Chapter 13

I t’s been hours. Grace is finally coming around, and won’t she be surprised at the situation she’s gotten herself into? Her legs are now pierced with thick hoops, thick enough to bear her weight when I need her incapacitated. New strings rated for a decent amount of weight hold them open and suspended in the air. A pussy clamp keeps her pretty pink cunt open for me, and for good measure, I’ve pierced and strung strings to three hoops running her sternum.

“Cain?” Her raspy voice runs its fingers down the hard length of me, and I close my eyes against its touch.

“Good morning, little puppet. Or should I say good night? It’s after midnight, after all.”

I’ve had to sit here and look at her, suspended and drugged, the entire time drooling at the lush allure of her pussy and delirious, relaxed state .

“What have you done?” she breathes, looking herself over.

“Seems the strings you had weren’t enough, darling.”

She lifts her head off the pillow, her chest heaving as she looks at the clamp over her core.

“Now that you’re home and alert, I think we should discuss what happened between us, don’t you?” I ask her, getting up from the chair I’d placed at the end of the bed and ascending the steps. I sit on the edge of the bed, and she shifts.

She can’t go anywhere, but instinct makes us forget reason even when it’s right before us.

“Do you know why you have more strings? Why your beautiful cunt is clamped open?” I ask her, running my fingertip over her nipple in circles.

She tries to keep her breathing even and fails. I keep my smirk inward.

I don’t want to boast. Not yet.

I need to show her that she’s already in too deep with me. There’s no running away. There is no freedom other than the one I offer.

“I tried to escape,” she says, and she can’t hide the lusty dip in her tone.

Her nipple is hard as stone, and I lean back to look over her pussy.

“Mmm, can’t hide anything from me now,” I tell her, watching as she grows wetter, glistening for me like a frosted glass of my favorite bourbon.

“You didn’t try to escape, puppet. You did escape. ”

She licks her lips as I reach over and run my fingertip over her belly button, drawing circles around it, relishing in the goosebumps rising to meet my fingerprint.

“You escaped only to find the world is unforgiving, didn’t you, puppet?”

She swallows audibly, and it’s as if I can feel her throat constrict on my cock because it jumps at the sound.

“Answer me, puppet. You’ve already been a bad girl. You don’t want to add to your indiscretions, do you?”

She shakes her head, watching as I slide my fingers lower, dancing them over the mound of flesh over where the clamp sits.

“I did. They brought me back to you. Back to hell,” she answers, but even as she tries to offend me, her breathing is hitched, and her pupils are blown wide.

“Why do you fight it?” I ask her, growing infuriated as she denies what’s right in front of her, what she feels.

“Fight what?” she asks, choking on air as I rim my finger around her exposed, sopping entrance—never entering, only toying.

“What you so clearly feel.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she whines before biting it back.

I roll my eyes, pinching her clit between two fingers, stiff and firm. “Stop lying to yourself and stop lying to me. Your pupils are the size of saucers, your nipples are hard as stone, and your cunt is dripping and soaking my sheets. You want me. You want to fuck a murderer. One that strings his victims up like puppets, even after expiration. You are as deranged as I am, darling. Stop denying it.”

She shudders, unable to contain it, and I smile.

A satisfying smirk of power.

She’s the only one who’s affected me this way, and it makes me positively fucking mad.

“And what about you?” she asks, and I let her clit go.

“Me? We’re talking about you, puppet.”

She lifts her head, her beautiful hazel eyes boring a hole through me. It makes me feel vulnerable, and I try my damndest to swat the feeling away.

“You didn’t kill me on schedule. Those detectives were surprised when I told them where to find you. At first, I thought they were surprised that a local doctor would do the things you’ve done. Now that I’m home, I realize their surprise was because they couldn’t fathom that you haven’t killed me yet. Why would that be, you fucking psychopath?”

I lick my lips, dropping over her and leaning against my hand, which drapes over her stomach. Pressing my face in close, I drop my tone an octave. “Don’t forget your place, puppet.”

“How can I? I’m hanging from the fucking ceiling,” she counters.

“Does it bother you? That you haven’t killed me? That you want to keep me? It does, doesn’t it? You’ve got this entire town in check. Everyone is in the palm of your hand, doing exactly as you command. But I was unexpected. Now, what are you going to do?”

She’s stumped me, and it pisses me off. I’m flustered and panting, leaning closer to her lips as she lifts her lip and snarls at me.

“We’re both fucked up,” she says, dropping her head back onto her pillow.

I adjust my cock beneath my jeans as I slide off the bed and pad over to my dresser. The first drawer has all kinds of fun devices. I look back at her clamped pussy, licking my lips as I choose wisely.

Grabbing a vibrator that will sit inside her and blow her fucking mind as it sucks her clit at the same time, I shut the drawer behind me.

“I thought I was in trouble,” she muses, her voice cutting through my fraying nerves.

“You are, puppet. You’re in so much fucking trouble.”

“Then why are you going to give me pleasure?”

I get back on the bed, insert the toy inside of her, situating the sucker over her clit as I palm the remote in my other hand.

I waggle it in the air so she can see it. “There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure. One that if you skirt too close, pleasure becomes torture. You’re going to learn about that line today.”

“Cain,” she warns, but she can’t hide the thrum of excitement and lust in her tone.

