More.
I gasp in exasperation as he pulls away, but then our eyes meet. As if in warning, he caresses my cheek before guiding himself in, in, in.
My eyelids flutter as I struggle to handle this much. He’s throbbing against my tongue, so thick I can barely close my lips around him.
And it’s utter perfection.
I hum in contentment as he rocks his hips, feeding me more, precious bit by precious bit. My wrists strain against the manacles as pressure builds between my legs, seeming to center right over my piercing. I start to whimper as he cradles my cheek while easing more into my mouth, barely teasing the back of my throat.
Then he withdraws again, leaving me gasping.
Before I can even protest, his fingers work to part my hair as he encircles my position. His other hand finds my waist and toys with the waistband of my thong. I shiver. The slightest pressure teases the piercing and sets off a tidal wave of friction, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Unprepared, I writhe, torn between clamping my knees against the heat or opening myself up to him further.
“How did I know this method would reach you when words don’t?” He sounds so damn smug. I hiss, only to trail off as he teases me again with another gentle swipe. Another and I moan in hapless surrender.
“You wore this to tease…” His voice is a guttural shadow of his usual neutral cadence. Still calm, but nowhere near as disarming. Lust lurks in the vicious tone, heightening the heat building in my blood. “Didn’t you?”
I shake my head, gritting my teeth against a reply as I struggle to remember my anger. “Go to hell—”
I gasp as his finger slips between my legs, teasing the moisture gathered there. “It’s working,” he grates. “Consider this me teased to the point of madness…”
A part of me stiffens, aware of my healing piercing—but the pain doesn’t hurt, and I’m reckless enough to writhe, just enough to test my limits. More pressure sets me ablaze.
And it’s too tempting to heed common sense warning me to stop.
I wantonly rock my hips, seeking out the contact. In response, he teases me with the tip of one elegant finger, and my brain explodes. I buck against him, seeking out more.
I’m denied. The finger withdraws only to tug my thong down my hips entirely. Cool air tickles the heated flesh, and I shiver as his touch finds my ass, kneading the right cheek.
“So beautiful.” He practically groans the praise, his voice thickening. “So wet. Beg me for mercy, and perhaps I’ll grant it.”
Even as his groping fingers churn my brain into butter, I manage to cock my head back and laugh. “Beg? …Screw…you!”
His hand withdraws only to strike again in a stinging burst of pain—he spanked me. My tongue moistens my lips as my thoughts go on hiatus. His palm is already stroking the pain away, but just as I relax, he smacks me again. And again.
“I will redden this flesh,” he promises darkly. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My beauty, so damn stubborn. I warned you that only you have ever driven me to this. Chastisement.” Another smack makes me lurch against my binds, a whine trapped in my throat. “Do you require more?”
Yes. “N-No,” I attempt to hiss. “Get off—”
Unbearable friction teases my mound—thick, pulsating pressure rubbing against me, carelessly close to my piercing. I go rigid, my thoughts self-destructing. The resulting pleasure is almost too good. Too dangerous. My brain can’t handle it. It wipes itself blank, a slave to the whims of his movements. His sadistic game.
Groaning, he parts my lower lips around his shaft, sliding through my wetness only to pull back. Again. Back. Again.
It’s maddening.
My lips seem to move of their own accord, spitting out pleas my brain never approves of.
“Please,” I whisper, arching into him as much as I can. What I’m begging for? I don’t know. Just that I need more of…this. His touch. His appreciative grunts as I eagerly buck into his fingertips. More of him.
“You want me inside you?” he wonders, his tone a rasp.
I can only nod, too far gone for shame. “Yes—”
“You know I can’t.” He rocks against me anyway, and my eyes roll it feels so good. But he never goes deeper than the slightest, taunting bit of pressure. Out of concern? My piercing is on fire, but in a way that only enhances the pleasure shooting through me in an electric pulse.
“Please—”
“You want relief?” His tone softens even as his grip on my hair tightens sharply, tugging. The act forces my head back, wrenching my gaze to the ceiling. “Do you want to come, beautiful?”
I nod mindlessly, wiggling my hips for more.
“Please…”
His cock disappears, leaving me so aching I cry out. Another pressure eagerly replaces his full length—smaller and more persistent. His thumb? He eases the tip inside me before going deeper.
And my binds are the only things keeping me from levitating. Piercing. Pleasure. Those two words dance through the remains of my lust-addled brain. Holy goodness, I never knew that even fingering could feel this good. The slightest penetration enhances the pressure swelling over my clit—one teasing thrust and combustion.
My orgasm rips through me so fiercely I don’t even realize it’s happening until I hear my own cries echoing back to me. My nails scrape against the wood beneath them, my body trembling with ecstasy.
“I told you once… You are owned,” I hear Vadim claim, his voice gruffer than ever. Possessive. I should fear it, a part of me warns. At the moment, I’m too far gone to care.
“Owned,” he continues, still stroking me from the inside out. “Cherished. Chastised.” Smack! Another blow to my ass makes me lurch onto the tips of my toes, my core rippling, my brain mush. I lose track of the words spilling off my tongue—just that they would make me blush were I in my right
