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A satisfied expression crosses his face as he takes in the horror on mine. “This is only the beginning, little one. Remember the blade against your clit, earlier? If you continue to be so naughty, to fight your husband’s wishes and what I’m here to teach you, I’ll be given permission to punish you in ways that will make you never want to touch yourself again.” He opens the bottle, dripping more of the gel onto my pussy and inner thighs, where it stings a little against the welts. “If you’re too intransigent, Diego will give me permission to give you my cock in your mouth. And if you continue—who knows? Maybe he’ll let me fuck you. Or maybe he’ll give you to me entirely while he moves on to your sister.” More of the gel dripping onto me, heating and swelling my flesh, and Javier laughs as I start to cry.
“How I’d enjoy breaking you in completely, Isabella. After all, it’s not like you’re a virgin any longer. Diego might decide that two cocks before him are much the same as one. Or—is thereanywherethat you’re still a virgin, little one?”
The flush on my cheeks tells him all I need to know, and he grins. “Oh, that’s all the answer I need. To tell you the truth—” Javier closes the bottle, leaning forward as if telling me a secret, as my skin heats and tingles, my clit swelling too under the onslaught of the gel. “I hope you do keep rebelling, Isabella. I’d love to fuck your tight little ass.”
He straightens, backing away from the bed to look down at his handiwork. “If you haven’t figured it out already, what I just used on you was an arousal lube. Heating, tingling, sensitizing the skin—the works. But I used far too much. You’ll be dying for an orgasm before the effects wear off, but good luck getting one. If Diego has his way—you won’t ever come again, Isabella. Not unless you please him so well that he forgets what you’ve done to humiliate him. Diego is a powerful man—and we don’t like to be humiliated, little one. Not a bit.”
What the fuck?As Javier leaves, the full weight of my situation hits me—without his ongoing monologue to distract and terrify me, I’m left with nothing but the sensations in my own body. It’s a strange mix of desire and discomfort, the tingling lube stinging the welts on my thighs at the same time that it swells and arouses the folds of my pussy and my clit. Mixed with my own wetness and the lingering arousal from touching myself, I’m soon a mess of miserable need, squeezing my slick, abused thighs together and squirming in an effort to get some friction on my clit.
I try not to think about Niall, not to think about anything that will turn me on more, but I can’t help it. My clit is swollen and hard, throbbing, tingling, and everything between my thighs is oversensitized. All I can think about is how good it would feel for him to suck all that swollen, aching flesh into his mouth, soothe and lick it, and how badly I need to come.
I moan and whimper, writhing as the minutes tick by. I wonder if Javier is outside listening, enjoying my torment. Nothing I do gets me any satisfaction; nothing eases the aching in my clit, desperate to be touched, to be licked, pleasured in any possible way. Images of Niall and I crowd into my head, his cock thick and hard as he pushed it into my mouth, his hand stroking as he came on my face, the hard muscles of his body flexing as he fucked me. I need to be fucked, more desperately than I ever have in my life, and as what feels like hours pass, I can hear my whimpers turning into moaning, mumbled begging.
I have to come. Ineedto come. I twist in the zip ties, trying to flip myself over, nearly sobbing with need. The arousal has outpaced the stinging on my thighs now, and I flop on the bed, trying to leverage myself over so that I can find some way to get the friction I need.
When I finally manage to turn onto my stomach, I nearly cry with relief. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle the moans as I spread my legs, grinding into the sheets as I try to spread myself open enough to get the friction on my clit. It wouldn’t take much—
I picture Niall behind me, his hands on my hips, fingers in my ass as he fucked me, as I arched back into him, begging for it. I remembered his groan as he slid into me, the way I’d made him hard over and over again. As I rub my clit nearly raw on the rough sheet with the burning need to come, I finally go over the edge.
I bite the pillow as I climax, driving my hips into the mattress, my fists clenched. It seems to go on forever, and when I finally sink limply against the bed, the hot tingling is still there. It feels more irritating than pleasurable now, though. Although I still don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep, I don’t feel tortured any longer.
I outsmarted you,I think viciously as I writhe and twist, rolling myself onto my back again with no small effort, so Javier won’t realize what I’ve done.You thought I’d lay here miserable all night, but I won in the end.
It’s a tiny victory, but right now, it feels like everything. I lie there in the dark, my arms starting to ache from being over my head, and I think of Niall again. But this time, it’s of him lying in bed beside me, his arm over my waist, his eyelashes on his cheeks as he fell asleep. It’s of those last glances of him before I left when I wished I could stay forever instead of going home, when I wanted nothing more than to wake up next to him in the morning.
Please don’t be dead,I think as I close my eyes.Please, even if you’re gone forever—just don’t be dead.