“I’ll let you enjoy this first one, puppet.” I click the vibrator to life, slowly moving through the speeds to get her acclimated.

Laying next to her on my side, I watch her writhe.

“It’s too much, Cain,” she whimpers, facing me.

I click the button again, shaking my head. “No. It’s just right.”

The closer she gets, the more she moves on her strings.

“Careful, puppet. Those strings are rated for a lot of weight. You won’t break them. You will, however, rip hoops from your flesh if you’re not careful.”

The ones in her arms tug taut as she arches off the bed into the toy’s vibration.

“Cain, please,” she moans.

I shift closer, rimming her ear with my tongue. “Go on, darling. Come for me.”

It’s as if she was waiting for permission. She screams and shatters, bucking on all her strings, and I watch like she’s my orchestra and I’m her conductor.

“It’s too sensitive. Cain, please, turn it off.” She’s wiggling on the bed, forgetting how much damage she could cause if her flesh gives way and her hoops rip through.

“Remember that line we talked about? You’re not close yet, but you will be.”

Turning the toy up all the way, I inch closer, slinking my hand down to her ass below the clamp. My finger rings her tight hole before pressing inside. Her cum has slithered downward, and I press it inside with a deep thrust of my finger, causing her to lift her head off the bed.

Her mouth is wide open, her beautiful blonde hair smattered across her sweaty skin. Her eyes are as feral as a lioness wandering on a fresh kill.

“You see,” I tell her, pumping in and out of her ass, feeling the vibrations of the toy trembling against my finger. “The more you come, the higher you go, the more sensitive your body gets, the less it wants pleasure. Hence, the torture. I’m going to fuck you until you’re well over that line, puppet. And then, when you think I’m done, I’m going to fuck you more.”

“Cain, please!” Tears are running down her cheeks, and I want nothing more than for her to cry until her well runs dry.

Even though I can’t kill her for some ungodly fucking reason, I can take her close enough. Take her right to the edge of life to watch her dangle there for me.

Knowing my hand is the one who controls the strings is intoxicating.

Part of me wishes I’d have known it could be this good. The other part of me knows it’s only this good with her .

As I stretch her ass with another finger, she comes, her cum gushing out around the toy, warming my fingers as I tug them out, gather it up, and shove it back inside her ass.

“God, please! Please, stop!” Her begging only makes me feral, and a deep sense of animalistic power burrows through me like a mole seeking shelter.

“Never,” I growl, removing my fingers. Slinking down in between her suspended legs, I free my cock.

I don’t prepare her. Shoving inside her ass, the vibrations of the toy nearly overwhelm me as much as the tightness of her muscles that work to invite me home.

“Fuckkkkk, puppet,” I groan, letting my head fall back as I slide in and out of her perfect ass hole, the toy juddering and making me crazy at the feel.

“That h—hurts,” she whimpers, renewed tears falling over her flushed cheeks.

“Good,” I grit out.

Falling forward, I use one hand to unhook the strings running up her sternum one by one.

When I fall over her body, dropping onto my elbows, she’s too exhausted to fight me when my lips crash down on hers.

“Good girl, your ass takes me so fucking well. Do you know how good you feel?”

She lifts and retakes my lips, tongue lashing at mine. I swallow her moan when I twirl mine around the tip of hers, driving her wild for me as I fuck her ass hard and deep.

She’s close again, as her whimpers are growing needy and hungry.

I pull back, listening to her panted breaths and pleas of longing. “You filthy little fuck doll, you like having a murderer’s cock up your ass. Look how flushed you are. How close to coming all over my cock you are.”

“No,” she breathes, unable to help it when the overwhelming orgasm washes through her like the roar of a waterfall. Her screams are loud this time, her ass tightening around me in mind-numbing waves.

I break, thrusting forward as I fill her ass full of cum.

“Do you feel my cum inside you, puppet?” I manage, breathing through each throb with gritted teeth.

She nods, delirious.

I lean into her face, nuzzling her nose. “Is it darkening your soul? Your good nature?”

She sobs as I run my tongue up her cheek and collect her tears.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me. You’ll be prettier when you’re dripping with my cum, though.”

“Please, Cain. I’m sorry, turn it off. Please,” she begs, her body shaking uncontrollably on her strings.

I tug out her ass, sitting back on my haunches as I look over her body. Her pussy is swollen, her ass rimmed in red where I hadn’t been gentle with her.

“Push it out, puppet.”

“W—What?” she cries.

“Push my cum out of your ass. I want to see my evil seed seeping from you.”

She seems mortified by the request, but I watch her listen like the best little puppet and work her muscles.

A stream of white leaves her ass and slides down toward the bed .

Leaning forward once more, I gather it with the head of my cock, slathering it all over my shaft before reaching up and dialing the clamp looser that holds her pussy lips open for me.

I remove the clamp and pull out the toy.

“God,” she breathes in relief. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, darling. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

I don’t let the words settle before I slide my cock inside her swollen, battered pussy and close my eyes against her mesmerizing cry of anguish.

“Good fucking girl, puppet. Now show your master how sorry you are. Milk my cock with your perfect cunt,” I groan, fucking into her, relentless and rough, despite all I’ve already done to her.

“Cain!”

This time, it wasn’t a plea. It was a shout of rapture.