A whipping sound slices through the air, and a thin lash hits my nipple with a sting. It’s a peculiar mix of pleasure and pain that makes me flinch with surprise.
“Oh!” Tears spring to my eyes.
“Very nice.” A gentle tentacle slides across my face and gathers up the moisture.
I now understand why he pinned me to the ceiling. It’s the least cluttered part of my apartment, and the monster needs space to swing a whip.
“Did you like that, Little Mate?” he asks.
“No?” I lie.
One of his tentacles slides over my wet pussy. “Are you sure about that?”
“Alright,” I say. “It was hot.”
“More?” he purrs.
Shit. I really should say no, but I’m so curious about this. “Yes, please.”
An invisible tentacle wraps around my clit with a gentle sucking motion, turning what should be a frightening experience into something hugely arousing.
The monster alternates between lashing each breast, with another tentacle running up and down my folds to gather my arousal. Throughout this, he continues that sadistic smile.
I’m breathing so hard and fast, it’s an effort to produce words. “You weren’t interested in my tears last night.”
“When I’m in the dark, I have no appetite for pain,” he says. “Only for your pleasure.”
Sensation builds up around my clit, making my legs tremble. This is so humiliating—I don’t want to climax while getting whipped. I force my mind to stay calm, trying to push back the orgasm, but my eyes dry up under the intense concentration.
“What’s wrong?” he snaps. “You owe me a river of tears.”
“Nothing,” I say through clenched teeth.
He whips one nipple, then the other, but I’ve already built up a resistance to the pain.
“I wonder….” He tilts his head, his gaze traveling lower down my body. “Where else would you like to be whipped?”
My heart jumps to the back of my throat. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do.” The tentacle sucking my clit pulls away.
“Wait,” I cry. “What are you doing? I need that.”
“I’m about to give you something better,” he says with a sharp grin. “Do you want to try?”
Sweat breaks out across my palms and shivers run down my spine. Am I really going to allow this beautiful monster to whip me there? The muscles of my pussy squeeze and pulse, needing something, anything, to stimulate my needy clit.
“Do it.”
He stares at me for several heartbeats. I can’t tell if he’s testing me or if he’s really going to do it. When he turns his gaze away from mine and smirks, my heart sinks. After such a huge build-up Is he really going to leave me hanging?
A sharp pain slices through my clit, charging up every nerve ending in my pelvis like lightning. My hips jerk as though I’d been electrocuted.
“Fucking hell,” I scream, my eyes watering.
Mr. Roberts downstairs bashes on the ceiling, but I’m too lost in the sensations to care.
“Very nice,” the monster says, his voice breathy. “This is exactly what I need.”