Page 85 of Tainted Obsession 1
His features soften with something like awe, the cocky smile dropping away. “Bellissima.”
He flicks a button, and the vibrations increase in intensity. I come apart on a scream, the orgasm ripping through me in a shockwave. My head tips back, making my nipples ache. The pain only heightens my release, sending me flying. My entire body shakes with the force of my ecstasy, and he keeps the vibrator firmly on my clit as I ride out the excruciating pleasure.
My pussy becomes unbearably sensitive, and the final aftershocks fade. My clit stings, so I try to edge away.
There’s nowhere to go. The restraints hold me in place, stretched out for him like an offering to a cruel, hungry god.
“We’ve only just started,dolcezza. Don’t tell me you’re ready to stop?”
I whine in response, unable to speak clearly with the chain in my mouth. I don’t dare drop it. Not because I fear consequences,but because I want to endure this for him. I will suffer in ecstasy if that’s what he needs from me.
“Good girl,” he praises, gripping my inner thigh to pin me even more securely. The vibrator grinds against my clit as he applies ruthless pressure. “You can take so much more for me. I want another orgasm.”
The stinging sensation in my clit blossoms into fresh pleasure. I crave for his thick cock to fill me, but he isn’t nearly done tormenting me.
As I peak again, his fingers dig into my soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark. The bite of possessive pain turns my harsh cry into a shriek, and I tug on the clamps again. This time, I’m not entirely sure if it’s an accident.
I’m becoming as addicted to the sweet pain as I am to the pleasure. The dizzying mix of both makes me weightless, and my mind begins to float. All that tethers me to reality are his stunning eyes and his firm hand on my thigh.
“Again,” he rasps, increasing the vibration impossibly higher.
My eyes burn as the stinging discomfort overtakes the ebbing ecstasy. Then the pleasure crests again, crashing through me. I don’t know where the torment begins and bliss ends.
I make savage, animal noises, babbling wordlessly around the chain in my mouth.
Am I pleading for release? Or for more sweet torture?
When the first tears spill down my cheeks, he turns off the vibrator. I release a sigh that hitches like a sob. My pussy is swollen and aching, but still, I want him.
Diamonds glitter, catching the light and casting rainbows. The necklace drapes over my collarbones, and the slight weight of the gems comforts me. He clasps it at my nape and fixes me in his fierce predator’s stare.
“I’m the only one who takes this off from now on.”
It isn’t a question, but I nod my agreement.
I scared him when I tried to run away. He needs to know that I’m safe, wearing the sign of his protection.
He turns his attention to the rope that binds me to the bed, quickly freeing the knots. As soon as I’m able to move, I wrap myself around him, clinging on tight.
His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue flicking the chain between my lips. I open for him on a low moan, loving the slight tug on my nipples with each lash of his tongue against mine.
His hard cock lines up with my slick opening. I’m wet and ready for him, but he still handles me with aching care as he presses into me for the first time.
He’s huge, but he made sure to prepare my body. I flower open for him, and he enters me in a slow slide. I rock my hips against him, urging him to take me, to stake his claim.
His tongue loops beneath the chain, lifting it from my mouth to his. Keeping it caught between his teeth, he leans back until the clamps pull at my nipples. I arch my back to alleviate the pain, but he shows no mercy. My inner walls clench around him, a lustful response.
I’m not sure if he’s conditioned my body to respond to pain with pleasure, or if I’ve always been like this—I’m too lost in him to consider it.
He thrusts into me, hard and deep. I scream his name, and my fingernails score his back. He releases a savage growl and increases the tension on the chain as he drives into me in a steady, ruthless rhythm. My body rocks with each harsh stroke, my breasts bouncing and tormenting my trapped nipples.
“Please…”
My entire system is overloaded, and I fear I’ll shatter entirely if he doesn’t relent.
The tension on the chain eases, and he slowly lowers it to rest on my chest.
“This will hurt,farfallina,” he warns. “But I’ll make you feel good.”
