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He lowered the wand. I tried to shake my head, but it only caused a few more drops of wax to fall. He grinned right before he tapped it down, and my back arched as I screamed at the shock.
But he was far from done with me, and moved the wand between my legs. I was whimpering even before it touched me, anticipating the pain, building it up in my head until it was a monster hovering over me. Vincent paused with the wandso painfully close, watching my face.
“I love seeing you work yourself up,” he said. He clicked the button on the wand, igniting a spark of electricity at the tip that was accompanied by a crackle. The sound alone made me jump, and more wax dotted my skin.
How had Jason survived him all these years? Maybe they balanced each other somehow, sadist versus sadist, feeding off the bliss of torturing one other.
Better yet, how could four sadists live in one house and not completely destroy each other with their sick games? How couldIsurvive them, when my mind and body were betraying me at every turn, making me ache for their cruelty? All my fake struggles didn’t change reality — I wanted this, Ilongedfor it.
“Sshh, sshh, Jess.” He kept the wand terrifyingly close to my clit as he leaned forward, bracing himself on the hood with one hand beside me. “You deserve this, you know. For being a bad girl. Bad girls need to be punished, don’t they?” He nodded as he said it, and I managed a tiny nod in return. My tongue kept forming the word “please,” over and over, but it didn’t come out right with my mouth full. “I’m going to count to three and then I’m going to do it. Ready?” I shook my head, and he laughed. “I think you are. As ready as you’ll ever be. One…”
I almost tapped.Almost. But I was curious. I wanted to push myself. Wantedmore. My legs were shaking, and I whimpered as two more drops of wax fell onto me.
“Two.”
My entire body clenched. I didn’t know whether to look away or watch him do it.
“Three.”
He tapped the wand against my clit. I screamed, dissolving into sobs as I struggled to hold the candle in place. A cocktail of adrenaline and dopamine rushed through me in response to the pain — the perfect high.
“Good girl.” He leaned over to kiss my forehead, and I absolutely melted. I wanted him inside me; I wanted his body on mine.
Why did the pain make me feel soalive? It was the same kind of thrill I’d felt strapped into the passenger seat as he sped down the road, skirting the edge of danger. My hips bucked up eagerly, thoughtlessly. They were met with the wand again.
Vincent gave my face a little slap as I whined through the sting. “Such a slut, moving your hips around like that. You just want to get fucked, don’t you?” He pouted at me mockingly as I tried my best to keep still. No wiggling, no struggling, no frantically grinding my hips in search of any stimulation for my swollen, stinging clit.
He straightened up as he regarded me, twirling the wand in his hand. “Tell you what. I’ll fuck you. I’ll even take the candle out of your mouth. But I’m still going to use the wand the whole time.” He ran the wand up my leg, but he didn’t press the button. I shivered under its metallic touch, expecting a shock at any second. “So, are you going to keep yourself quiet, or are you going to be screaming your lungs out the entire time?”
I shook my head. Slowly, regretfully. But I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. I was too overwhelmed, too on edge. I needed to scream, and inevitably, I’d fail and disobey if he ordered me to be quiet.
“No? At least you’re honest.” Nevertheless, he grasped the candle and eased it from my teeth.
“I won’t…won’t be able to…to keep quiet,” I managed to get out. My skin felt so hot, and I was vibrating with energy. “I can’t do it, Vincent, please…”
“Please? Please what?”
I wiggled on the hood. “Please fuck me. Please. I’ll try to be quiet. I really will try.”
“You’lltry.” He held the candle over me, moving it slowly, keeping it tipped so drips of wax spattered across my thighs. I bit my lip, but I couldn’t hold back the whimpers. “Noisy little thing, aren’t you? Never could shut the fuck up. Next time, I’ll get one of the boys to keep your mouth occupied. But lucky for you,I like the way you scream.”
He pulled open his belt, unbuttoning his jeans to set his cock free. He spat in his hand and stroked it along his shaft, before nudging his swollen head against me. I tried to press onto him, desperate to feel him, but he shook his head at me and tapped the wand against my clit again — and again — both shocks tearing ragged screams out of me. As I screamed, his cock jerked, and he grabbed one of my legs and pushed it up, spreading me open for him.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, looking down at me as I panted for breath.
With a soft groan, he thrust inside me. He didn’t start out slow, he didn’t take his time. He fucked me hard and fast, pounding into me with a brutality that was a punishment all on its own.
“Filthy little slut,” he hissed and then tapped the wand on my side. “Shit, you clench so tight every time I shock you. It feels so fucking good.” He shuddered along with me as he shocked me again, humming with pleasure as if my screams were music to his ears. “Scream all you want. No one can hear you out here.”
Why had I ever thought that Vincent would be theniceone out of the four? He was relishing every cry, his eyes wide with excitement, groaning with pleasure every time I tensed from the shocking pain. God, and he felt so good. The angle of his cock pounding into me hit that sweet spot that had my toes curling.
I was going to come and the pain was only edging me closer. The more I squealed and uselessly struggled, the more pleasure I felt. I was stunningly aware of every kiss of the breeze over my skin, the goosebumps on my chest, the biting crackle of electricity, the aching depth of Vincent fucking me. Those physical sensations were the only thing left in my mind. Nothing else mattered in that moment.
“Do you want to come?” He hovered the wand over my clit again. “It’s going to cost you.”
“Please!” I strained against the ropes, wide-eyed, as the wand came close. “Please, Vincent, no, no, no, no.”
“I know you already owe ussucha debt,” he said, mocking my earlier words. “But I’m sure you don’t mind paying up when it feels so good.”
