19. Levy

Chapter nineteen

Levy

M y arms ached, my shoulders straining against the ropes that prevented me from touching the glowing creature in front of me. Anders had found his perfect weapon in the sweet, curious blond we'd stolen away. I could see it in her eyes, the same glean of power Anders would get when he had me at his mercy. Grace's was softer though, tinged with a caring that Anders could never muster. It was exquisite torture.

The door clicked from somewhere behind me, and I blinked open my eyes, still lost in the haze of endorphins Anders called subspace. Grace was still in the room, kneeling in front of me in my faded blue shirt. Anders must've left. He did that sometimes. "How are you feeling?" Grace murmured, stretching up to cup my chin with her hand. I was too blissed out to answer; instead, I leaned into her hand, twisting so I could press my lips to her palm.

"I want you to feel good," Grace whispered, her other hand traveling down my neck, tracing my scars with the tips of her fingers. Shivering under the touch, I leaned forward as much as the ropes would give, trying to press closer to her.

"Mmm… I want to…" She hesitated, then rose up a little higher, her hand grasping my cock as she dragged the tip down her slit. I moaned, nearly coming apart from the feeling of her wet heat against my skin. I would do anything to sink into her, to feel her clamp down around me and crush me like a vice.

"P-please," I panted, my body shaking with need. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted as she used my cock to tease her clit. I wanted to taste her again, I needed to bury my face between her thighs until she passed out from the pleasure.

The door opened again, and Anders clicked his tongue as he walked inside. "Hmm, tricky when the Dom is a horny mess too," he mused, and Grace flushed, letting go of my cock. It bobbed against my stomach, every nerve on fire with desperate need.

"Sorry, I wasn't sure…" she mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"It's fine, you're still learning. If you need to take care of your needs, do it in a controlled manner so it doesn't allow him a release before it's due," Anders replied, holding out a plate of sliced fruit. "Now eat." She took the plate, and Anders sat back down in his usual spot, watching me coolly.

I stared as Grace lifted a piece of melon up to her lips, eating it delicately. Anders flipped through his book, ignoring us, and Grace finished half her plate before glancing back up at me. "Would you like some?" she asked gently, and I nodded. She crawled up in front of me once more, the hem of her shirt brushing up against my cock as she took a piece of melon off her plate and raised it to my lips. I opened obediently, letting her slide the piece of fruit over my tongue. I tucked it in my cheek and caught her finger in my mouth, licking it clean of the sticky sweet juice. She gasped, and I smiled as she drew her hand back. Grace fed me a couple more pieces, and each time, I licked her fingers clean, drowning in the lust that was evident on her face.

She moved away too soon, her plate empty. I watched her for as long as I could until she stepped into the bathroom, and I heard her washing her hands. "She's learning fast," Anders mused, staring up at me. "But she'll be asking questions soon, are you prepared to answer those?" My muscles trembled, straining against the ropes. A rush of heat flowed into my groin, forcing a moan out of my throat. Everything grew hazy once more as I slipped into that safe place, the fear fading away.

Grace walked back out, her eyes on me as I rocked my hips, desperate for friction. "Come here, Kitten." Anders gestured, indicating the spot directly in my line of sight. She hesitated, but did as he bade, stopping in front of my dresser. "Your father and brother, they hit you, correct?" She flinched at the directness of the question, nodding slowly.

"Why did they hit you?" he asked, and she dropped her eyes to the floor.

"I would upset them somehow or I would do something wrong," she murmured. "I wasn't good enough." My rage surged, and the ropes bit into my skin as I struggled against them, hating Anders for this.

"Do you think you weren't good enough?" Anders asked her, and her shoulders sagged, growing smaller before my eyes.

"I don't… I don't know," she whispered, clasping her hands in front of her.

"Turn around and put your hands on the dresser," Anders ordered, and I could sense where this was going, my breath hissing out between my teeth. Grace turned and placed her palms on the edge of the dresser, looking at him nervously.

"Spread your legs," he ordered again, using his authoritative voice. Her mouth opened to ask a question, but his eyes narrowed, and she did what he commanded. Once she was positioned to his liking, he lifted the shirt I had loaned her, giving me a perfect view of her tight little ass. "I'm going to spank you now. Ten times. You will count each one and you will not let go of the dresser, do you understand?" he announced. Grace let out a small noise of indignation, her arms trembling.

"Why?" she demanded, glancing back at me.

"Because if you get through all ten without letting go of the dresser or losing count, I will let you give Levy his release, any way you want." I shuddered, hating the evil, twisted fucker with every atom in my body.

"Unless you don't think you're strong enough?" Anders challenged, arching an eyebrow. There it was, the subtle lift of her chin, the set in her shoulders. We'd been seeing glimpses of her iron will, but Anders was the only one willing to bully it out of her.

"Do it," she snapped, turning back to face the dresser. He smirked, tucking her shirt up so I could see everything.

"Don't forget to count," he murmured and struck the first blow. Grace yelped, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the dresser.

"One," she gasped, and Anders soothed the sting with his palm, her pale skin already darkening rapidly from his strike. Without warning, he brought his hand down again, on her other cheek this time.

