Page 30 of Ripple Effect, Vol. 2

“Dirty little bandit,” he whispers. “Look at you. All that anticipation is probably dripping down your legs right now. Bet you can’t even hold your goddamn knees together, can you, baby?”

He’s right. I can’t. And I can feel the wetness sliding down my thighs, just as he said.

“So beautiful, strung up, grinding against the post with that vibration in your pussy. In your ass. You want to come, don’t you?”

With a pained expression, I nod, biting my lip.

“So bad you’d let me fuck you in the ass, wouldn’t you?”

Hell yes. Anything to take the ache away. He’d make me love that pain. Welcome it.

I nod again. His words drag me closer, long breaths turn to short pants as I round the corner, the edge in reach. Climax so close I can taste it. My muscles tense for the pleasure, my ass grinds against the wooden post in search of relief.

The buzzing stops again.

“Rip!” I scream in frustration, a trickle of sweat skimming down my temple. “Please!”

“It’s torture, isn’t it? You’d give anything to come right now, wouldn’t you?”

I snarl at his question, still writhing with the need to climax. I’ve been reduced to grunting and panting like some kind of wild beast.

“Please. Turn it back on. Do it. I want it! Please!”

“How does it feel? Wanting something so bad you can’t think of anything else?”

In the quiet that follows, I can hear the beat of skin and his shallow breaths. The bastard’s getting himself off! I squirm against the binds, tugging at the chains holding my arms above my head.

“I fucking hate you.”

“Music to … ” His words are interrupted by a groan and a curse. “My ears.” The moan that follows sends another jolt straight to my pussy as I imagine him coming somewhere in the darkness. “Goddamn, baby. You are the best kind of torture.”

The room falls to quiet and I wait, every nerve in my body wired and primed, aching for what comes next.

“I left the door open as a test. You not only tried to steal from me a second time, but you’re willing to sabotage our agreement by turning into some zombie fucktoy. You want to be numb? Too bad. You’re going to feel everything. This is strike two, Bandit. One more strike, the deal is off and you’re out on your ass. We clear?”

I give a solemn nod and the door clicks shut while my body reels from the agony of no release.

* * *

I have to endure.

Freedom. Money. To go wherever the hell I want.

The pain stabs my gut again. I scream through the tape at my mouth as trembles beat through my body. My skin prickles with the sensation of a thousand tiny bugs crawling up and down my arms and legs, across my belly and along my throat.

Can’t reach them. Can’t get them off of me. Somebody get them off of me!

Why did I do this? I need my pills. Please!

I sob with frustration and pain and the chills of being naked, tied to a fucking wooden post for hours. Rubbing my temple against my arm doesn’t loosen the blindfold and another round of sobs quakes my chest.

So cold.

My muscles are aching, my heartbeat hammering in my fingertips.

Tears and snot gather at the tape he’d replaced sometime in the night. If I vomit, I’ll probably choke and die.

The acids gurgle in my stomach, threatening to do just that.