Chapter 29

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CAT

H is grin was swift and dangerous. "That's my fucking girl." He leaned forward to lick his way up my throat, pausing to suck on the spot that reduced me to liquid need before he found my lips, kissing around the gag, licking the tip of my tongue, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, grazing with his teeth. "That's my perfect, messed up little slut. You don't want to escape my torment. You want to revel in it."

I arched up against him, the feel of skin to skin drugging me. A gasp hit the gag when he tugged each chain, taunting my nipples, repeating the pull until I whined.

"Aw baby," he murmured, pushing hair back from my face so he could gaze into my eyes. "Are you sore?"

I nodded.

"Good." He smirked, removing the left clasp so suddenly that searing, unbearable sensation shot through my nipple, and my back bowed as I panted. It was worse coming off than the initial clamp. Oh god, it was so much worse. Tor flicked my abused nipple with his finger, and when my eyes slammed shut, screwed tight, he laughed and strummed my pained nipple until the sensation spiked.

I couldn't take it. I couldn't get enough air in my lungs.

"Amber," I slurred around the gag.

Tor's demeanour changed instantly, his touch softening, voice gentling. He reached up to ease the gag from my mouth, fingers lingering on my cheeks. "I've got you, beautiful. Do you need me to untie me?"

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. My arms burned, but I liked the restrains. "My nipple hurts," I said miserably.

Tor kissed me quickly before he slid down my body, wrapping his mouth around the throbbing breast and lapping slow, soothing circles around my nipple. His hands moved up and down my sides, stroking comfort into my body, and I relaxed as the unbearable sting faded.

"We can stop right now," he said, peering up at me, scanning my expression.

"I don't want to stop."

"Your pout is so fucking cute," he teased, kissing rings around my nipple, each press light, tantalising instead of torturing. The worst of the sting faded until I could stand it.

"You promised to break me apart," I reminded him, my heart pounding. The wand still vibrated powerfully beside us, and I was painfully aware of its presence. More stimulation scared me, but I craved it. I wanted what Tor promised, wanted what his rough treatment offered: oblivion.

"Careful what you wish for, my beautiful girl," Tor warned, a smirk transforming his face into something mischievous and so fucking handsome that my heart skipped. The butterflies were back and stronger than ever.

He swirled his tongue around my nipple and drew back, eyes on my face. "Think you can keep coming for me?"

I gulped, goosebumps on my arms. "How many times…?"

Tor's smile deepened, his hands stroking down my body as he moved off me, thumbs on either side of my pussy, spreading me for his stare. "Lots," he answered finally, his voice deeper. I throbbed and he saw it. Saw the arousal that dripped from me, too. "I think my little bride wants to come for me. This needy cunt certainly does."

Heat crept through me, catching like a fire—slow and then all at once. "Tor," I breathed, a plea.

That dark glint returned to his eyes as he looked up at me. "I think I'll keep the gag out of your mouth this time. I want to hear you scream."

I flexed my hands against the headboard, my breathing turning short when he took up the wand again, cruelty returning to his expression. "Still green, my greedy whore?"

I swallowed a whine and nodded.

"You won't be for long," he laughed, like a threat, like he hadn't just stopped the instant I said amber. I fought to keep the smile off my face, but I needn't have bothered. My mouth fell open when the wand stroked from my entrance to my clit, running in violent circles around my swollen nerves until I was jittering, my hips jumping, my breathing a fractured mess. So quick, he worked me up again until I was squirming, pleading, moaning his name.

"See, no need to be scared," he soothed, but there was only sadism in his voice. "You love this. Your pussy is a slave to my wand, and you, pretty girl, are mine. Aw, you can't even help it, can you? Look, you're coming again already."

"God," I choked out, my head thrown back, a current running through me from head to toe as my orgasm wrecked me. So good, so fucking good. Too fucking good. "Too much," I gasped.

"No," Tor argued. "I decide what's too much, remember? Five orgasms aren't nearly enough to satisfy me. I want you broken, and as long as you can still form speech, you're not broken."

