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He should have been kicked away. Instead, his eyes flicked up wild and frenzied to see her lips draw back from her teeth in a primitive snarl. Her nails dug into his newly shaved scalp, drew blood of her own as she began to climax. With his breath hot on her pussy, his lips pressed to her, he felt her convulse under him. It made him feel something he couldn’t give a name. Didn’t want to. Through the clench of his teeth h
e tasted her. Sweet as Kahlua. Smooth, the bitter overlaid by the sweet.
She bucked against him, making harsh sounds of release, her lips parted. He watched her, caught between the lust tearing up his insides and a still wonder at the way she looked. Her breasts, moving generously with her body’s undulations. The curve of her throat, the way her cheeks and upper body flushed from the climax. So overwhelming to his senses even their torment couldn’t keep him from being riveted by it.
Only when she began to drift down did the grip of his jaws ease, his tongue lapping, mouth savoring that faint flavor, wondering at its mixture with her musky taste. His ass quivered, his inner muscles screaming even as they milked that dildo involuntarily, seeking a release.
Her legs now lay on his shoulders, one thigh trembling against his jaw so that it was the most natural thing in the world to turn his head, press a hard kiss to the skin, rub against her in jerky, aroused movements.
Her eyes opened and focused on him, watched him as he continued to kiss her there. Forcing himself to turn the volume down, he made the kisses more tender. His cock throbbed and his ass burned so badly his eyes were running with moisture that met his lips where they touched her skin. It was okay. He knew how to handle pain.
Could push it back to give her pleasure.
She probably didn’t know he knew about this part. That he didn’t understand the intense, indescribable feeling a male slave derived from serving his Mistress. There had been moments like this, when he’d gotten immersed in giving his Mistress pleasure. A part of him had known it contributed to the game he was playing with her head.
Another part of him got lost in the euphoria of it, seeing his Mistress arch into climax and knowing he’d been responsible for that ecstasy.
Her lips parted, tongue touching them as if she was wetting them to speak from a dry throat. But before she could, Fiona yanked at his collar, dragging him back from the touch of Dona’s body.
No, dammit. Throwing his weight forward, he toppled the feline woman against his back and earned an agonizing rocket of pain as she knocked into the strap-on.
He’d been at the high end of the scale with that dildo up his ass. This was like having a hot poker added to the mix. The agony drove away rational thought and left only a killing rage. He turned on Fiona. The abrupt movement yanked the tether from her grip, but without any way to balance himself he tumbled over, slamming to the ground onto one shoulder. Thank God Dona had dropped her tether at some point during his pleasuring of her, or his dick would have been yanked off.
As his knees drew up in a fetal position, Nathan wished he wasn’t in such horrid pain so that he could get to Fiona and snap her damn neck. The leopard arched just behind her legs, fuzzed up, teeth bared in a menacing hiss.
That’s right. You hide back there, Fluffy. You know I’ll whip your spotted ass. Jesus, I’m dying here.
Then Dona was there, her hand on his brow soothing him, even as he rocked with the pain. One hand brushed his belly and loosened the straps while her other hand caressed his buttock. A moment later she gripped the torture device and eased it out of him. His tender tissues wept in relief so that he couldn’t stop himself from groaning.
He’d had a lot of competent Mistresses. Hell, the best. That’s why he went after them in the first place. Mistresses who liked to play on the far edge loved him because he was able to keep his cock hard under all forms of duress. However, Dona took the scale of intense arousal and pain to a whole new level. The best opponent he’d ever had and he hadn’t even chosen her.
His cock still throbbed with frustration, her scent heavy under his nose, on his lips.
Just the press of her body behind him made his lust spike higher, even though he might be bleeding to death from his ass. Struggling to his back despite the discomfort of rolling onto his bound arms, he stared up at her. He was surrounded by some of the finest pussy he’d ever seen, but it was hers specifically he wanted to look at, to touch.
He wanted to hear her command him to fuck her. He would do it well, make her want to take him home, keep him at her bidding until…
Until he was done with her. Until he broke her. Because he always had a finish line.
She tilted her head, her fingers stroking over his chest, pinching his nipples. “You misbehaved. You’re required to take any level of pain from me without complaint, with devotion and beg for more. That’s what I demand from my slave. Stretch out your legs and spread them for me. ”
He did. As he lifted his head, this time he was able to see the ground slither, undulate. Before he could jerk away, ropes of green grass ran around his ankles and thighs, anchored him to the ground. The same now came across his forehead and chest, yanking his head back down, holding him fast, immobile. The strain on his shoulders from his folded arms increased exponentially. The confidence he’d momentarily felt at knowing he’d brought her pleasure evaporated.
“What is this place?” He couldn’t keep the panic out of his voice. The women were descending on him again. They marched forward with the deliberate forward progress of zombie armies in B-movies. Indifferent to the cries of their victims and driven only by hunger. Mariah now carried a black satchel. As she knelt by him and opened it for Dona’s inspection, he saw it had a variety of needles and clamps in it.
Fiona stepped to Dona’s side, drawing her attention away from him.
“He wants to see you,” she murmured. “Right away. ”
“Then I’ll go to Him,” his Mistress responded.
“Dona, what are you… What are they… Please…” He was too desperate to articulate.
Rising, she put her foot on his chest. In a blink, instead of the swimsuit she was back in her first outfit, the stiletto heel grinding into his chest, those full breasts once again high and proud. “Do you know what to do with a Mistress’s foot, Nathan?” He stared up at her. As if in a dream, he kissed the sole of the boot she pressed to his lips so he tasted the dirt and grass she’d walked through. “This isn’t real,” he said when she lifted her foot away. He tasted the grit in his teeth.
“It’s very real. It’s also illusion. That’s what makes it possible for the pain to go on and on. ”
His eyes snapped over to Olivia as she lifted her hand, displaying four D-rings and a handful of wide barbells. Dona nodded. “Those will do. ”