"Two," Grace bit out, rising up on her tiptoes, her forehead pressing against the dresser. Anders struck three more times in rapid succession, alternating cheeks. Her legs were shaking, her voice barely a whisper as she called out, "Five".

"Half-way there. Are you strong enough?" Anders asked. Without warning, blood rushed into my groin, my dick throbbing painfully as I choked out a soft moan.

"Yes!" Grace snapped at him, glancing back at me, her eyes full of heat. He smirked and struck out again, harder from what I could tell, and she let out a strangled cry of "Six".

Her skin was glowing red, peppered with handprints, and Anders took his sweet time with the next three blows, giving her time to sink into the pain after each one. His final blow was softer, maybe a mercy, or maybe his hand was starting to hurt, who knew. "Ten," Grace groaned, sagging into the dresser.

"You're stronger than you look, Kitten," Anders mused. "A deal's a deal." He checked his watch, clicking his tongue. "I've got a meeting to attend. Take care of Levy, would you?" He grabbed his book off the dresser and strolled out of the room, seemingly unfazed by any of this. Grace laughed softly, wiping her eyes, her shoulders shaking from the adrenaline and endorphins coursing through her system.

"I don't know if I hate him," she ruminated, looking up at me. "Is that strange?" I shook my head, I knew the feeling all too well. She hobbled to the side of the bed, wincing as she knelt to untie the rope holding my thigh. I felt it loosen and groaned in relief, shifting immediately to a more comfortable position. Grace did the same thing on the other side, and I collapsed onto my back, relief coursing through my legs.

Grace crawled up on the bed, coming to sit beside my head as she looked over the knots that held my arms in place above my head. "Leave it," I told her hoarsely, and she gave me a questioning look. It was one of the things I'd eventually have to explain if she stuck around. But for now, I had a single-minded focus, and it involved the glistening spot between her thighs. "Climb up on my face, please," I begged, pushing myself closer to the top of the bed.

"Oh, I don't… I've never done that…" Grace murmured, her cheeks red. I smiled, my hips shifting as the ache in my balls worsened.

"Just straddle my face and grab the headboard, baby, and let me take care of the rest, okay?" I would beg her if that was what it took, I needed to taste her like I needed the air in my lungs.

Grace's movements were tentative, her legs shaking as she crawled up to the top of the bed, using the headboard for support as her leg shifted over my head, exposing her pussy to me. I regretted having her leave my arms pinned, because she was hovering just out of reach, and I wanted to drag her down on top of me. "Just sit down, it'll be okay, I promise," I coaxed, seeing how wet she already was for me. Grace lowered herself, torturously slow, until finally she settled herself fully on my lips.

I didn't want to spook her, but once she was there I couldn't hold back any longer. I groaned and drove my tongue into her folds, licking the length of her slit before pressing my tongue into her entrance. Grace let out a soft cry of shock, which quickly morphed into moans of pleasure as I set to work devouring her entirely. I teased her entrance, imagining it was my cock thrusting into her, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Her legs began to tremble when I moved to her clit, sucking the tender bud into my mouth and listening as she started to beg, her hips rocking against my face. That's it, baby, ride my face. Use me like your own personal fucktoy.

Her whole body was shaking when I grazed my teeth over her clit, and she screamed as her thighs clamped down around my head, soaking me as she came. My poor brutalized nerves couldn't take it anymore, and my balls tightened, my own release shooting out across my stomach.

I cleaned her up with my tongue, her thighs stifling my moans. I refused to let up, drawing out the orgasm until she was nearly sobbing above me, her hips continuing to rock as the last of the aftershocks died down. "Oh my god," she breathed, climbing down and collapsing next to me on the bed. I was floating, my mind a haze of endorphins. I barely felt as she tugged around my shoulders, finally undoing the knot and letting my arms fall limp above my head. She was careful as she removed the ropes, tossing them to the floor and helping me get my arms down to my sides.

She disappeared from view, and I thought maybe she'd left for good, but she returned after a moment with a damp washcloth. The bed dipped as she moved beside me, washing my face and my neck before moving lower, to clean up the mess I'd made on my stomach. Her touch was so tender it brought tears to my eyes. I sat up, startling her as I caught her wrist, stopping her ministrations. Grace's kindness was going to be the end of me, I could feel it.

"Don't," I murmured. "You don't have to do that." I took the cloth out of her hand as hurt flashed across her face. How could I explain to her how damaged I was? How deep these scars really went? That kindness to me was a sick form of torture, a luxury I didn't deserve.

"But I want to." She smiled softly, reaching out to touch my face. I closed my eyes as her hand pressed against my cheek, the familiar bloom of panic forming in my chest. When I opened my eyes once more, I'd flickered out of view, and Grace's hand drew back, a look of concern on her face. As carefully as I could, I slipped off the bed, edging around her as she stared at where I'd been on the bed. Like the coward I was, I snuck into the bathroom and through the door into Anders's room. I borrowed a pair of his sweatpants out of his closet and pulled them on before sitting down on the floor. I curled up among the clothes like I used to when I was a kid, knowing it would be hours before anyone found me there. If they even bothered to look.