you give that to me?”
“I… I—” she cuts off with a tortured groan when I touch the vibrator to her clit again. “Please!”
“You can’t even speak,” I muse. “Can barely move. My little Flower is just about incoherent, isn’t she? So fucking pretty…” I press the vibrator fully to her clit. Her entire body tenses.
“Come for me,” I command. “Comehard—there’s my good fucking girl.” An ungodly noise spills out of her lips as she jerks and comes, tugging frantically at her hands, head thrashing from side to side as she succumbs to the pleasure. Her movements tug on the hook, which seems to prolong her orgasm until she’sscreaming,babbling incoherently, tears running down her cheeks.
