Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

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I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs. The whole time Aleksei had been gone, the horrid little clamp teased my clit, vibrating on and off and endlessly edging me toward an orgasm I could never quite reach. My pussy still burned from the flat of his hand and my nipples ached, hot and heavy from the clamps on them too.

It felt like he had been gone for so long.

Now he was here, standing above me, his eyes dark and full of unspoken promise.

He reached out, his fingers grazing over my nipple, and I moaned softly, the sensation shooting straight to my core. He tugged at the clamp, and the pressure increased until all I could do was take the biting pain and whine.

“Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.

“Then beg for it,” he commanded.

I looked up at him, and his expression was one of complete control. It sent a shiver through me, and I knew there was no turning back now.

If I was going to get any release tonight, it would be on his terms. I bit my lip and met his gaze.

“Please fuck me, Daddy. I’ve been such a bad girl and I need you to teach me a lesson with your cock.”

I watched him as he stood over me, his dark eyes unreadable, but the intensity in them sent a shiver down my spine. The tension between us was electric, crackling in the air like a live wire. His fingers grazed my skin, feather-light, as he moved to the edge of the bed.

“Daddy… please ,” I whispered, but he didn’t respond.

Instead, he leaned down, his hands moving to the silk rope at my ankles. The ties were snug, but his fingers worked with practiced ease, loosening the knots with a slow, deliberate precision. The moment my legs were free, I stretched instinctively, but the relief was short-lived.

Before I could process what was happening, his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with a firm but gentle motion. A startled gasp escaped me, and my cheek pressed against the soft sheets as I felt his hands guide me up, positioning me up on my hands and knees.

“Daddy,” I tried again, my voice shaky, but his hand slid down my back, a soothing yet commanding gesture that made my words falter.

“Shh, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The silk ropes around my wrists remained tight, holding me firmly in place as I tried to steady my breathing. My heart was pounding, the heat in my cheeks spreading down my neck, pooling low in my belly.

The vulnerability of this position wasn’t lost on me. My hands bound, my ass high in the air, he could see everything.

I was completely at his mercy, whichever hole he decided to fuck.

“You look perfect like this,” he said softly, his hands skimming over my hips, his touch igniting a trail of fire in its wake. “Bound. Waiting. Ready. Soaking wet.”

I bit my lip, trying to keep the whimper rising in my throat from escaping. His words were a heady mix of praise and possession, and they left me feeling exposed in a way I couldn’t explain.

“You don’t need to think, sweet girl,” he continued, his voice like velvet. “All you need to do is take your punishment like a good girl. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the words trembling on my lips.

His hands tightened slightly on my hips, his thumbs brushing against my skin in a way that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

He leaned down, his breath warm on my ear. “Do you know why I tied you up like this?”

I shook my head. “No, Daddy,” I whispered.

“It’s so you remember,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a near growl, “that you’re mine. Every inch of you, every breath, every thought—you belong to me now.”

His words sent a shiver racing through me, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips. He moved behind me, his presence overwhelming as his hands traced a slow, deliberate path along my thighs again, teasing and tormenting me with the barest touch.

I closed my eyes, my fingers clenching into fists against the silk ropes. The heat of his hands, the weight of his voice—it was all too much, yet not enough.

“Please,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

“Please, what?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“Please… I need your cock,” I admitted, my face burning with embarrassment.

He hummed, a low, satisfied sound that made my knees weak despite the position I was in.

“That’s a start,” he said. “But I want you to say it properly.”

I hesitated, my cheeks flaming as his hands skimmed higher, his touch sending sparks racing through my body.

“Say it, baby girl,” he insisted, his voice softer now, but no less commanding.

“Please fuck me with your cock, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice trembling but sincere.

He stilled for a moment, then leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

“Good girl,” he said softly, his voice filled with quiet satisfaction. “Now let’s see how well you can take what I give you.”

The words sent a rush of heat through me, and I braced myself, knowing he wasn’t going to be gentle.

And deep down, I knew that I didn’t want him to be.

Because I needed this.

I needed to be punished. I needed to know what it was like.

“You thought you could do things your way,” he said, calm and measured, like he was delivering a lecture. “Thought you could make decisions without me. But that’s not how this works, baby girl. You don’t act without my permission.”

“I know,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His hand came down hard on my backside, the sound echoing in the room as a gasp escaped my lips. The sting was immediate, but it only seemed to heighten the ache inside me.

The next strike was harder, his hand coming down with enough force to make me gasp again, my body jerking against the restraints. The silk ropes held firm, keeping me in place as he continued, each smack firm and deliberate, driving home the lesson he wanted me to learn.

“You take your punishment so beautifully,” he said, his voice low and almost reverent. “Because deep down, you know you deserve it.”

I whimpered, my body trembling as the sting radiated through me, mingling with the growing heat that made my thighs clench.

“Tell me why you’re being punished,” he said, his hand stilling for a moment, giving me just enough time to catch my breath.

“Because I… I didn’t trust you,” I said softly, my voice shaking but honest.

