“I don’t want you to do anything,” he had said. No, because I had one task and it wasn’t something I had to work at or do anything for. That was to suffer. I let the pain swallow me, giving up any hope because he had seen my reaction and it had pleased him and now he would use it against me.
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I didn’t even react when I heard the cane tap beside me after the door opened again. I just waited for it to coat my whip marks or stripe the insides of my thighs under my stitched pussy. But the cane didn’t fall. There was just more small laughter and the blindfold was removed instead. I blinked, taking in the dungeon that I had only seen in videos and my first real sight of it was with the eyes of hopelessness he had given me. “Welcome home,” he had said. I wondered where he would take me next when he tired of this. The rack, perhaps, where he could make me stand and hold the bars with weights hanging from my tits? The throne of a chair where he’d drive me insane with edging? Maybe he would take orgasms away entirely and I would be left only to whatever bliss I had found in his torture. Or maybe he would tie me to the padded bed and make me serve him sexually, with his cruel electro toys that he sometimes used, upping their intensity while making me blow him. When I wasn’t quick enough in pleasuring him, I suffered so much wild pain.
Finally, when I considered all of this, my gaze fell on him where he stood to the side of me, his face smiling in intense satisfaction. My screams had obviously been his delight and whatever look he saw in my eyes gave him incredible pleasure. Somehow, in this state, he was more beautiful than I’d ever seen him. My sadist god. I didn’t know what had started the thought of him like that but he was almost too much for me to look on in the moment. My gaze lowered, but he lifted the cane he held and tapped it against my cheek. “No. Look at me. I want to see your eyes some more.” When I obeyed, he purred and abruptly licked the side of my cheek obscenely, turning his face to whisper. “Such delicious fucking tears. My God, that look. Smile for the camera.”
He stood back and I couldn’t smile around the cock gag even if I wanted to. But he did indeed have his phone and he took the pictures. He went to my pussy as well, stitched as it was, and I spasmed at the thought of it again, which made him laugh. I felt his fingertips stroke me and he paused while he was trying to get a certain picture image. When he had it to his liking it was obvious. “Would you like to see how much of a filthy little fucktoy you are, how goddamn foul you are?”
He lifted his phone to show me the picture, watching my reaction.
My eyes went wide and I moaned around the cock gag. Fucking hell. Holy God fucking hell. He laughed at the look of horror I must have had that instantly became the hottest arousal I had ever known. Because he had gotten a picture of his fingertips, held slightly away from my pussy, with cum stranded all over them and dripping from me. The black stitches were covered in my cream.
I snorted and tossed my head and Flatline’s eyes went fucking satanic with his heat. “There it fucking is,” he growled.
He cut through the rope above me that held my anal hook through my gloves and collar and pulled it out of me. I snorted in shock and a lot of fear, dancing on my toes because I didn’t know what this switch of his mood meant.
I learned when he disappeared behind me for a moment and then came back and I realized he had been lubricating himself. He thrust into my asshole, as brutal as brutal could be, and I screamed around my gag, in both misery and ecstasy. He snarled behind me and thrust again, his sounds so fucking feral it made me feel even hornier. And he didn’t stop there.
He grabbed the rope that held the board and cut it as well, pulling the rope tails to hear me squeal. He fucked me like he hated me, with more intensity than ever, and his cock was so damn hard with the pure lust ride he got from torturing me so hard. Without the ropes holding me, my body threatened to collapse but Flatline wasn’t having that shit. He held me by the gloves that still bound my hands behind me, jerking them like reins and pulling me back to fuck me even harder.
I squealed behind my gag and thrashed with desperation, my whole body alive and so hot that it was a transforming moment to tie my trust to him all the tighter. The memory of those strange mental orgasms screamed through my head and there was so much pain still and he had me bent forward with the spreader bar holding me wide, my body nothing but nerve endings that he commanded.
I threw back my head with the force of the orgasm that ripped through me, shrieks of shock and bliss and humiliation and all the best things. This was the most intense he had ever taken me and he punished me on his cock as violently as he ever had, turning me inside out.
And then my world went black while he was still using my only free hole like his toy and I floated in heaven.
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I moaned, turned over, and then moaned again. All of me felt so sore, so used, so… replete. I grinned into the big fluffy comforter that was my favorite, nuzzling it, and grinned wider when a whip mark on my back throbbed. A hand stroked my hair and my eyes snapped open.
He was staring at me with a smile that made me feel whole and treasured. Deep satisfaction filled me at that smile, a terrifying kind of it. And I remembered nights of restlessness, when I’d been panicked, where he tied me in his bondage and settled me. And I knew now that it wasn’t because of the bondage and never had been, but it had always been because of him.
“How dare you,” I said softly while he laid beside me and watched.
He lifted an eyebrow, lips rising, and stroked his fingers down my cheek. “How dare I what, mouthy little slave?”
I stretched and moaned and flinched at the pain. The wounds of his nails and stitches brushed lightly against the blanket and it felt like sandpaper, no matter how soft it was. “How dare you let me wake up all free and not in hopeless hell anymore.”
Ivory laughed and it was musical to my ears because I was in love with him. I was so in love with this dark god of pain that it hurt my chest. “That is truly terrible of me, isn’t it?”
I giggled and nodded. “Without any bondage at all and everything. I’m filing a management complaint.”
“I’ll have to send it to the owner.” He winked and I wanted to curl closer to him but didn’t dare move from where he’d put me.
So instead, I said those words. Those little words that were so damn terrifying. “I love you.”
“Too,” he said softly.
“Huh?” I tilted my head, as if he said my name.
He smiled. “Your phrase now is ‘I love you, too’.” I tilted my head curiously and he rolled over, getting his phone. He opened a picture up and showed it to me.
On my tits, in marker and before he’d nailed me to the board, were the words “I love you”.
I launched myself to his arms, fear or no fear, and he growled with delight at my response, turning onto his back so I was straddling him. I was wet, so wet and ready for him still, that he filled me easily now. And I got to do something else for the first time. When he filled me so full and the world turned to bliss, I cried out his name. “Ivory!”