Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
My moan is a raw sound of desire, pain, and frustration.
“Poor pet,” he murmurs. “You’ll have to suffer so much more for me. I can’t get enough of those pretty moans.”
The vibrator makes the lightest contact with my slick labia, and I jerk in my restraints. His keen eyes pin me more securely than the ropes, studying me like I’m a particularly fascinating butterfly. He doesn’t move the vibrator; he keeps it just below my clit, barely touching my needy pussy.
Sweat beads on my brow, and I draw in short, shallow gasps as I struggle to process the pleasure that torments me to the edge of pain. My clit pulses madly, and my core aches as though it’s bruised deep inside. The pain fuels my pleasure, and my mind goes blissfully calm as the two opposing feelings twine together until they’re inextricably linked.
I fall into his glinting green eyes, and he becomes my whole world. There’s only his will and the mercy of his touch.
My desire crests, and my muscles tense as I reach my peak even from the light stimulation of the vibrator.
I cry out when he pulls it away abruptly, and my core contracts in an agonized squeeze at the denial.
“Please…” I beg raggedly. “I need more.”
He cocks his head at me. “More torment? I’ll gladly oblige you, greedy pet.”
“No…” My denial morphs into a low groan when he puts the vibrator back in its teasing position.
I writhe in the ropes, welcoming their bite as they shift around me. I’ll take any stimulation I can that will help me obtain release—pleasure or pain.
He clicks his tongue at me in rebuke and removes the vibrator again.
I shriek in wordless protest, and he grins in response.
He watches me struggle for a while, enjoying my helplessness and desperation. Even as I’m consumed by carnal frustration, his absolute power over me fuels my lust. It’s beyond simple physical desire; my need for my dark god is soul deep and all consuming.
I lose track of how many times he takes me to the edge, only to deny me. After a while, I’m not sure if I’m begging for an orgasm or for more of his cruel torment. I’ll take anything he deigns to give me, as long as he keeps me locked in that intense emerald stare.
He caresses my heated cheek, his fingers easing into my disheveled curls.
“I can be a merciful master,” he coos. “I want to see you come for me now. But first, you will witness your complete subjugation. You will know that you’re my pretty plaything, and you only receive pleasure when I demand it of you.”
He grips my hips, changing my balance in the suspension. My back arches, and my entire body shifts so that I’m parallel with the floor. My knees bend so that my feet are pointed above me, my ankles instinctively hooking around the ropes as I settle into the new, slightly contorted position. The pressure on the harness at my upper back forces my head to tip back, and the tension of the cage around my chest increases to further restrict my breathing.
My head spins, and everything goes hazy.
“Breathe,” he commands.
I obey without thinking, drawing in shallow sips of oxygen until my vision clears.
“Look at yourself. You will paint this for me later. Memorize every detail of your predicament.”
The scene comes into sharp focus, and I drink in the sight of my bound body, floating four feet above the floor. With my arms bound at an angle that forces my elbows to bend on either side of my head, I resemble a bird in flight. It’s elegant and perverse, and I can’t stop staring at myself.
He strokes my flushed cheek. “Good girl. You’re so beautiful when you’re helpless. Now, fly for me.”
He gently pushes my thigh, and I begin to spin slowly. My eyes drift closed, and I’m weightless. My body hums with carnal need, but my mind is flooded with enough primal chemicals to make me thoroughly intoxicated. I’ve never known a more peaceful high in my life, even as my pussy continues to throb with unmet desire.
His hands bracket my waist, and I stop spinning. Then the vibrator presses directly against my clit, and I shatter at the force of my sudden orgasm.
My scream fills the room, layering over his murmured praise. The ruthless ecstasy goes on and on, and I can’t come down from the peak. The vibrations against the most sensitive part of my body are relentless, forcing cruel ecstasy from my bound form. Desperate tears wet my cheeks, and I’m not sure if I’m babbling for mercy or muttering an endless prayer of gratitude to my dark god for his sweet torment.
After a while, all of my muscles give out, and all I can do is shake in his ropes and come again and again.