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Amusement laces his voice. “No, Kate, I'm not going to kill you. Killing is so unimaginative. I can't understand the soulless being who can't think of more interesting things to do than take life. I have far better things to do with you than kill you.”
“Until you get tired of me,” I say, wishing I could just shut up. I actually flinch when I say this because I'm afraid I'm pushing too far. I brace myself for the punishment I worry might still be coming.
But he just strokes my inner thigh. “Do you think I'm stupid, Pretty Toy?”
“N-no, Master.”
“Only the stupid get bored. I’ll never run out of ways to twist you to my will.”
Somehow this possibility is more terrifying to me than death. Death promises an end. But my captor is offering the possibility that there will never be an end. And now I'm afraid there won't be. I was so busy worrying about him killing me that I didn't bother to worry about what would happen if he didn't.
He strokes my hair. “No more questions. Just feel. I'm going to teach your cunt how to obey me now.”
I hear a buzzing, and I know he's turned the vibrator up to the highest setting. I want to tell him it will be too intense. I want him to start at the low setting, which I can handle.
As though he can read my mind, he leans in close to my ear and whispers, “I like sluts who can take intense hard vibrations. You will take it, and you will open your legs wider to take more. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Tears begin to slip out from beneath the fabric. Every time he speaks to me like this, my body wants him more. I can't cope with how he so easily turns me into his pliant plaything. I thought I would fight more.
I wanted to be someone who would fight. But I can't fight this man. Some part of me knows it's because of the days of head games I've already experienced. The very real threat of starvation I experienced in the cell. I don't want that to happen ever again. And I don't want him to do to me what he did to Seven.
Is it so wrong that I want pleasure over pain even if it comes from a monster?
He spreads me open and presses the toy directly against my clit. I jerk away at the intensity, but he holds it there. I take slow, measured breaths.
He starts to move it up and down over my clit, and then he's dragging the pulsating tip down to my opening, then slowly back up again. He moves the toy over my entire pussy, from my most sensitive flesh, to my least sensitive. When I'm close to coming, he moves away from my clit and focuses on another area with far fewer nerve endings.
This torment goes on forever, and after a while, I'm arching and grinding, moving with the toy. He slips it briefly inside me, then out again. Then he's teasing me everywhere but my clit. He's gotten me so close to the edge, but he refuses to give me sensation where I need it to get off.
“Beg me to come,” he says.
I don't bother to fight. There’s no point. We both know I want this, but I thought he was going to fuck me with it.
“Please, Master, let me come.” It's the second time I've said these words today, and to two different men. It makes me feel like such a whore.
He begins to work the vibrator inside me, even as I desperately want it on my clit. I'm so wet and throbbing and needy right now. I've never been this aroused before. I've never been tormented this long and kept on the edge of pleasure like this.
He fucks me with it, dragging it in and out so slowly I want to scream:I can't come this way!Then he's on the outside again, teasing my opening, running the toy over my labia, barely grazing my clit.
I'm crying now. “Please...”
“The only way you're coming is if the vibrator is inside you. I don't care if it takes hours to get there. You will get there. It's the only way it's happening, so your body better figure it out.”
It's moving inside me again, slow, then fast, then slow again. This tease goes on forever. I'm trembling with my need. I want to beg himplease please just touch my clit. Please I'll do anything.But I can't say those shameful words.
I wonder how long he'll do this before he gives up and punishes me for not being able to do what he wants me to do.
But then suddenly with no warning, I arch off the bed, my body bucking wildly against the vibrator as he fucks me harder with it. The pleasure builds from somewhere deep inside me and explodes in the most shattering orgasm I've ever had.
He turns the toy off. I lie there for a moment, shaking, unable to believe what just happened, unable to comprehend that the one thing I've wanted so desperately to experience I only somehow managed in captivity.
A moment later the tip presses at my lips.
“Clean it,” he orders.
My tongue darts out and licks my own juices off the toy.