My body bucked as another wave went through me. My clit ached, pulsing with sharp stabs that might have been pleasure, might have been pain. I caught my breath when fingers slid through swollen, sensitive flesh, stroking every tingling inch of me until two slid inside my spasming pussy. He was far from finished with me. Very, very far from it. I began to tremble, overwhelmed, but my pussy didn't get the memo, clamping around his fingers in deep clenches.

"Practically begging for me," Tor laughed, stroking in and out slowly, keeping the wand against my pussy with his other hand, as smug and imperious as a prince. "Such a pretty, submissive toy for me."

I choked on a whimper.

"Don't you fucking dare," he growled, pressing the wand down so hard on my clit that a cry ripped free, so loud that I couldn't trap the sound. "Those moans and cries and whines are mine, and I want to hear them."

"Tor," I gasped, my eyes crossing when his fingers moved faster, faster, until he fucked me with them. "Oh, I can't, I can't—"

"I don't care if you can't," he said mildly. "You will."

I tossed my head from side to side, sucking down breaths as heat and pleasure gathered like a storm in my lower belly, so powerful it could wipe out whole civilisations. His fingers moved faster, curling, the wand assaulting my clit with vibrations I couldn't escape and—I sobbed as my release tore through me, my pussy throbbing so deep inside and—

I squirted all over Tor.

Oh, god. My face burned, tears building at how insanely good it felt, and the next rush of pleasure drowned out my embarrassment. His fingers kept up their rapid pace, wet noises filling my room until my face burned.

"More," he demanded in a snarl.

"I-I can't—"

"I said fucking more," he snapped, his fingers blurring until my eyes rolled all the way back and tight heat poured through me and Tor's approving growl was all I could hear. My back arched as I came again, or kept coming, or—I didn't know. Every thought I'd ever had left my head. The pleasure was so deep, so all consuming, that I felt it everywhere, in every part of my body.

"You're like a drug," Tor groaned, moving the wand aside so he could lap up every drop of liquid on my pussy. God, I really squirted. I'd never done that before, never even dreamed what it would feel like. It felt like insanity and euphoria.

"Fuck, the taste of you…" His tongue lapped at me everywhere, making me tingle and throb and gasp, so damn sensitive.

"Tor," I whined.

"Still with me, beautiful? Give me a colour."

I shook, tremors going through my boneless body. Words were strange, foreign things. "So, so good…"

He laughed softly, a kiss landing on my clit, jolting me back to awareness. "Colour. Now."

"I must have gone mad, because green."

Tor snorted, licking a circle around my poor, abused bundle of nerves. "Mad, but greedy for more. My perfect, insatiable, beautiful girl."

The praise melted me until I sighed.

"You want me to reduce the intensity, pussy cat?"

"Mm." I floated on a cloud of bliss. "I like your intensity."

His next kiss found the swell of my stomach. "You're my dream girl. One day, I'll make you my wife for real."

I fluttered my bound hands. "If you like it, you should put a ring on it."

"Shit, I've fucked you into a delusional state."

I snorted this time, unable to keep a smile off my face. I was so damn satisfied, all my dark fantasies fulfilled. "I might be orgasm-drunk but I can still quote Beyoncé."

Tor sighed dreamily. "I fucking love you."

"I fucking love you, too," It was still such a relief to say it, to tell him the truth. "Sorry for making you all wet."

Tor made a disgruntled sound. "Never apologise for that, Cat. Never. I'd die for another taste. I'd drown in your cum if I could."

Why did my eyes sting, like they were the most romantic words I'd ever heard?

"Pretty girl," Tor sighed, kissing a delicate frame around my pussy.

"Are you talking to me or my pussy?" I asked, feeling better than I'd felt in days, weeks. I actually felt good. I'd forgotten what this felt like.

"Both," he said firmly. "How are your wrists?"

"Achy," I admitted.

Tor kissed my clit again and rose up my body, untying the knots holding my wrists to the headboard. When I was free, he massaged the red marks in my skin, pressing a kiss to each wrist.

"What about my ankles?" I asked when he released my wrists and settled between my legs again, a kiss feathering over my clit.

"What about them?" he asked, flicking a sharp, amused look up at me. "I still need you trapped at my mercy. I can't have you escaping when it gets too much, can I?"

A shiver of foreboding went down my body. I let fear bleed into my eyes and Tor's smile widened.

