Her eyes went huge with realization, and he nodded. “Exactly. Snap your fingers three times.”
She did.
“That’s your safeword.” It’d already been established, but it couldn’t hurt to remind her.
She glared at him, but he only leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose, then returned to her asshole.
He knew she’d see it as a little cruel, reminding her she could stop him, but he seemed to be feeding on her fear and irritation tonight.
Chapter 30
Knife returned to the simplicity of the rubber band. Each pop made her yelp and jerk, and he found a rhythm — the stretch, the release, her jerks and sounds, along with the following responses. Her scent was all over the fucking place, with dread, fear, anxiety, shock, and intense agony all weaving their way through thick arousal.
A dozen more, and he opened the speculum a fraction more, carefully watching the thin skin stretch so he didn’t tear her open. The goal was a few millimeters past too far. More than she thought she could take. Then a little more.
He went back to popping rubber bands against the exposed rim for another dozenpopsbefore grabbing the plastic flogger and going to town with it again, his arm pumping up and down, whaling on the stretched, sensitive flesh without reprieve. Her sounds transitioned from mutedyelps to attempting continuous screams, and he let himself enjoy that for a while.
When he grew bored with the flogger, he plugged the violet wand into the wall and attached the hot-shot electrode — metal, because glass is too fragile, and because metal hurts so much worse, which was entirely the point.
He cranked the power up, let the angry hum fill the room, and his little painslut jerked hard at the sound alone. Her scent told him she’d experienced this before and knew what was coming. Fear rolled off her in waves, and the scent went straight to his cock.
Sometimes, even the sadist wanted to reassure her when her fear ramped too hard, but this was not one of those nights. He was enjoying her fear. Drinking it the fuck in.
He touched the glowing wand to the thin skin between the blades of the speculum, but just for a second. He didn’t mind it leaving a mark, but he didn’t want to burn her bad enough she’d have tochangewhen they finished. The goal tonight was to hurt her without injuring her.
The quick touch was all it took to make her entire body convulse while she made a strangled attempt at a scream, but that was fine. She could scream all she wanted now.
He touched three or four places around the speculum, giving her time between to feel every ounce of the aftereffects.
Finally, he connected the wand directly to the metal speculum, knowing all that metal would dilute the electricity, but it would also travel deep, deep inside her.
Her asshole desperately tried to spasm around the unyielding spreader. She fought to stand, to pull away, but the restraints held her perfectly in place. Her scent was full of pain and desperation, with panic threatening to take over. But under and over it all was arousal so thick it nearly drowned everything else out.
Nothing touching her pussy or her clit, and she was so horny even having her asshole shocked to hell and back couldn’t override it.
This woman was a true treasure, and hehadto find a way to keep her.
He hit the speculum several more times. Touched the skin between. She appreciated sensory dep, which he hadn’t provided for her, but she couldn’t see what he was doing, and random seemed to be working for her.
Eventually, he cut the zip-tie holding the speculum in, released the jaws, and pulled the device from her gaping asshole.
A little electricity, properly applied, shrunk it right the fuck up, though.
His last trick with the hot-shot wand was to tuck it a little inside her hole, and she camecompletelyunglued — thrashing, sobbing, every muscle straining against the ropes and zip-ties.
He wanted to do it again, but he reminded himself tonight was about pain without actual burns, so he turned the unit off and unplugged it.
Besides, what came next was going to be a real treat for him. Not so much for her, but such is the life of a masochist under his not-so-tender ministrations.
He walked around to her front so she could see him remove his shirt. His jeans. His underwear. When he was naked, he held up the spiked cock ring so she could get a good look at the sharp metal prongs. She clearly didn’t understand what it was yet, so he worked it down his shaft with the glinting spines aimed so they’d poke the sensitive skin around her asshole every time he bottomed out.
Her eyes went huge and she frantically shook her head, but he only smirked, lubed his cock while she watched, and moved behind her again.
Now that she understood exactly what was about to happen to her already-ruined asshole, there was no need in drawing it out.
He lined up and plunged into her tight hole. It took three vicious, punishing thrusts before he was buried to the hilt, and he just held there a few seconds while she writhed in her restraints and fruitlessly tried to scream past the gag.
Her asshole was scorching hot from the flogging and the violet wand, and it clenched around him like a vise.
