He didn’t listen.
Instead, he pushed the carved root into me, and I whimpered. The feel of it was cool at first, aided by the copious juice along its surface. I already knew what the ginger felt like in my backside and it wasn’t long before the effects of it started to punish my pussy too. The burn started off gentle but didn’t stay that way for lon
g. He pumped that piece of ginger into me again and again, releasing the juices into my skin. My inner walls fluttered around the ginger, gripping at it like my body did at his fingers or his cock. I whimpered as it warmed more intensely. This was going to be far worse.
This was going to break me like nothing else would.
The fiery burn simmered at first, growing stronger and stronger until I started to scream. The juice dribbled down my pussy, onto my clit and the entire area between my legs felt as though it had been branded with fire. If I had thought the ginger plug had been punishing, it paled in comparison to the scalding blaze that consumed my sensitive little pussy.
I couldn’t keep still as the searing agony pierced into my soul. I was hardly aware of anything other than the pump of the ginger in and out of my pussy and the burning sensation of the root in my bottom.
My back arched as I struggled and even through it all, I could still feel my orgasm edging back, closer and closer until I was on the precipice of release. My screams and moans mixed together and when his fingers pressed against my clit, I lost myself completely.
Pain and pleasure twisted into one terribly cruel intoxicating sensation that threatened to break me into pieces and I feared it would. My thighs quaked hard and I knew that my release was going to be more powerful than I’d ever known.
I whimpered, knowing that when I did orgasm, it was going to devastate me, and everyone was going to see every last second of it. I was going to break hard.
“Please,” I begged.
My pussy blazed hotter, my most sensitive place burning completely from the inside out. My body tensed around both pieces of ginger and I keened.
“That’s it. Come for me, baby girl.”
Fuck. There were those words again.
“Come, baby girl.”
I came undone.
My thighs quaked harder and my release crashed over me like a tidal wave against a cliff. It swept me into an endless pool of bliss, and I drowned in it. There was no longer any meaning to pain or pleasure. Each sensation became one and the same. Both hurt. Both felt good and each one destroyed me just as thoroughly as the other.
“Oh, god, it hurts!” I screamed and the crowd roared as I came even harder. My pussy pulsed around the ginger and my bottom hole tensed around the root plug, and the fiery burn continued to intensify until it became the only thing I could think about. It became my entire focus, even as Matteo forced me from one orgasm to the next.
Pain. Pleasure. Agony. Bliss.
My fingers gripped at the table beneath me, my nails scraping into the surface and the only sounds were my desperate pleas for mercy. The audience was in rapture as they watched him punish me and I couldn’t help myself as I started to cry, but that didn’t matter. He just fucked me with the ginger root harder while he twisted the plug with the other hand, which only made it hurt all the more.
“You’re going to come three more times for me and the court before I give you the chance to make it up to me. Do you know how you’re going to do that?”
“No, Your Majesty,” I sobbed into the table, my voice shaking from pain.
I felt miserably sorry for myself as my most sensitive places burned with a terrible blaze that refused to be put out. Even with all that, my clit pulsed, and my core twisted hard with pleasure and I came to the shameful conclusion that I wanted him to make me come this way.
Again.
“You’re going to use that pretty little mouth. You’re going to give the court a show. If you do a very good job, I just might allow you to beg me to remove the ginger, all with my seed dripping down that pretty little face,” he said darkly.
I gasped and he fucked my pussy with the ginger painfully hard. There was nothing gentle about his movements.
“You’re going to think about that with each subsequent orgasm, little girl, do you understand?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whimpered as the fire began to consume me from within.
There was no stopping the crescendo that burst forth next. He used his hand to fuck me with the ginger while spreading his fingers forward, enough to caress my clit with every last stroke. My body arched and swayed, overwhelmed with sensation and need and everything else that was catapulting within me.
Rational thought was no longer an option. I couldn’t think of anything other than his touch, the terrible burn, and the insane pleasure that was demanding to be set free. I could only feel all of that.
As much as it hurt, it felt like freedom.