Chapter 38

Chapter Thirty-Eight

SERAFINA

I’m stuck in a place between reality, fantasy, and whatever the fuck my mind is telling me is real or not. Realness is the way I feel between my legs. Throbbing. Aching. The warm, subtle gush as my body releases thick wetness. A combination of my cum mixing with Tyrant’s cum.

My neck is sore. My throat too. I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Having someone hold my throat while they fuck me. Squeezing. Pushing. All my body wanted to do was freak the fuck out and panic. But I trust Tyrant. I don’t know why, but I really do trust him.

It still surprises me and shocks me when he returns to the bed with a black bag. He climbs onto the bed, unzips the bag, and begins to take items out. There’s metal that looks like scissors but there are no blades.

“Ty…”

“Clamp,” he says in a deep voice. “Have to hold everything nice and steady.”

Next there’s a bag of black latex gloves. Then there’s liquid which I assume is to ensure sterilization of everything. Then some medical wipes. And finally there’s the piercing needles and the bars.

I swallow hard.

“Ty…”

“You’re going to practice on me first,” he says. “Then I’ll take good care of you, claimed one . You’re not going to start talking back to me now, are you?”

Fuck.

“No,” I say.

“Good. Now follow my lead.”

Tyrant moves up the bed and sits straight up. He tells me to put on a pair of latex gloves. My hands shake as I wrestle the gloves on as he sets everything else up for me.

“I’ll set up the clamp,” he says. “You’re going to take the piercing needle and push it right through. Do not fucking hesitate. Pain doesn’t matter to me. Once you’re done, you leave the needle in and take a deep breath. You’ll need it. Then we’ll set up the bar so when you take the needle out, the bar will go through my nipple. Then you take the balls and twist them on, one at a time. And that’s it.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” I whisper.

My hands are shaking. I’m still naked too, by the way. This is fucking crazy. And it’s really fucking sexy too.

I watch as Tyrant takes a wipe and cleans his nipple and the area around it. He then takes the metal clamp and positions it against his nipple, making it really tight. At the end of the clamp there are two O ’s. In between is where his nipple it being held and that’s my target.

He looks at me and nods.

“Just so you know, claimed one , I’ve never been pierced by a naked woman before. Your body is fucking amazing. You’re all the distraction from any pain in the world I could ever ask for.”

My heart leaps up, bouncing off my brain, and then sinks down into my stomach. Did Tyrant just legit flirt with me? Did Tyrant just say something romantic to me?

“Now take the needle, Serafina,” he says. “I’ll hold the clamp and you’re going to line up where you want the needle to go through.”

I reach down for the piercing needle. My stomach twists and turns a little. I really don’t like needles at all. They scare the hell out of me. I blink fast, remain calm, and do exactly what Tyrant just said to do.

I’m on my knees, completely naked, focused on his clamped nipple. Meanwhile my nipples are tight, hard, pebbled with a slight ache.

“I’m going to take a deep breath,” he says. “When I exhale, you push that needle through my nipple. Do. Not. Fucking. Hesitate.”

I nod. I feel like I’m going to be sick. Yet at the same time, I am so turned on right now. My inner thighs are shaking, trembling with desire, my deepest desire engaged. New wetness collecting between my legs.

Tyrant inhales deep.

Oh fuck… here we go…

As soon as he starts to exhale, I groan in the back of my throat and apply pressure from the needle to his nipple. At first, nothing really happens. I know I have to be harder. I have to force this needle… I grit my teeth and push. Hard.

The needle enters one side of Tyrant’s nipple and exits the other almost right away. I take my hands away and inch back, amazed that I just did that to him.

He growls and looks at me. His right hand shoots up and he grabs me by my throat. Only for a second because then his hand slides to the back of my neck and he pulls me toward him.

For a kiss.

His tongue flicks against my lips a split second before our lips actually meet. The kiss is deep and aggressive. Tyrant feels pain but he won’t admit it. He’s taking it out on me in the form of a kiss. Something he’s never done before. He pulls me away from his mouth by the back of my neck. His tongue flickers against my lips.

His attention goes back to his nipple. He walks me through the remaining steps of the piercing process and next thing I know, I’m looking at his broad, muscular chest, now complete with both nipples pierced. And if I thought one nipple pierced on Tyrant was sexy…

Fuck me.

Both nipples pierced is a whole new sensation for me. I’m lost in a state of total lust and admiration for Tyrant’s body. Muscles and piercings and then just knowing the size of his cock and what it can do to me. Knowing I’ve felt his cock in my hand, in my pussy, and even in the depths of my throat.

Only one place he hasn’t been… right…?

I shiver and start to search for his eyes so I can calm down a little, which I know is impossible to do. I’m too far engaged here. I’m too far—

Hands touch my neck and Tyrant is on the move. He lowers me down to the bed, on my back. I grab for the covers as my mind races out of control, every part of my body screaming for the first bit of attention from him.

