Page 18 of Bound by Love
I want him to claim me…to ravage this vessel he has primed for his use. But I am left needy and desperate when he pulls away.
Rytsar joins me next. After taking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, he tightens my bonds and whispers in my ear that he is going to make me orgasm.
Claiming my submission, he bites my neck. His teeth sink into my skin, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark.
He kneels behind me and begins strapping a device I know well onto my trembling thigh. Settling the head of it against my clit, he places it at just the right angle to leave me helpless to its vibration. Rytsar backs away without turning it on. He picks up his cat o’ nines and I whimper when I hear it cut through the air, knowing the intense pain it will cause.
He smiles as he walks around me slowly, feeding off my fear and obviously relishing it.
Without a safeword, I know he may be the greatest challenge I face tonight. The first time I scened with him and his nines, I’d only taken three strokes before I had cried “red”—and my back still burns with Master Anderson’s recent attention.
I have no safety net now…it both terrifies and arouses me.
Rytsar returns to my side, tracing his finger over my lips. “You will count out each strike,” he commands before reaching down and turning on the Magic Wand. My whole body stiffens as my clit is rocked by the strong vibration.
Because of the priming done by Master Anderson, I am not surprised when the first orgasm builds at lightning speed.
“Permission to come?” I gasp, having no idea what I will do if he says no, since I have no control at this point.
“Of course,” he replies smoothly. “I want you to come often while you scream.”
His words frighten me but do not hinder that first orgasm. My whole body shudders in pleasure.
“Good…” he purrs in that sexy Russian accent.
My senses suddenly come back into sharp focus as he stands behind me, swinging the nines lazily, making me wait for that first strike.
I have never been so scared. Out of nowhere, I start to cry.
He chuckles. “I take pleasure in your tears,radost moya.”
I whimper softly, glancing in the mirror when he releases that first stroke. Fire erupts on my back as I cry out a painful, “One…” He crisscrosses the next stroke with the same intensity, and I scream, “Two…” His strokes are focused, dragging a beast-like shriek from me when I try to voice the next number.
He growls lustfully, turned on by my agony, and commands, “Come for me.”
I shake my head in disbelief. Not because I want to disobey him, but because I think it’s impossible while his fiery strokes continue. But it’s as if my body is connected to him now, desiring his pleasure. I shift my focus to that buzzing tool between my legs.
I cannot drown out the fierce pain his nines incite, but it becomes melded with the stimulation of the wand. With concentration, I am able to build on it until my next climax hovers on the edge.
“Da,” he purrs behind me just as the nines cut through the air, landing on my back.
His verbal encouragement, coupled with the stroke of his nines, sets off a chain reaction in both my mind and body. My entire being shudders as I am taken over by an intense orgasm born of unbearable pain and intense pleasure.
Rytsar pauses for a moment, letting me savor it. But, just as it ends, the nines start up again, and I howl in pain.
“Radost moya…” Rytsar says my name with a dangerously lustful tone that calls to the submissive in me.
My next orgasm follows, rocking my body with painful flames of desire. It is like the spiciest of foods in its addictiveness. As much as it hurts, I want more, even though it might hurt me. Before I know it, my thoughts, feelings, and the physical stimuli meld into one. I am no longer aware, lost to where I am and what is happening…
“Come back to me.”
The voice of my Master pulls me back from subspace. With great effort, I open my eyes and I gaze into his. I feel his warm hand caressing my cheek, and I sigh in contentment.
“You are not done, my dear.”
I let out a small gasp as he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to a new room where the other Doms are waiting for me. This one has mirrors on all four walls.
Sir sets me down but holds me steady because I am still groggy.
