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He’s a fucking sadist.
“If you think you can beat the answer out of me, we’re both going to be in for a long night.” Physical pain can be tuned out. And I’m so good at exactly that.
He chuckles darkly and then I hear a buzzing sound. “Oh, princess, this isn’t about pain…” He dips under my arm and stands in front of me. My breathing becomes choppy as he trails a vibrator between my breasts and down my stomach. “…It’s about pleasure.”
He runs the buzzing toy across the most sensitive part of my lower stomach, right above my waist band. My abs constrict and I try to curve away from him, praying he doesn’t go any further. “You’ve made your fucking point, Finn.”
“Think about how good I’ll make it for you…” he trails off as if he didn’t even hear me, even though there’s no other sound than our breathing, a distant foghorn, and that goddamn incessant buzzing. Dragging the toy lower to my inner thigh, he teases it up and down the sensitive skin but never quite all the way up. “So good, you’ll hate yourself for how much you enjoy it.”
“The only one I hate right now is you.” I take the opportunity while he’s looking down to use my limited mobility and headbutt him in the face.
“Fucking hell,”he snarls, checking for blood with the back of his hand. Unfortunately, his nose isn’t bleeding. “I was going to be nice—”
“I hope it’s fucking broken, you piece of shit,” I spit, ignoring the throbbing in my head from the blow.
“You wanna play dirty? Then let’splay.”His eyes are dark and unreachable as they bore into me, shoving the buzzing toy into my panties.
“No,no.Finn, please, don’t.”
I attempt to knee him in the groin, but he catches my leg instantly and laughs unimpressed. I try to wriggle my calf out of his grip but it’s useless, he just pulls my knee out to the side and looks down at my bare thigh like he wants to take a bite out of it. For a second, I think he might.
He crowds me, hooking my leg around his hip so I’m forced to embrace him. I huff, trying to lean farther away but he holds me tight. His lips nearly brush mine as he says, “You know how to make it stop.”
And then he’s cupping between my legs, pressing the vibrator tight against my sex and the pleasure is instant and blinding.
I want to cry out in tortured rapture, my body responding so fiercely to the toy, the ropes—fucking hell, tohim.But I don’t want to give him this. Not like this. So I bite my tongue and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the feelings and not make a sound.
I don’t realize I’m crying until he wipes a tear from my cheek with his thumb and then he brushes it across my gasping lips.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I want him. I need him.
He gives me a wicked smirk before returning to my backside and lashing my burning cheeks again with the paddle, the toy still vibrating against my clit in my panties.
“Oh, Go—” I bite back a moan, my cries getting harder and harder to contain. Another hit of the paddle and the mixture of pleasure and pain has me riding fast and hard to my climax. I hate the sounds I’m giving him so freely, yet against my will. I bite my lip in an attempt to not give him anymore.
He hits me once more, the fiery sting melting through my core, and then he encircles my waist and palms my stomach, inching his fingers lower and lower until he’s applying pressure again on the toy. I shatter painfully. “That’s it. Come hard for me, princess. Tell me how good it hurts.”
“Fuck you, Finn,” I pant, trying to catch my breath as my orgasm subsides but barely, the vibrator still pulsing against my swollen clit.
“You can make it stop anytime,” he taunts.
He continues a rhythm of spanks then pressing the vibrator harder against me, over and over again until I’m struggling for air as another orgasm builds. I’m still so sensitive, never getting a reprieve from the last one, and I moan involuntarily.
“Look at you, such a desperate little plaything.” He caresses the side of my hip, and I realize I’ve been rolling my pelvis forward, searching out the relief I hate toneed.Then before I know what’s happening, he’s ripping the toy away and clutching my throat in his hand. I feel a whiplash of sorrow that the sensation is gone, wanting it back but also happy relief that it’s over.
“What. Are. You. Planning?” He tightens his grip on my neck, pinching the sides of my throat with each word, the restricted blood flow almost instantly making my head swim.
“Go to hell,” I croak out.
He huffs indignantly and releases my neck, the black dots swarming my vision dissipate. “Iwillbreakyou.”
And then the torture—because that’s what this is—begins again. He alternates impact and toy play until every muscle in my body is strung so tight it hurts, every inch of skin is blazing, and every thought in my mind is consumed with rage-fueled desire.
“Are you close, princess? I know you are.” He slips the toy back in, and my whole body convulses on contact. He drags the paddle down the back of my thighs and my knees. “Your legs are shaking. In fact, your whole body is trembling.” He’s right of course, my knees wobble and I’d collapse if it wasn’t for the ropes keeping me up.
I suck in a heavy breath when he tugs my hips back, pulling me onto my tiptoes and slinks a hand down the back of my panties. I hiss as his fingers slide down the curve of my ass and between my legs. I try to thrust myself out of his reach, but he only holds me tighter.
“Don’t fucking touch me there, Finn. If you do this, I will hate you forever.”