"Good, you should be afraid. I promised to crack this beautiful body apart, and I've yet to see what lives inside you. I think," he said with a slow smile, "it's every bit as twisted as the monster that lives in me."

I whispered a curse when he lifted the wand, letting me see its path, as slow as a threat.

"I want to hear your moans and screams. Don't hold a single one back from me."

A howl parted my lips when the wand met my pussy, vibrations shivering through too-sensitive skin, making its slow way to my clit where it would destroy me.

"Please," I blurted, tension gripping me at that slow, slow glide. "Don't."

Tor laughed and pressed the wand to my clit, and my voice echoed off the ceiling when he turned the setting up—and up.

"I can't, I can't," I chanted, breathing faster, throwing my head from side to side, my hands snapping down to grab Tor's shoulders to ground myself. I couldn't, but oh god, I wanted to.

"You'll come, or you'll find out what happens when you displease me," he threatened, making everything tighten deliciously inside me. My hips jerked. He waited until I couldn't help it, until the wand ripped another climax from me, and then slid two fingers inside, scissoring until I moaned loudly, absolutely ruined by pleasure. It hurt, my over-sensitised nerves sending stabs of warning to my brain. With my hands free, I could have ripped the wand off my clit, but I just dug my fingernails into Tor's shoulder, pulling at his shirt.

"Please, please…"

"Can't take my shirt off while I stretch you out, beautiful," he said, not sounding apologetic at all. He added a third finger and I panted, my boobs bouncing as I breathed heavily, the chain from the clamp on my right nipple dancing. The prospect of having him inside me made me flutter around his fingers, drenching them in arousal. I needed to be full of more than just his fingers; I ached for it, craved it.

I rolled my hips in stuttering circles, meeting his slow thrusts as they quickened in pace.

"Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers like a desperate little whore."

I swore my heart stopped when he removed the wand and leaned forward, scraping his teeth over my clit. I couldn't control my moaning, the sounds filling the room as his fingers fucked in and out of me with wet, squelching sounds that would have made my face burn if I wasn't so far gone, mindlessly chasing another orgasm.

Hairs stood on the back of my neck when Tor shoved my hips flat to the bed. "Too bad you're not in charge. Lay there and take it, take all my torment, and pretend you don't love this."

I shook my head, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip.

"No?" Tor laughed, moving his fingers faster, curling the tips until he caught that place that made me electric and cold and on fire all at once. "Alright," he agreed with a smirk. "If you don't love this, don't come. Easy, right?"

I squirmed, a whine in my chest.

"All you have to do is not come." His teeth scraped my clit again, this time on two sides, his fingers fucking me roughly.

I came so hard I expected my body to explode.

"Aw," Tor said with mock sympathy, fingers still inside me. "You couldn't help it, could you, my sick little slut? You love the way I use you, no matter what you might say. This cunt doesn't lie. And look, you soaked me again."

I blinked my eyes into focus, my hips jerking as he licked a droplet from his bottom lip.

"If you hate this, why did you squirt all over me? Hm?"

I swallowed, shaking my head.

"You love this. Say it."

"No," I whispered, my stomach fluttering, my heart quickening. I was all out of orgasms, but still so turned on that it hurt. I couldn't keep coming. My clit was so overstimulated it throbbed with sharp complaint every time I came, and I was wrung out. But with every word from his mouth, he worked me back up until I was squirming and needy. The cold commands were my undoing.

Tor's gaze sharpened, predatory and chilling. He wrapped the chain of the nipple clamp around his finger; cold shot through me. "Say it."

I swallowed. Shook my head. "I hate this. I hate you."

Tor laughed, low and rumbling. "Do you know what bad girls get for lying?"

I wet my bottom lip. "No," I whispered.

"They get punished."

The look on his face made my heart gallop.

"Tor…" I breathed when he picked up the vibrator again, but when he turned it back to the lowest setting, I decided I could take it, and it couldn't be so bad if—

He pressed the wand to my entrance, vibrations shuddering through his fingers into my pussy and taunting my clit, reminding it how insane and torturous it would feel when it reached there. I groaned, my head falling back as his fingers stroked inside me. A tremor went through my legs, and not just because the wand sent fierce ripples through them.

