He stepped into the room, and the hunger in his eyes made her knees go weak.
But he only looked her over from head to toe and then stepped to the wall, lifted a basket, and walked to her. He pulled a bit gag with a tongue depressor out, slid it between her teeth, and buckled it snugly behind her head.
Then he started with the ropes.
He worked methodically, creating rope cuffs on her wrists and ankles before he spread her legs wider, impossibly wide, held a too-long spreader bar between her ankles, and attached it to the cuffs he’d just fashioned.
She was held open, displayed, every muscle in her inner thighs and hips already protesting the stretch. Her hips were still sore from the long ride, and the position made the ache flare sharp and deep — but she didn’t make a sound. Saliva was already pooling in her mouth while her clit throbbed between her legs. She wouldn’t add to the humiliation by whining like a baby.
He connected her wrists together behind her back, and that was fine until he lifted them up, up, up… forcing her to lean over, bent at the hips, and then he connected her wrists to the chain hanging from the pulleys.
It wasn’t terrible at first.
Until he walked to the wall and lifted the chain, pulling her arms higher, wrenching her shoulders until theyscreamed.
She couldn’t help her whimpers now, breathing hard, her chest heaving, but he kept working, as precise and unhurried as ever until her arms were pulled high and back, shoulders torqued.
Her heart raced when she saw him walking back holding alligator clamps, then watched his hands heading toward her nipple. She shook her head and tried to say, “No, no!” but words weren’t possible past the bit gag.
She had a way to safeword, by snapping her fingers, but this wasn’t that kind of ‘no.’ It was just her fear trying to get out.
The steel teeth viciously bit into her nipple, embedding into the sensitive flesh until tears pricked at her eyes. And then the other clamp snapped onto her left nipple.
But he wasn’t finished. He knotted the ends of a bright purple piece of twine to the clamps and then looped another strand around her big toe before knotting it around the original twine, effectively pulling her entire body to the left, with her nipples over her left big toe.
Her hips hadn’t been too bad once she’d been bent over, but now they spasmed all over again, and her shoulders were angled all wrong while torqued backward and up, creating a shearing strain from wrists to ribcage, forcing muscles and connectors into a completely wrong twist while tension pulled and corkscrewed through her with a sharp, aching pain — and she was only seconds into this.
Asymmetric bondage. The term went through her head, and a pleading whine rose from her chest.
“I know it hurts,” he told her, his voice sympathetic. “Let’s see if we can take your mind off it.”
He stepped behind her with something purple in his hands—with straps — and she knew what it was a half-second before he started working the straps around her thighs.A damned butterfly vibe.
Moments later, her traitorous clit was throbbing away all over again while her shoulders, nipples, and hips screamed.
She thought he was finished, but his hand went back to the vibe and he turned it all the way up.
The sudden, intense buzzing against her already swollen, pulsing clit made her hips jerk hard, which only pulled on the clamps and yanked her shoulders and hips worse. She moaned around the gag, a desperate, broken sound while the vibration drilled straight into her nervous system.
And then he stepped back and walked away from her, sat to take his boots off, and then walked barefoot into the bathroom.
She heard fabric sounds, likely him undressing, and then the shower came on.
While she was forced into this bent-over pose — arms wrenched back, legs forced wide by the bar, nipples clamped and stretched toward her toe, clit buzzing mercilessly, hips and shoulders on fire — her mind kept flashing back to the man who’d let her take as much time at the giant hemlock as she wanted, who’d patiently explained the disappearing creek, shown her the bigleaf magnolia and had used her phone to take pictures of her holding the giant leaves. The man who’d treated her to some of the best southern food she’d ever eaten, and that was saying something.
How could she reconcile that man with this one, the sadist with the easygoing voice who’d just told her he knew how bad it hurt, and then planted a fucking vibrator on her clit and was taking a motherfucking shower while she was trapped in this godforsaken position.
Yet, even though it hurt like her pelvis was cracking open while her hip bones were roasting in the fires of hell when she pumped her hips, she couldn’t keep them still. Her pussy clenched constantly and she desperately needed to be fucked — and the damned vibrator drilling both pleasure and agony into her swollen, tender clit was just gasoline on the fire.
And the damned shower was still running in the bathroom, meaning he wasn’t even close to returning andhopefullyfucking her senseless.
Though he likely had other beautifully cruel, sadistically awful things planned before he got around to that.
When he finally returned, she was shaking uncontrollably. Thick strands of slobber ran from her gagged mouth to the floor, and the butterfly vibrator buzzed mercilessly against her clit, holding her right on the razor’s edge of an orgasm she couldn’t reach.
And she’d tried.Fuck, she’d tried, but every attempt only made her brutalized hips and shoulders scream louder while her clamped nipples throbbed in time with her racing heart, each tiny movement sending fresh agony through her chest with a direct fucking line back to her damned clit.
He brought his jeans with him, and the sound of the belt sliding free of the loops was a long, ominous whoosh that made her flinch and clench at the same time, her body craving the sting even as fear flooded her veins.