“That’s right,” he said, his tone softening, though the intensity in his gaze didn’t waver. “And will you make that mistake again?”

“No, Daddy,” I whispered, the words spilling out without hesitation.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his hand caressing the stinging skin as if to soothe the burn.

And then I heard the sound of his clothes rustling behind me and his zipper coming down.

Not a second later, the fat head of his pierced cock was pressing against the entrance to my pussy, and I knew the real part of my punishment was about to begin.

He thrust into me hard, the sudden fullness stealing my breath. There was no preamble, no teasing, just a single, brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt inside me. I cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure flooding through me, making my head spin.

He didn’t start off gentle. He wasn’t kind or tender in any way.

He simply fucked me hard and deep, his cock and his piercing hitting places inside me I didn’t even know existed. He was relentless, taking me like an animal, his grip on my hips unrelenting as he used my body for his own pleasure.

It was raw and primal, the most intense fucking I had ever experienced.

His pace didn’t slow; if anything, it got faster, his cock slamming into me over and over, his breath coming in rough, ragged pants as he took what was his. He pounded into me, every thick inch of him filling me up completely and then some.

His piercing added another layer, another sensation, making me feel every tiny movement of his cock and he stroked into me over and over, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, each stroke making my body tremble.

He felt so good, his body dominating mine as he slammed into me again and again.

The pleasure and the pain mingled together, the sensation so intense it was almost overwhelming. I struggled to catch my breath, but it was useless, the air forced out of me with every thrust.

He was merciless.

My pussy ached, unable to get used to the sheer size of him as he mounted and rutted me like a wild beast.

His hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, squeezing firmly as he drove into me, his hips slapping against my freshly reddened ass.

He was a machine, brutal and savage and relentless. There was no mercy, no respite, just his cock claiming me, dominating me, owning me in every way.

“Now, baby girl, you’re going to come hard for me. For every orgasm, I’m going to remove a clamp. If you don’t come hard enough, I’m not going to count it,” he said softly, his command settling over me like a weighted blanket.

My eyes closed, the sensations more than a little overwhelming as his fingers dug into my hips, his grip almost bruising. I was lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, the pleasure and pain blurring together until all I could focus on was the feeling of his cock driving into me, of his piercing rubbing against a spot deep inside me, over and over, deeper and deeper until I couldn’t tell left from right or up from down.

The pressure was building inside me, my whole body trembling as the heat twisted inside my core, the tension coiling tighter. I moaned, my hands clenched into fists against the restraints as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock stretching me until I thought I would burst.

“That’s my girl. Come for me,” he demanded.

And I did.

My climax crashed over me, a white-hot inferno sweeping through me. My whole body shook, waves of pleasure rolling through me, consuming every inch of me.

I cried out, my voice hoarse and ragged, but he didn’t stop. His cock thrust into me again, his pace never faltering, his grip on my hips holding me in place.

Then he reached around me and undid the clamp on my left nipple.

It hurt, a sharp, sweet sting that made my breath catch in my throat. My eyes flew open, and I stared down at the swollen flesh, the sensation both painful and pleasurable.

Before I could recover, he was back, his hands gripping my hips as his cock filled me again. The newfound sensitivity made the sensation all the more intense, and I cried out, the sound echoing in the room and before I could stop it, another orgasm steamrolled into me with the power of a tidal wave.

I screamed as another clamp came undone, this time the one on the right nipple.

The pain was exquisite, the pleasure blinding.

My pussy clenched around him, the heat building within me as he took what was his, his breath ragged as he pumped into me over and over again.

He reached around my hip and gently tapped on the clamp still attached to my clit and my entire world imploded in a haze of white-hot bliss.

“One more, my sweet girl. That’s it. Come for me, my good girl,” he praised me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I wailed.

My body shuddered, the release crashing over me, wave after wave of pure ecstasy washing through me.

I moaned, the sound broken and raw, the sensation so intense it bordered on overwhelming.

The clamp came off, and the pain mixed with the pleasure, sending me spiraling over the edge. It was too much and just right all at the same time and I screamed once again, my clit throbbing and my orgasm pulsing through me in thunderous waves that kept crashing over me, again and again until my eyes rolled back in my head, and I lost control of my ability to hold myself up.

Still, my punishment didn’t end.

He continued pounding into me, his pierced cock slamming inside me over and over, the friction setting every nerve ending ablaze.

It was like he couldn’t get enough, his hunger for me insatiable, and the realization sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

I gasped, my eyes flying open as he buried himself to the hilt inside me, his cock filling me completely.

My vision blurred, the combination of his cock and his grip pushing me over the edge.

My body went limp, the pleasure overwhelming, and then I felt it, the hot rush of his cum filling me. I moaned, the sound broken and desperate, the feeling of his release sending me careening into another shattering climax.

I came undone. Completely.

He leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear as he growled, his words barely intelligible, but the meaning clear.

“You’re mine, baby girl.”

My eyes fluttered closed and then my world went dark.