Page 58 of The Sadist and the Brat

She had to get him to move.

“Fuck you,” she gasped, and snapped her teeth at him again.

“Oh no, baby,” he drawled. “Fuck you.”

He bent his head, gathering the chain in his teeth, and leaned back. He pulled it taut and kept going, tightening the clamps on her brutalized nipples. She lost her breath in a silent scream, back arching to try to take the pressure off, and her pussy went fist-tight.

He rumbled something that she couldn’t quite understand, not with the chain between his teeth and the blood rushing in her ears. He leaned forward, letting the chain dangle between them for a moment, then jerked back again, and her cunt spasmed anew.

She saw literal stars, exploding behind her eyes like sparklers on the Fourth of July, and tasted the sharp coppery tang of blood.

“Open your eyes, Sadie,” he demanded, and she realized she’d closed them. She forced them open, blinking to bring him into focus. His face was taut, and there was a glitter in the dark chocolate depths of his eyes. Heat and lust and the cool calculation of a Dom’s assessment, making sure she was okay to keep going even though she hadn’t even hinted at her safeword. She stared back at him, too far gone to be able to keep her feelings hidden, her ability to censor herself washed away in the flood of pain and the promise of pleasure.

With his eyes locked on hers, he tightened his grip on her ass and began to move.

He fucked her with hard, heavy thrusts that made her legs shake and her tits bounce. The chain was still caught in his mouth, yanking the clamps on her nipples with every bounce, the silver glinting against the gold-flecked mahogany of his beard.

Every heavy, hammering thrust brought a sunburst of pleasure, heightened by the pain in her nipples, in her ass. Her thighs ached from trying to hold on to his hips, her arms from being stretched overhead. She wanted to bitch at him about it, to whine and brat it up, but for once she didn’t have the insults. There was nothing in her brain but the need for more, however she could get it.

She started to fuck him back, pumping her hips into his thrusts, and he laughed around the chain.

She didn’t care.

The pleasure was gathering in her belly, the need getting stronger with every slide of his cock into her pussy, every bump of his pelvis against her clit. She wanted the promise of that pleasure, the explosion of pressure and tension and need that would burn and cleanse like fire, leaving nothing behind but peace.

She wiggled in his grip, using the little strength she had left in her arms to take a little of her own weight and push it back at him. It helped, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She twisted against him, seeking more, and one of his hands slipped and sent his middle finger skidding inward to press against her anus.

Her choked cry, and the accompanying spasm of her pussy around his cock, made him smile around the chain. “That what you need?” he muttered, bouncing her to adjust his grip so the middle fingers of both hands connected with her fluttering anus. He dug in and pulled, spreading the tender hole enough for both fingers to slip into the slight gape.

The orgasm hit her like a lightning strike, white hot and sudden, crackling through her. A scream tore from her throat that he swallowed when he kissed her. She tasted metal and blood and a hint of minty toothpaste when his tongue thrust into her mouth, tangling with hers around the chain in an almost desperate kiss. She bit his tongue as the spasms in her pussy went on and on, and cried into his mouth when he bit back. The chain tightened, bringing a burst of pain that set off another round of spasms.

He wrenched his mouth from hers, the chain falling to land on her chest. He followed it down, sinking his teeth into the upper swell of her breast with a growl, his hips speeding up to hammer into her even harder.

She closed her eyes, bouncing and shaking in his grip as he pounded her, floating on a sea of endorphins. He stiffened between her thighs, his cock swelling and pulsing inside her as he came.

She kept them closed when he softened his grip on her ass and unlocked his teeth from her breast, when he slid his still hard cock from her swollen cunt and set her gently on her feet. She swayed when he released her arms, sagging against him when he scooped her up and laid her on the bed, and when she finally opened her eyes and saw him staring back at her with concern and what could only be described as affection, she wondered what the hell she’d done.

Chapter Nine

Jack closed the door gently behind him.

“How is she?”

He looked up at James, seated by the fireplace with a drink in his hand. “Asleep.”

“I’m not surprised. That was…”

“Intense,” Jack finished, and collapsed on the sofa.

“It was that,” James agreed, and held out a glass. “Here. I took the liberty.”

“Thanks.” Jack took the tumbler of whiskey, swirling the glass so the amber liquid danced in the firelight.

“You’re going to need to have those pants cleaned,” James remarked.

Jack dropped his gaze to his lap. His slacks were no longer damp, but there were definite stains, and not just from Sadie rubbing her face all over his crotch. “Yeah. My dry cleaner is going to have questions.”

James chuckled. “Worth it?”

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