The Boyfriend (The Boss 7)

Sir stepped away from me, raising his voice to be heard over the headphones. “And here I thought you enjoyed pain, Sophie. Perhaps I’ve gone too easy on you, lately.”

He had, he was right. Knowing I would receive that intense level of pain I’d been missing, that I’d only been getting a taste of through some light spanking and paddling in Monsieur’s absence, made me shudder more than any physical sensation had so far.

“We’ll remedy that,” Monsieur promised. “Right now.”

Sir’s fingers closed over my nipple, and this time, he wasn’t gentle. He pinched and squeezed, digging his fingernails into the sensitive flesh. Then, a sharper, colder pinch settled over the hard nub and stayed, worsening by increments. The chain from the clamp he’d just placed brushed my sternum as he repeated the treatment on the other side, and weight dangled from another length of chain between them.

Oh god. Oh no.

Neil parted my labia with one finger, exposing my throbbing clit.

“Please no, please no, please no,” I repeated behind the gag, my heart hammering my ribs. But my libido screamed, yes, please, please yes.

Luckily, my pleas were made incomprehensible by the panties stuffed in my mouth, or else there would have been consequences. The clamp closed over me; I bucked my hips and screamed.

“Hush, my love,” Monsieur tried to soothe me over the sound of my frantic cries. “The pressure will pass.”

I knew he was right. I’d worn clamps dozens of times before, and the initial pinch did ease, as it was doing now. But my clit still pulsed painfully. Tears leaked down my face from beneath the blindfold.

“Because we can’t keep you in this position for long,” Monsieur went on, “we don’t have time to tease you the way I would like.”

Something metal scraped across the floor.

“One day, I will tie you down. Arms and legs spread wide. I would keep you there for hours, amusing myself with every part of your body for as long as I like.” Monsieur’s words lit a renewed fire in me, covering my pain with desire. “Using every bit of you. Fucking you until you beg me to stop. I would fill every hole, Sophie. Come in every single one. Would you like that?”

I nodded frantically, my mind filling with the mental image of lying, my body used completely, covered in hours and hours of sweat and cum.

I recognized the shape of the round, ball-like head of a wand vibrator against my defenseless clit. Sir walked around me, so I knew he’d positioned the vibrator on a stand. Which meant it would stay in place until he saw fit to move it. He pulled on the plug again, giving it a few twists and in and out. My body barely protested now, stretched as it was and so focused on the intense throbbing in my clit and nipples.

“Are you ready to be fucked, Sophie?” Monsieur asked, and I realized he didn’t mean my cunt.

I hesitated.

Sir leaned close to my ear. “You’re ready when we say you’re ready.”

A lube applicator glided smoothly into my ass, filling me with the cold, slippery substance. Though I appreciated the consideration, that part always made me feel dirty and humiliated. It was so clinical and so private. When Sir withdrew it, he replaced it with another. And then another. Until it dripped from my hole and forced an embarrassed sob from my lips.

“Oh, I hope you’re ready,” Monsieur laughed, and what touched me wasn’t Sir’s cock, as I had expected. It was a toy of some kind. And it was big. Bigger than Sir.

I was definitely not ready when it forced inside me. Whatever it was, it felt like it would tear me in two, despite the lube and the preparation from the plug. It went deep, stealing my breath away with the agony of the intrusion. I screamed and thrashed, and Sir’s hand fell to my back.

Monsieur’s voice filled my ears over the thrum of my rapid pulse. “I would advise you not to move.”

The muted, yet unmistakable sound of one of our fucking machines caused my chest to tighten with dread and my cunt to flutter in anticipation. I didn’t want to be fucked by whatever this huge thing was. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to feel this unrelenting agony. I didn’t want it ever to end.

Then, Sir turned the machine on. And it couldn’t end soon enough.

“I’m taking the panties out of your mouth so we can hear you scream, Sophie,” Sir said. I didn’t disappoint. The machine pounded into me, far more violently than any human could have. I knew the risk of trying to twist away; I would not only fall, but I could injure myself on the machine. Though I trusted Sir to do everything in his power to keep me from getting hurt, accidents did sometimes happen. I fought my urge to get away, fought the pain, a war waging inside me.