“You’re certifiable,” she snaps.
I don’t answer, opting to examine how she’s bound up.
“What are you doing, you psycho?”
Realization dawns that her hands bound behind her back will give me limited mobility.
I quickly release them and tie them above her head, moving the spreader bar to her knees so I have better access to her pussy and ass.
Moving to the table, grabbing nipple clamps, a riding crop and a few clothespins with a much lighter rope. I attach the clamps, one to each large, perfect nipple before turning my gaze to her pussy.
“We need those cunt lips of yours spread wide so I can see you better.” I pull her pussy lip and attach two clothespins and then tie them to the spreader bar at her knee before doing the same with the other.
“Jesus,” Mia moans. “That hurts but feels good. How the hell does this feel good when it’s not touching my clit?”
“Pain is interesting Solnce. It’s a fascinating sensation. It can either bring earth-shattering pleasure or bone-crushing pain. I’ve spent a good part of my life exploring it, both on others and myself.”
She shivers as I glide a crop down the center of her body until I reach the top of her pussy. “Such a pretty cunt. Big and juicy, like a fuckin’ peach.” I tap the crop on her clit. “And I love me some peaches.”
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what, Solnce?”
“You know what I want.”
“You’re gonna have to use your big girl words and tell me.”
“You’re an asshole.”
I tap her clit again. “I know, but your cunt seems to like it. Did you know you’re a filthy pain slut?” She doesn’t reply, so I hit her again. “You gonna answer whore, or are you gonna sit there like a pathetic slut and let me beat this pretty cunt until it’s sore and bleeding?”
Tap, tap, tap. I keep hitting her clit with the crop, harder and harder, waiting for her to use her safe word. But my Solnce takes it, even with the pull of her lips from the pins every time she finches or moves. I didn’t think I could admire her more than I already do, but here we are. There’s something to be said for someone who faces fire like a lion, brave, head held high, saying, “bring it.” Fuck, that’s hot.
“I’m not sure what’s hotter, your pretty face, your sexy curves, or how you take it like the perfect little slut you are.”
“I need to come, Alexie, please.”
10
MIA
“I like hearing you beg, Solnce. The powerful goddess turned into nothing but a pathetic whore. Your needy pussy glistening with desire, desperate to be used like a good little slut you are. Tell me, Solnce, are you a dirty slut? Is that what you are, a pathetic cum dump, my perfect little whore?”
I grit my teeth. I hate him, but I hate my pussy more cause the more depraved the things he says, the more turned on I am. If he called me these names outside of this room, I’d chop his cock off, but in this place, they’re the hottest words I’ve ever heard.
“Please, I need to come.”
“I’ll let you come, slut, once you tell me what you are.”
“I’m a girl who’s ready to come,” I spit.
“You know what I want to hear, Solnce. If you want to come, you’re gonna have to tell me
what you are.”
I smile, realizing that two can play this game. “I’m a dirty little whore. Please make me come, Daddy. Show my filthy pussy that only you can bring it pleasure. I need your tongue in my cunt. Please, Daddy. Please put your tongue on my pussy, like only you can.”
The crop hits the floor and Alexie falls to his knees. I wait in anticipation for the touch of his tongue on my clit, but instead, he pours cold liquid on my pussy. It slides down to my open and exposed asshole.
“What are you doing, Alexie?”
“Getting your tight asshole ready, slut. I’m going to tear apart all your holes and make you so addicted to my fingers, cock, and tongue that you’ll do anything for me. I’m gonna make you a junkie, Solnce. My perfect whore. Mine.”
I shiver as cold metal glides slowly through my folds and stops at my asshole. Alexie pushes the tip in slowly, allowing me to adjust. “You’re doing good, baby. Just relax. Daddy is going to make you come all over his tongue.”
His praise is like a shot of heroin to my veins, an instant high I crave more than I ever thought possible.
I moan as he puts the plug in my ass, securing it with bondage tape I didn’t see him carry from the table. Relief engulfs me because it could have been worse. He could have used duct tape. At least he had enough brains to realize that shit can rip off skin.