Page 98 of Orion Ruined

We reach the bench and I crouch down in front of her. She’s panting, her sweet breath intoxicating me even when she’s leashed, her eyes diluted as if I’ve fucked her already. She’s messing with her own mind too soon. My fingers tangle in her hair and I pull her to me.

Her mouth, partly open, yields under my pressure. She offers me her lips, and I give her a hard, still kiss and inhale all that she is. Every moment she was missing from my life, I get back now. I pull her lower lip between my teeth and bite her, drawing blood. A little warning of what’s to come.

“You see the breeding bench over here, Maisy? I’m gonna tie you to it and use your body as a cum bucket.” I mutter the words against her lips as her eyes dart to the side. “As my whore, you’ll do anything I want you to.”

Visibly eager for a full, deep kiss, she lunges at me, but I hold her in place by her hair.

“You want that, slut?” I whisper in her ear. “The three of us fucking you and using you as breeding practice so when the time comes, we can do a good job and breed a real woman, multiple times… and have her babies, not yours, you fucking whore!”

She freezes for a millisecond, hurt filling her face. Good. Excellent. She’s jealous. Fuck me. I see what gets to her.

I press my lips to hers and claim her mouth fully, selfishly, in my own way taking everything she has. But it’s a bittersweet moment for her. She’s doubting my love. That’s where I was, all this fucking time, thanks to her lies.

I stand up and pull on the belt, taking her to her feet, and then remove it. “Take off your clothes.” From the bottom drawer of my desk, I take out a leather harness and hand it to her. “And put this on.”

I need to be able to hold on to something while slamming my cock into her cunt. The plan is not to touch her in any other way today. As she follows my orders I unzip my pants, relieving the tension from my cock.

She starts undressing and her scent hits me like a ton of bricks, something like orchids, enough to put a whole army under a spell. As she pulls her t-shirt over her head the material catches on her breasts a moment before they drop, abundant and bouncing freely in front of me. Irresistible. As for her jeans, the moment she unbuttons them they fall to the floor and I see she’s not bothered with panties, drawing my urgent attention to her cunt. Fully shaved. I suck in a breath as precum seeps into my pants. Did she do that today? She better. She better!

“Fucking cunt!” I adjust my cock in my pants. She did this on purpose.

A frown appears between her brows as she picks up the harness, her diluted pupils sharpening while she makes sense of how it works, and where to put her arms and legs.

Maisy dons the harness and her breasts jiggle as she does. I’d give anything to put them in my mouth and suck on them. With the harness on, she turns her back to me, waiting to be buckled. No words are spoken. Good girl.

I tighten the straps over her shoulders, her waist, and around her thighs just under her butt cheeks, being careful not to touch her skin. As I deftly fasten the buckle across her back, I lean in close to her ear. “You’re gonna lie face-down on the bench and be quiet, understood?”

She turns to look at me, as if she’s not understanding what I’m asking her to do. Her obsidian eyes show fear, helplessness, panic, but so what? That’s the idea.

I quirk an eyebrow at her. “Anything you want to say, whore?”

Maisy’s anxiety is obvious. She’s been bound before, but not like this. She exhales and lowers her head, her eyes downcast. She shakes her head in response.

She climbs onto the bench and lies down, cringing when her stomach touches the cold leather. Wasting no time, I secure her left wrist by strapping it tight with the leather cuffs at the base. I do the same with the other. The bench narrows slightly at the far end, allowing her breasts to overhang on the sides as her upper body is pinned to the leather.

I walk around her and admire her spread legs, straddling the bench with her ass and cunt open for me. I strap in both of her ankles with the leather restraints on each side, and pull a lever to position her ass higher. Fuck me. She’s open for business. Finally, I secure her torso by buckling the leather restraint across her waist.

Now she’s secured firmly in place, I stand over her and assess her position. I want perfection, though, so I fix the harness better on her body, along each strap, letting her stew in the anticipation. She looks away as I tether her and with each fastening pull, she gives off a small whimper.

I’ll go easy. I don’t want to break her, but in a way, I think she wants this. I intend to enjoy myself. I glance over at my desk where the second drawer’s open, holding all my tools ready to be used. My eyes land on the leather spanking paddle, one side flat and the other with rivets for scratching, and the two-layered paddle with the word ‘slut’ on it. That one’s tough to take, but I’m gonna make her my slut today no matter what.

I take the paddles from the drawer and leave them on the desk, directly within her eyeline. I didn’t expect to see panic in her eyes, and yet there it is. She’s practically stopped breathing, taking small, shallow breaths that are barely enough to keep her alive, as if I’m going to kill her.

I stroke her head and lean close to her ear. “If anything’s too much, just say so and I’ll stop. Deal?”

She nods and inhales deeply, squirming on the bench as if testing how much room for movement she has while restrained.

I take two nipple clamps from my drawer, each with a small lead weight in the shape of a heart, and reach for one of Maisy’s nipples, playing with it between my fingers before pinching it. She hums as I tug on it and with the other hand, without letting her notice the swap, I place the clamp on it. The moan that struggles to come from her is bravely swallowed down as I force an uninvited feeling of arousal into her body. She turns her head and her pupils, wanton and diluted, follow my every move. Now that she’s tied to the bench with a clamp freely hanging from her nipple, I know any minute movement she makes will go straight between her thighs. Her ass somehow looks more raised than before. Little slut! I attach the other clamp in the same way.

There’s one last step before I let loose. I connect my cell to the speakers and put on Sisters of Mercy’s “More” on repeat. That first chord blaring on the speakers drives me to open a brand-new bottle of whiskey that’s neatly stashed in my drawer with a few tumblers. I planned to drink this every night she was gone, but then I realized my plan was shit. So, I made a better one. This one right here, now. I pour myself a generous amount and drink it neat, welcoming the burn that slides down my throat. The fire in my mouth demands more and I pour myself another. With my whiskey in hand, I pick up the paddle from the desk and go to Maisy.

The chorus kicks in as I drag the cold rivets of the paddle up her legs to her ass cheeks. She flinches at the cold touch. Maybe she thinks that’s what she’s getting, but then I turn the paddle over and smack her, hard.

The lead weights move, and her mouth opens without any sound coming out. Her moan comes a beat later, heavy and deep. Her head turns to the side, her lustful eyes opening slowly and landing on me. In her infinite darkness, I see dazzling stars. She looks powerless and yet so powerful, as if she’s absolving me of any wrongdoing. I continue dragging the paddle over her, grazing the skin of her back and gliding back down to her ass cheek where I smack her again, the smooth side up. Then, I do something unplanned: I dig my teeth into her ass, leaving a mark.

I needed that. I won’t apologize.

She jolts, then whimpers, her nipples tugged by the weighted clamps. She attempts to still her body but it’s impossible to stop the movement of the weights, swinging in circles like little crystal pendulums. That’s what’s getting to her. I run the paddle rivet-side down to the other leg, from the soles of her feet up to her ass where I land on her skin another perfect smack.

---