He hovers over me for a second. Then he whispers…

“Your turn.”

Your. Turn. I guess a deal is a deal, right?

“It only hurts for a little bit,” Tyrant says.

“That doesn’t help me at all, Ty . I don’t like needles.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he says.

He touches my left breast, massaging and squeezing. His thumb rubbing over my nipple again and again. It’s already painfully hard. I watch as his mouth moves down toward my nipple.

“Last time I can taste it without a piercing,” he says.

His lips touch my nipple and then he takes my breast into his mouth. I grab the bedsheets harder. My hips shiver and ache. He kisses and sucks so hard, I gasp and groan. I arch my back and whisper his name.

His teeth come together and he tugs at my nipple. Pain shoots through my chest up to my neck and over to my shoulder. Then it’s gone. His mouth is away from my body. He reaches for the clamp and I realize this is happening right now.

“Fuck,” I whimper.

“Breathe, claimed one . Fucking breathe. If you tense up and don’t fucking relax, you’ll make this worse.”

I blink fast and feel panic desperate to overtake my body. I’m starting to figure out here that Tyrant is a drug to me. In more than one way. He’s addictive and bad for me yet at the same time when I’m near him or I know he’s around, I feel safe and I’m able to calm myself. He’s like heroin mixed with Xanax and I can’t get enough.

Tyrant grabs my left breast and positions the clamp at my nipple. He squeezes tight, engaging the clamp so it holds in place. I suck in a breath at the rush of pinching pain, knowing this is just the start. He touches my chin and makes me look at him.

“You’re fucking okay,” he growls. “If you want to really feel pain, I can make that happen. This is nothing compared to the pain I’ve caused others.” He leans closer to me. “Don’t forget, claimed one , I’ve murdered people.”

That seems to be the kind of thing that if said to a woman she would do anything in her power to get the fuck away from the guy. But not me. Hearing Tyrant speak those words makes me wetter. Makes my body hotter. It makes him scarier and it makes me want him even more.

Tyrant isn’t wearing latex gloves. I should tell him to clean his hands or wear gloves. Be safe. Sterile. I just stare at him. Watching him move.

I glance at my nipple for a second and see it tightly pinched in the clamp. That’s when Tyrant picks up the piercing needle.

Holy fuck. This is happening.

Fuck.

Fuck…

I see the way he’s positioned and brace myself for not getting a warning. It’s better this way, definitely. Tyrant does not give me a warning. The needle touches my nipple and then is through my nipple, all in the same second.

My mouth falls open and I let out a weak whimper. My eyes fill with tears. Tyrant’s mouth collides with mine. He starts to kiss me, hard and fast. I groan into his mouth as my nipple throbs with insane pain. He pulls away with a wet kiss and gets back to work.

I stare forward across the room, stuck between pain, shock, and being turned on. I feel him pull the needle out of my nipple, replacing it with the bar that is now part of me.

“All done,” he says in a deep voice.

I look down at my freshly pierced nipple and bite my bottom lip.

“ Ty . It hurts. But I love it.”

“Of course you do,” he says. “I’m fucked for this, Serafina. Just so you know.”

“What does that mean?”

“There are rules. Unspoken rules. Assumptions. My job is to break you. Not pierce you.”

Does that mean…

The words want to come out of my mouth. Tyrant kisses me instead, making the words vanish. He’s on top of me. His left hand moves with intention, dipping between my legs without hesitation.

Is there anything hotter than a guy who will just take what he wants? No fucking games. Just… take it…

His fingers curl and he thrusts them into my pussy. He digs deep and thoroughly, then removes his fingers almost right away. As he lifts them away from between my legs, we both look down at the wetness practically dripping from his fingers.

“Fuck, claimed one ,” he says.

“Yes,” I whisper, heat overtaking my entire body.

“These fingers are meant for one place,” Tyrant says.

I assume he means his mouth. Or even my mouth.

“Roll to your right side,” he says. “There’s one hole left for me to tear apart.”

I freeze up. Just for a second or two.

“Fucking move right now,” Tyrant growls. “You are mine. All of you. Every part of you. Every fucking hole .”

As I roll to my right side, my left breast moves. My nipple throbs and aches and my entire breast feels tender. No sooner do I turn does Tyrant grab my left ass cheek with his right hand and pull. His fingertips dig and approach me back there .

I turn my head and watch as Tyrant lowers his left fingers. Covered with my wetness, destined for my ass. I bite my lip and feel him touch there. He circles his fingers, massaging, then thrusting, breaking the forbidden barrier.

My hips jump and I groan. The immense pressure that attacks me makes my face turn a deep shade of red. Tyrant presses his two fingers with more force, sliding deeper, taking my ass more and more.

“Oh, claimed one ,” he growls. “This is going to be fun.”

He slowly inches his fingers back and out of my body. Once they exit, my ass puckers and the lower half of my body shivers. That was just the start.

Now I have to prepare myself for Tyrant to fuck my ass.