“Oh, shit,” I whisper. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“What’s wrong, little mate?” he says, his voice taunting. “Can’t you take it?”
My face tightens. This monster is not going to defeat me. I suck in a breath and try to sound confident. “I can. But the real question is, can you?”
The second time he whips me, it’s with a much thinner tentacle that coils around my clit and makes me see stars. I howl at the sweet agony.
“Beautiful,” he growls as I cry ugly tears.
By the third, my pussy clenches and spasms with the need to be filled, and by the fourth, I’m climaxing so violently that every nerve in my body feels like it’s been struck by lightning.
The monster doesn’t have to whip me a fifth time because I sob—mostly out of humiliation. I’m not only trapped with a sadist but enjoying his torture. How is this going to escalate?
“Your face is contorting.” He wipes my eyes. One of his tentacles swats at my opening. “There is now moisture in your nostrils.”
“Yes,” I say through hiccuping breaths. “That’s what happens when a person gets overloaded.”
“Hmm…. I will remember to limit the strikes on your clitoris to three.”
A hysterical laugh bubbles up in my chest. “If I knew monsters were afraid of a little snot, I would have done something about it earlier.”
He makes an annoyed sound in the back of his throat. “Now I would like to test your other thresholds.”
My breath hitches as a tentacle pushes against my pussy. My thighs tremble, and I bite down on my bottom lip, waiting for him to plunge it in me, the way he rammed the tentacle down my throat. But he pulls back with a mocking laugh.
No. Fucking. Way.
This beautiful bastard plans on teasing me the entire night.
I thrash within my invisible restraints, making the monster chuckle, his eyes dancing with delight.
“Do you want to end this torment, my little mate?”
I should scream yes, but I’m burning with curiosity. My clit feels like a live wire and he’s the only thing I need to soothe the burn.
“Never,” I whisper.
“You are an endless source of amusement.” He loosens his grip a little, allowing me to thrash harder.
“Glad someone’s enjoying themselves.” I clench my teeth. He thinks I’m providing him with entertainment, but I have other plans. I need my kind and gentle monster, and I need him now.
Lurching to the left, I move toward the source of the light. I’m sick of being toyed with by this beautiful demon. If I tell him to stop, he’ll just find another way to make me beg for his tentacle or his cock.
It’s time to exercise my safe word.
He throws his head back and laughs. “How you flounder.”
Ignoring him, I edge closer, closer, closer to the light until it’s within reach.
With my left hand, I punch the glass bulb, plunging us back into the dark.
ChapterEight
I slump within the tentacles as the monster lowers me to the bed, but I can barely feel the mattress. Not when my entire body still trembles with the aftershocks of that intense orgasm.
What’s wrong with me?
No sane woman should climax while crying, frightened out of her life, and having her pussy whipped with tentacles. Yet somehow, it had been electrifying.