I jutted my chin. "I can take whatever you dish out, and I still won't go with you, chulo!"
At my renewed challenge, his cock pulsed, and a glistening drop appeared on the head. "We'll see." From that bag, he removed a roll of something that looked like electrical tape, then positioned the wand along my thigh--bulbous head up.
Realization. "You're going to strap this to me?"
"Uh-huh."
I flailed that leg as much as I could. "No, no!"
Despite my efforts, he taped several loops around it, forcing the bulb against my lips. I gawked at the menacing thing.
From the bag, he removed lengths of black rope.
"What's that for? There's nothing left of me to tie!"
"To secure your toy." I bucked my hips, but he successfully knotted rope around the wand, then up around my waist, cinching it tight. The bulb pressed seamlessly against my pussy, the top edge hitting my clit. "I don't want this getting loose, no matter how hard you struggle."
"Struggle?" Even as I said this with dread, my nipples hardened into tight points.
Of course he noticed. "They want to be sucked." He leaned down and wrapped his lips around one, flicking his tongue all over it while I fought not to moan. Then to my other nipple. Then back to the first. He licked and sucked and ran his stubble over them, the edge of his teeth.
I whimpered when he released me.
"They couldn't be harder. You're ready."
"For what?"
From that cursed bag, he withdrew a silver chain--with clamps on each end. "For these."
"No, no!" When he reached for me, I tried to make my chest concave, but he grasped my right breast, holding it steady.
"If it gets to be too much, just say yes. That's your safe word."
I narrowed my eyes.
"That's what I thought. My fiery Cat's back--to take anything I can 'dish out.' " He carefully applied the clamp to my nipple, close to my areola. I trembled with dread, but he didn't release his grip all at once. He slowly allowed it to tighten, the pressure increasing by degrees. "There you go. Relax into it."
I promised myself I would scream if it got to be too much, but I still hadn't by the time he let go of the clamp. I sucked in a breath. "OW!" My toes curled, my fists clenching. "Too tight!" It hurt, a lightning intensity focused right in my nipple.
But I was . . . taking it?
"The pain will get better, love. Breathe through it."
I released a shaky exhalation, and soon the pain did dull to a more measured pressure. I watched him preparing my other breast, readying its clamp.
Que intrigante. How intriguing. The shining metal in his hand dazzled me. What my body could handle amazed me. The sound of the slinky chain turned me on.
What was happening to me?
When he began affixing the second clamp, I gritted my teeth. "Ow, ow, ow!" I hissed in another breath, fists clenching again.
"Do you want me to stop?" He started letting up his grip.
Did I? This focused intensity was kind of . . . mind-blowing. But still, it was pain.
"All you have to do is say yes."
"Pendejo!" I kicked one leg against its strap in frustration.
He released his hand.
"OW! They hurt, Maxim!"
He tucked my hair behind my ear. "Do they both?"
The first was growing numb. Oh. They both would then.
"Look at yourself," he said smugly. "How do you like variety now, querida?"
I peered down at my body. Damn him, the view shouldn't arouse me this much. The sight of my clamped nipples lit a fire in me! To reclaim the initial bite--and to wipe that smug look off his face--I shimmied my quivering, adorned breasts.
His lips parted on a stunned groan. "Do that again. Show me your new chain, kotyonok." His gaze was rapt.
I shimmied once more, showing off.
He rasped, "You're proud, aren't you? You should be exceedingly proud."
"You like me clamped and tied in your bed?"
"Right now I like you very much." He trailed the backs of his fingers down my body toward the wand.
Oh, no, the clamps had distracted me from the threat of that machine, just like they'd distracted me from the fact that I was taking part in bondage!
"Remember, one word stops this." He kissed my thigh . . . then turned on the wand.
I'd never felt anything like it! The thing was increible!
Sensations bombarded me--the vibrations, the pressure of those biting clamps, the sound of the leather creaking as I pulled against my bonds. I shivered with awe. "What are you doing to me?"
In a devil's voice, he said, "You love your toy, don't you?"
I couldn't stop myself from nodding dreamily. "I love it."
"But you'll hate it soon too."
Reminded of his intentions, I fought to hold out as long as possible. Perspiration dotted my skin from the battle. Need mounted, building . . . building . . . "Oh God, oh God!"
He looked transfixed, delighted. "You're about to come for me in your bonds and your clamps. It's good, isn't it?"
Building . . . building . . . "Yes!" My head thrashed, my hair whipping.
"I am giving you pleasure. You're about to scream--for me. Never forget that."
Building . . .
The bastard plucked at the chain--
I shattered. I levitated. "Maxim!" Deep and wet and consuming, my orgasm made my back bow. My bonds snapped tight as my tits shook and my chain rattled.
I dimly heard some of his hoarse words: abandoned . . . lust . . . slave . . .
Once I'd regained lucidity, I bit out, "I will kill you for this when I get free!" Had he really said slave?
Breathing heavy, he grated, "Not quite what I'd hoped to hear." He reached for the wand, dialing it up a degree.
"No! P-please give me a minute." I came down from that first climax, only to hurtle toward one even more powerful. Sweat now slicked my skin, dampening the hair at my temples. "Just a second, Ruso!" My clit felt like it was on fire. Pressure coiled low in my belly. "I can't . . . I can't . . . not so soon . . ."
The pitiless devil said, "You can. You will."
My next orgasm hit me in blinding waves. "Ahh!" I yelled from the strength of them. Over and over, my core clutched emptiness. Every time I thrashed, the clamps pinched my nipples anew.
Gradually some of the tension left my body, but not all. I cried, "Por favor, why do this?"
"To make you crave me as much as I crave you," he bit out, his expression dark, his eyes fierce. No longer did their color remind me of the ocean. This blue was like the hottest part of a flame. "I'll steal you from the other. Seduce you from him."
"I-I don't understand."
He turned up the setting again. The vibrations were torture/ecstasy. I'd never been more aware of my pussy, of my flared swollen lips, of my throbbing clit. If I worked my hips, the bulb thrummed against the inner rim of my entrance. Could I come again? I surrendered to it with a moan.
"That's it, dushen'ka."
I met his gaze as I began to grind the slick head, undulating wantonly for him.
"Does it feel good, baby?"
In a dreamy voice, I said, "It's making my pussy feel so good, Maxim."
"Fuck. You love the things I do to you."
I nodded earnestly. "Uh-huh."
"I pleasure your body better than any man ever has."
"You do!" I worked the head of my toy.
"That's why you'll keep giving it to me."
I closed my eyes, nodding.
"Look at me, Katya."
When I did, that wicked gleam in his gaze set me off--
"AHH!" I came with a desperate scream. The chain rattled as my sweating body convulsed. I was shameless, turning my knees inward as far as they'd go, my hips humping the toy.
"Blyad !" His hooded eyes went wide.
When the spasms had eased to merely electrifying, I bared my teeth at him. "What do you WANT from me?"
He clasped my face
, bringing his own close. "Everything." He briefly tongued my lips. "And I'll have it out of you. Thirty-one years of misery is lifted. I'm owed you!"
"Wh-what does that mean?" Can't think. Insensible. "Please let me go!"
"Some masters would leave a submissive like this, disregarded to suffer on her own."
What? Disregard me? I had no barriers, no wall--just my vulnerable underbelly, ripe for a slice.
"But I can't." He eased his towering, naked frame down beside me, the head of his cock painting precum across my thigh. "I can't leave you." He petted my damp hair from my forehead, tenderly kissing my mouth. "I suffer with you."
"Ah, gracias, Maxim." Now I was thanking him? For making me weak? For putting me through agony?