"Look at you," Tor murmured as his fingers slid out of me. "All stretched out like a good little slut."

"I—" My eyes widened when the wand pressed against my throbbing entrance, sending sensation deeper. "Tor…"

He was trying to kill me. I should have realised he was serious about breaking me apart. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip so hard I drew blood as he stretched me around the wand's huge tip. My eyes crossed so hard I feared I'd be permanently cross-eyed as he eased it deeper.

"This is—ommgod—I can't—"

"Colour," Tor snapped. "Now."

My head threw back, my neck strained as vibrations reached deeper than I'd ever dreamed possible. The wand jerked forward, almost inside. "Shut—up."

He leaned over me, his hand snapping around my throat, fingers pressing on either side until I floated pleasantly. "I'm serious, Cat. Give me a fucking colour."

"Green. So, so green."

It was yellow-green for sure, but god I couldn't pass up the promise of another climax. Even if it killed me.

"That's my girl," he groaned, fingers dropping to stroke my nipple where the clamp bit into me. "Scream for me now."

I couldn't do anything but scream when he removed the clamp, pain cutting through me like a lightning bolt, swiftly followed by the hot, soothing suction of his mouth.

My whole lower half shook like I was possessed, the wand torturing places that had never known such stimulation as it. My hands ended up wrapped around Tor's biceps, carving grooves with my fingernails as I lost the power of speech, of thought, of movement. I had no control over my groans, my loud moans of pleasure when the head of the wand finally popped inside me and—

I was gone, shaking so hard my entire body convulsed, my toes curled, and pleasure burned away everything I'd been. All that was left were tears and gasping and vibrations. So much pleasure I couldn't stand it, but deeper than all the orgasms before it, offering the oblivion he'd promised me.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours. I distantly felt the wand gently removed from me, heard Tor's sigh of deep relief, like he got what he needed, too. Warm hands untied my ankles and massaged the blood back into my legs, the warm mouth returning to my nipple until I melted into the bed, pain swept away.

After a while, other senses returned, and I realised Tor was speaking to me in low, soothing tones, praising me over and over.

"So perfect for me, Cat. You are so, so beautiful when you come for me. You are everything I needed, everything I wanted and more. My beautifully submissive pussy cat."

A laugh escaped through my nose. "That name's still ridiculous," I rasped, sighing when Tor gathered me into his arms, cradling me to his chest as he sat back against the headboard he pinned my hands to.

He buried a hand in my hair, massaging the back of my neck as his chest expanded with bigger breaths. A kiss skimmed my cheekbone. "You okay, beautiful?"

"My pussy's fluttering. I think you broke all my muscles."

He snorted. "Promised to break you, didn't I?"

"Mm." I snuggled closer, wrapping my arms around him, luxuriating in his warmth. "Are you okay?"

"I'm better now," he replied, letting out a slow breath. "I just needed you like this, where only I can hurt you."

I hugged him tighter. "No one else will hurt me."

"Well, Miz probably will when he gets his wand back."

I groaned. The offending vibrator was now turned off. "I need five to eight business days to recover from that thing."

I felt his smile against my forehead. "I watched your mind melt. It was captivating."

"Dick." I took another breath, filling my lungs, settling back into my body after so many orgasms. "Tor?"

"Yes, beautiful?"

"Can you—stay tonight? I need… I don't want you to let go."

His kiss lingered for longer this time, soothing me. "I'm not going anywhere." His fingers pressed into the back of my neck. "Not for a fucking second. Now tell me what else you need. I'm all about aftercare, sweetheart."

I rested my head on his shoulder, still blissfully calm. "Can you stroke my back?"

"My fucking pleasure." His fingers began caressing up and down instantly, and I groaned, sinking into him.

But speaking of pleasure… "You didn't get to come."

"I got everything I needed, Cat. Some things are more important than finding release. What you gave me was soul-deep."

I still wanted to make him come, but maybe it might be better when I could still feel my pussy… I'd come so many times I was numb.

"Sleep," he soothed, kissing the top of my head. "I've got you."

I didn't fight him, and I slipped into the soft darkness of sleep easily, wrapped up in safety.