Page 117 of Dark Duet: Platinum Edition
“I see why Caleb is so drawn to you. You’re the type of woman who begs to be bridled and yet refuses to yield. Such women are the nectar of life,” he said. “Believe me, Celia is quite happy. I give her everything she needs and more than she desires.”
I kept my mouth shut and let Felipe have it his way.
“Will you allow Caleb to sell you?” he asked.
“I don’t have a choice,” I whispered.
“To live as a slave or to die on one’s own terms is always a choice, sweet girl,” he whispered. “Perhaps you should remind your current master.”
“Why do you say mycurrentmaster?”
“Didn’t Caleb tell you? Rafiq arrives tomorrow. I suspect you’ll both be leaving us very soon. It’s a pity, though. I begrudgingly admit I’ve enjoyed having you both around. Caleb is an interesting man – a bit…drastic, but interesting nonetheless.”
I felt as though someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked the air out of my lungs. Rafiq was coming for me, and Caleb wasn’t going to stop him. It was over. I’d lost.
“Let me go,” I whimpered. “Please, help me.”
Felipe sighed. “I’m afraid it isn’t possible, sweet girl. Rafiq…well, let me just say, he does not take kindly to betrayal.”
As I tried to process what he was telling me, I heard his steps and cringed when he set the wet gag back into place and secured it firmly. I panicked when the coldness of the cables ran up along my body. I didn’t want the clamps back on my nipples. I struggled with all my might. My torso was relatively free, so it was with some difficulty that he held me down with his weight to replace the clamps.
“No!” I screamed in frustration, but there was only his soft laughter in response.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl, but I can’t have your master find you in a different position. It’s rude.”
I whined pitifully. I had finally come down from my heightened arousal. My clit ached, and my nipples did too – but I was glad to feel somewhat normal again. I wasn’t sure I could handle more torture.
“I’ll give you a gift before I go,” said Felipe.
I shook my head passionately, but it didn’t stop him from placing his hand between my legs and caressing me. My body stilled, and against my wishes, he stoked the flame of my desire, in no time making it burn hotly once more. Soon, I pressed myself toward him, looking for the release I needed so desperately. And finally, he sent me over the edge. He rubbed me harder and faster, and I screamed as my orgasm ripped me apart. I wanted more. As starved as I was, the powerful orgasm did little to ebb my passion. It was with deep dread I realized he was replacing the clamp taken from my clit. I begged for him not to do it.
Within moments of him leaving, my torture began anew.
***
It was a very long time before the door opened again, and this time I wasn’t going to simply be content with physical release. Unless, of course, physical release included punching Caleb in the stomach and then raping him into oblivion.
I growled when I heard footsteps coming near me, secretly praying it was Caleb I was directing my wrath toward and not another uninvited visitor. One smug laugh later, and I knew it was him. I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of relief.
“How’re you feeling, Pet?” I would’ve liked to spew invective at him just then, but the machine went off again and it was all I could do to hold in my screaming. Over the course of the night, the charges had become less frequent. I wondered if it had been a mercy my mysterious visitor had imparted. Regardless, the pulses were powerful, and it had been going on for hours. They were both pleasurable and painful, with increasing tendencies toward the pain. When the charge finally released me, I couldn’t help but sob softly behind the drenched gag in my mouth.
“That bad, huh?” he said, but I knew his words held absolutely no sympathy for what he’d done. I sucked in air deeply when he removed the clamps from my body.
“I hate you!” I yelled. Though the words were muffled behind the gag, I knew he could make them out. He cupped my breasts in both hands and gently massaged me.
“I hate you,Master,” he said with hungry lust lacing his voice.
He tweaked my nipples playfully. I winced and tried to shrink away from his touch.
“Sensitive?” he whispered softly in my ear. When I didn’t respond, he pinched them a little harder and a yelp broke past my lips. “Answer,” he said coolly.
“Yes, Master,” I whined. My anger with him had grown as the hours had passed. I’d convinced myself that when he came to get me, I would really give him a piece of my mind. Of course, it’s easy to be brave when the object of your fear isn’t holding your sore nipples hostage.
“Good, Kitten,” he said. He placed his warm palms against my stiff little peaks and pressed softly to massage them as he also kneaded my breasts. I moaned loudly. My head rolled to the side as he touched me exactly the way I needed to be touched. I never wanted the feeling to end.
His thigh pressed against the table near the top of my head as he worked his hands lower, from my breasts, to my ribs, to my surprisingly sore hips. He rubbed softly, and I couldn’t help but moan and get lost in the surety of his hands and in the clean, masculine smell emanating from his body, which inevitably leaned toward me. I thought about Felipe. I thought about the way he’d pressed his cock against my lips, the way I’d so readily accepted him when I thought he had been Caleb.
Unwittingly, I undulated beneath Caleb’s hands, my body telling him what I couldn’t possibly say out loud. I needed him to make me come. He sighed audibly, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
