He thrust the toy into her and back out again, fucking her with it. Under normal circumstances, it might have felt pleasant. But every nerve ending in her body was already on fire, so incredibly sensitive, and the quick, shallow thrusts were hitting exactly the right spot inside of her.
“Oh, god. Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chanted, her body rocking back to impale itself on the toy against her better judgment.
“I could listen to you beg all night, too. Do you want to come again, baby?”
“No—yes—maybe—I don’t know!” she wailed, her brain completely scrambled by the sensations he was forcing on her.
“Then I guess Daddy gets to decide for you.” His laugh, tinged with just a hint of sadistic glee, had her shivering with a combination of fear and need.
She was vaguely aware of the plug being tugged from her bottom. Of the weight of him settling behind her, of his hands on her shoulders, helping her to sit up.
“Wrap your arms around my neck, baby.”
Though her arms felt like noodles, she was somehow able to lift them and drape them around his neck. The position thrust her breasts out obscenely, and she almost wished there was someone else there, waiting to play with them.
But her man was inventive, and he didn’t need a partner to torture her. He was perfectly capable of working over every inch of her body without help. The tip of his cock pressed against her bottom hole, and gravity forced her down onto his rigid length. As he filled her, he tugged on the clamps, reigniting the pain that had settled into more of a dull ache by that point.
It distracted her enough that he was able to surge forward, filling her bottom without her tensing up and fighting him.
“Oh!” she gasped, arching up, her back bowed as he fucked her with short, shallow, little thrusts.
“Shh, baby. Daddy’s got you. You’re so fucking beautiful, Mina. Can you ride Daddy’s cock, baby?”
Too overwhelmed by the varying sensations to even consider defying him, she raised up, his cock sliding almost completely out of her ass and the toy between her legs shifting inside her pussy, pressing against that bundle of nerves that threatened to be her undoing. It was like being fucked by two men at once, and even though the pleasure still bordered on painful, she could feel herself tumbling towards the edge of oblivion again.
Another tug on the chain had her instinctively lowering to ease the tension. And suddenly she was full again, everywhere.
And it was glorious.
As she rode, his hands roamed her body. Cupping and caressing her breasts, stroking the soft skin of her belly, teasing her clit until she whined for him to stop, that it was too much.
“It’s not too much for my good girl,” he whispered in her ear, his voice raspy with his own need. “Because my girl can take whatever Daddy wants to give her. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Another whine, but she was no longer able to form words. Her mind was completely scrambled by the pleasure he’d been heaping on her for god only knew how long. But even though it really did feel like more than she could take, she knew she would. For him. Because even more than her own pleasure, she was desperate to please him. To know he was proud of her. To hear him whisper “good girl” as she drifted off to sleep.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” Those clever hands cupped her breasts, the tips of his fingers brushing just under her tortured nipples. “I’m going to take the clamps off and it’s going to hurt. Ready?”
All she could manage was a small nod as she continued to ride him.
And then the clamps were off. It was a relief, at first, for a split second. But then the pain came, a rush of exquisite agony that had tears soaking her blindfold and a scream catching in her throat.
Releasing his hold on her breasts, he pressed a finger to her clit, furiously working her towards another orgasm. Pain and pleasure melded together, until she lost all sense of where one started and the other ended. Both overwhelmed her, flooded her, and she could no longer hold back the screams and sobs as she came completely undone.
She was only dimly aware of him still moving inside of her, fucking her. Of the odd sensation of him filling her in a place she’d never imagined a man even touching her before he’d introduced her to such depraved decadence.
Of him praising her, telling her what a good girl she was as he cleaned them both. Her mind was blissfully, perfectly quiet as she curled into him and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
“Ready?”
Shifting uncomfortably in the straight-backed armchair they’d positioned in front of a completely blank wall, Cyrus tugged at the jacket Cole had provided. It fit, though not as well as he was used to, and he wished for the hundredth time that morning that he had one of his suits, the ones that fit him like a second skin, instead of this off-the-rack monstrosity. “As I will ever be, I suppose.”
Seated across from him, angled slightly as if they were just sitting down for a pleasant chat, Mina raised an eyebrow. “Are you still fussing about the damn suit?”
“I am not fussing,” he shot back, adjusting the cuffs once more.
“That looks like fussing to me. You look fine.”