Page 13 of Broken

I lie down flat on the bed and stretch my arms up and above my head, forearms touching, fingers entwined. Justin leans a knee on the mattress and gently pulls my arms apart. My eyes widen in surprise at the motion. Usually, he lets me set the scene. But when I open my mouth to complain, he cuts me off with a brisk, “No talking.” My jaw snaps closed immediately.

He rearranges the cuffs and slips one around each wrist before tightening them until I’m effectively pinned in place.

“Can you wiggle your fingers?” he asks me. “Blood flow alright?”

He always asks me that, and I always say the same thing. Only, he’s forbidden me to talk, so I nod my head in a silent yes and give him a tiny smile. He disappears into the closet before returning with our trunk and a tie draped loosely over his shoulders.

Silver, and silk, he slides the material over my eyes and effectively takes my sight. I don’t know why he didn’t use the mask, but I love how the fabric feels against my face.

My anticipation ramps up when I hear the squeaking lid of the trunk. It’s not overly big, but it’s satin-lined and holds all of our toys. Or most of them, at least. The ones that haven’t found a home at our bedside for easy access.

“Do you remember your safe word?” he asks, again part of his ritual. I nod in assurance, and because I know he’s always concerned that I’d forget and allow him to take it too far, I mouth the word without making a sound.

Something soft and sharp slaps my breast, and I gasp in a breath before releasing it in a moan at the unexpected contact.

“That was cheating, baby girl, but since you didn’t actually say the words, I won’t punish you for it.”

He slaps my other breast, my nipples hardening into tight peaks as the tails of the flogger cascade gently over the valley between my breasts. I can smell my sex in the air as my slick pools in the crevice between my legs.

“Besides,” he adds, his voice sounding amused. “We’ve been playing this game for long enough that I know how you work. You want to be spanked. You want me to bend you over my knee and redden that ass until it glows with my handprint.”

I squirm on the bed because he didn’t tell me to lay still, but it doesn’t do anything but work me up even tighter.

“That’s why you break the rules. So that I’ll punish you. But I’ve learned the game as well. So, from now on, if you break a rule, the punishment is no punishment at all. I’ll tie you up and leave you in a corner, then force you to watch me tug my cock until I come all over my hand. Maybe I’ll let you lick my fingers clean if you sit there like a good girl.”

I bite my lip to stop from moaning at the image he paints for me.

With every lash of the leather, white sunbursts explode behind my eyes. The sting of the lash fades into the sweetness of desire as Justin trails the tails over my exposed flesh. My muscles tighten, then relax into the mattress, eager for the next lash.

I never know where it’s coming, and so gasp and sigh at every impact. He lashes my breasts and my clit. My hips and my thighs. I feel fantastic. Unbeatable.

For the first time in weeks, I don’t feel alone.

But I do feel empty.

He still hasn’t permitted me to speak, so I spread my legs and lift my ass, hoping he gets the point. The next lash of the flogger is against my spread pussy, and I gasp, then fall into a moan, before his weight disrupts the smoothness of the mattress.

His fingers trail through my wetness, gathering it on his fingertips before he pushes it back inside me. My head flails uselessly on my neck as he teases my entrance but doesn’t do more than that. He drags the flogger over my skin but doesn’t strike me with it.

I’m keening with an unsuppressed need.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he growls. “Tell me what you need.”

“You!” I gasp, arching up off the bed. “I need to be filled by you.”

The bed jostles with his movement. I almost weep with the knowledge that he’s shedding his pants and preparing to crawl between my legs. I hear noises—a soft rustling, and the snap of a lid, and then his weight is beside me.

Beside me. Not on top of me.

Justin roughly shoves my legs apart, then drags the rounded tip of a mold of plastic through my lower lips. It’s cold, and I hiss at the contact when he forces it between my folds and into my entrance.

It’s not what I wanted. Not what I wanted at all. But I’m too far gone for complaints.

A lash slaps across my breasts, and I cry out in pleasure, red sparkles bursting behind my closed eyelids.

My brain shuts off, and sensation takes over. The girth of the toy spreads me wider than Justin’s human cock ever could. I shudder in pleasure as the blunt tip of the dildo thrusts against my cervix. The bed jostles again, and Justin’s tongue darts out to stroke across my clit at the same time. A lash lands with a snap across my torso.

I lose feeling in my fingers, but it’s simply because there aren’t enough nerve endings in my body to stimulate my extremities when so much sensation is coalescing in my gut.

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