Perhaps the sadistic parts of the evening were over — the thought was both a relief and a disappointment.
She kept her hands at her side, where he’d put them. She wouldn’t act as if the scene was over until he said it was so.
Also, she hadn’t come yet, and he hadn’t mentioned long-term orgasm denial as a kink. Within a scene, sure, but not beyond. She hoped that meant the evening wasn’t over.
He reached for the earplugs, easing them out one at a time, and the room filled with the small sounds she’d been sealed away from all day — the faint creak of the bed, the wind moving through the trees, an owl in the distance.
The world.
“No words,” he said quietly. “Not yet.”
Chapter 15
Tuesday closed her eyes and nodded, relief flowing through her. She had no words to give him, plus it meant the scene wasn’t over.
His weight shifted, and he removed the wedge so she lay flat on her back. The change in position made every mark and bruise sing anew, but she was too far gone to do anything except breathe through it.
Knife knelt between her spread thighs, and she let out a long, shaking breath when he peeled the tiny TENS pads away from the sides of her clit, then reached for the e-stim plug and eased it free.
Her body clenched around the sudden emptiness, and a soft, needy sound escaped, floating into the room this time instead of being trapped by the hood.
Then his mouth was on her, and she could only close her eyes and moan in bliss.
He sealed his lips around her swollen, abused clit and sucked gently, tongue working the sensitive glans in slow, deliberate strokes. The relief was so intense she nearly sobbed — after hours of pain and overstimulation, the wet heat of his mouth felt like mercy and torment at the same time. He licked lower, soothing the raw, puffy tissues of her opening with long, gentle strokes, then returned to her clit, sucking harder, tongue flicking exactly where she needed it.
The knots on the crotch rope had ravaged both places for hours, and then between the TENS and the clamps, her clit felt wrecked.
While his mouth soothed and teased her clit, two thick fingers slid inside her, curling against her front wall.
The combination was devastating. She was so raw, so oversensitive, every careful touch felt huge. Every nerve ending screamed with sensation. Pain and pleasure had long since blurred together, and now the gentle pressure of his fingers and the perfect suction of his mouth pushed her right to the edge.
Just as she started to tip over, he rose over her.
He hooked her legs over his forearms, spreading her wide, and sank into her in a single, deep thrust. Face to face. Eye to eye.
But this wasn’t fucking. That would’ve been too easy.
No. He made love to her — slow, deep, relentless strokes that dragged over every raw, bruised inch inside her.
Every movement hurt. Every movement felt impossibly good.
Her entire body was a map of pain and marks, and the combination of him moving inside her, and shifting her on the soft mattress finally took her over the edge, and he sped up when he realized she was coming.
“That’s it. Squeeze around my cock like a good girl. Come for me, little painslut. I have you.”
The release came in long, rolling waves that left her shaking and sobbing, but he didn’t stop. He sped, going faster and harder, his gaze on hers, and another orgasm built on the heels of the first. She came again, harder this time, her cunt clenching around him in rhythmic, desperate pulses. He kissed her temple. Her cheek.
And then he was over her again, pounding her now.
“You’re so beautiful like this. Taking everything I give you. So fucking perfect.”
The next orgasm tore through her like a storm. She arched beneath him, legs locked over his arms, a raw, broken cry escaping as pleasure and pain fused into an overwhelming wave. Her body shook uncontrollably, every bruise and welt singing, every nerve ending lit and screaming.
He stayed buried deep through all of it, rocking into her with that same steady, loving rhythm, his gaze never leaving her face. When her tremors finally started to ease, he kissed her forehead and said, “More. Again. You aren’t finished.”
The fourth orgasm rolled through her slow and deep, wringing her out completely. She sobbed with it, body limp and trembling, completely surrendered to him.
But he wasn’t finished with her. One hand went low and he pressed on her clit while he rode her.
