He turns me around and points to a box on the bed, about the size of a shoebox. “Lies will only make me angrier.”
I eye the box warily. “What’s that for?”
“Your punishment. I’m going to torture you.”
My stomach swoops. Little cuts on the inside of your thighs. Six on the left, and six on the right. Spreading you open to watch the blood run down your legs and into your pussy.
I struggle to pull away from him but he’s holding me with brutal strength. So this is where the terror begins. Adrenalin shoots through me, from the tips of my toes to my scalp.
Damir presses his cheek against min
e and whispers, “I’ve missed you, princesa. Have you missed me?”
“Are you insane? Do you think I like any of this?”
“Lies will only make things worse for you.”
“Let me go or I’ll make you regret it,” I snarl, wrenching myself around in his arms.
He leans forward and flips open the box and I see, not the pliers and bone saws and scalpels I was expecting, but a wand. A purple vibrating wand, the sort I thoroughly abuse myself with.
I stop struggling out of sheer surprise. “What’s that for? Is this a joke?”
Still holding onto me with one hand, he takes the wand out of the box and holds it up to the light. “I never joke about anything so serious.”
He throws the vibe down and then cuffs me to the bed again. Kneeling between my thighs, his eyes light with blue fire. My insides quail and knot. And further down, they heat.
One guy I was with already had this bright idea, to use a vibe on me in the hope that I would have an orgasm in his presence somehow. It didn’t work. For me, feeling turned on is all in my mind, and all I could think about was how my orgasm was being turned into a performance for a man I wasn’t remotely attracted to.
Damir brandishes the vibe like it’s a weapon, and heat plunges through me. I can’t close my legs because his knees are pressing them open, so try to pull my legs up and away from him. With one vicious yank, he grabs hold of my briefs and tears them off me, the fabric rending.
Paralyzed by his gaze and his large, warm hand on my thigh, I take short, sharp breaths. He gazes down at my sex.
“You’re just as pretty as you felt that day,” he murmurs, tracing the seam of my pussy with a forefinger. I’m suddenly paralyzed by the sight of him, my lips parted as I pant in short, panicked gasps.
He brushes his thumb softly over my clit. He does it again, each gentle swipe making my breath hitch. Damir’s touch is electric, as if a circuit in my blood has finally been closed, and only he knows how it’s done. Taking a small bottle out of the box, he smears something clear on the tip of the wand. Lube.
“Leave me the hell alone,” I gasp. I try to struggle up the bed away from him again, but it’s futile. Damir switches the vibe on with a wicked smile, cranks it up, and then applies it right over my clit.
Instantly, glorious sensations pour through me. The firm, rubbery head spreads the vibrations out evenly over my clit. Looking desperately between Damir’s face and the wand, I feel my climax speeding toward me like a speeding train. He’s not giving me an orgasm. He’s ripping it unwillingly from my body. I cry out and flex against my bonds, against the wand, the helplessness and terror of my situation spicing my climax so that it pounds through me mercilessly.
I come back into myself to find Damir has leaned over me, one hand braced against the headboard, and his lips skating across my cheek to my ear.
“Beautiful, princesa. How I’ve missed that sight.”
“You’ve had your fun,” I pant. “Now get the hell off me.”
He just laughs. The wand is in his hand, resting against my thigh, still vibrating. “We’re only on five right now. Should I crank it up to ten?”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“Ten it is.” He hits the little button on the side until the motor is vibrating intensely. Then he applies it back to my clit. Slavishly, my body responds to the stimulation. I glare at Damir as my breathing picks up and my skin heats. He seems fascinated as he watches me. His free hand rests on my inner thigh, his thumb stroking me lovingly.
I come three more times with barely a moment to catch my breath, and I can tell from his expression that he’s nowhere near done.
“Oh, god. I can’t bear it, I can’t—” My words are choked off as he applies the vibe to my clit again, and another orgasm tears through me. When it passes, I pant, “Why are you doing this?”
Damir’s smile widens. “I’m a simple man. I see a pretty girl who needs to come, I make her come. Again and again.”