by Renee Rose
Before I can dwell too much on that, another slice of pain lights both my ass cheeks on fire. With a yelp, I pull up on my feet, trying to get away from the stinging burn, but as I do so, I pull against the chains on my nipples, sending an equally agonizing burn through my chest and straight to my groin. Groaning, I lie against the wood, trying to catch my breath as Adrian smacks me again with that infernal rod.
This time, I grip the wood as best I can and try to keep my chest still. The fire still rages in my ass but it starts to morph into something else. The pain transforms into liquid heat that warms my insides. As much as I’m not loving the pain, I’m loving the feelings it’s causing. Everything starts drifting away… my living situation, the attack I faced last night. Nothing else matters besides Damiano and, if I’m feeling charitable, Adrian.
“Time to take these off,” Damiano murmurs as he releases one nipple, then the other. Pain lances through both of them at once, leaving me gasping in its wake. “Breathe, cara. Just breathe with me.” His steady cadence soothes me, and the pain becomes manageable.
He leans down and, his lips move over mine, gently at first, then suddenly ferocious. Like he can’t get enough. Groaning against the seam of his mouth, I slide my tongue out and lick him, delighting in the subtle taste of him mingled with the leftover Shirley Temple he downed. Mmmh. Spicy and sweet, what a delightful combination. Damiano wrests his lips away and takes a few steps back. On the outside, he looks calm and placid, however, his eyes are a storm of emotions. They flicker across his expression so fast that I can’t even pin anything down.
He stands there, staring at me for a brief moment before angling his head to the side and nodding. My mouth opens to speak, but all too soon, I realize what that gesture means. Twin lines of fire sear across the backs of my thighs. If I wasn’t chained to this wooden contraption, I might have fallen from the shock.
“Tell me,” he whispers, his voice deep and hoarse. It skitters over my spine. “Do you want this? Truly? Can you handle being at the mercy of a vampire?”
I lift my chin in defiance. There’s nothing he could do to scare me away. I’ve waited my whole life to be at his mercy, and nothing short of death would make me stop. “Bring it on, bitch.”
His lips lift slowly. Millimeter by millimeter, his fangs come into view. Gulping, I try moving backwards as he prowls his way closer. Not only am I stopped by the restraints around my wrists, but my back comes into contact with a hard body behind me. Adrian.
“If I were a religious person, I’d be praying to my deity of choice right about now.” Adrian’s growl in my ear makes me quiver.
For the first time in my life, I actually take a moment and think about the situations my words put me in. It’s not an entirely pleasant realization, but Damiano doesn’t seem to harbor any anger towards me. Instead, his eyes twinkle like he’s amused, though his lips are set into a hard, firm line.
“My my, such language my cara has. Perhaps I should find a way to discourage her tongue from running away with her.” He stops in front of me and pulls out a slender vial. The odd liquid looks thick and slightly yellow, but that could be an effect from the lights. He unscrews the cap, and inhales deeply. “Yes. I think this should do nicely.”
He dips his finger inside and pulls out a glistening digit. Before I can ask, he smears it along my lips before sliding his finger back inside. After he pulls it out, he reaches for my nipple and pinches hard, his fingers slippery from whatever he dipped them in. He does the same to the other nipple then steps back and crosses his arms, watching me intently.
I stand there, staring back at him. What’s he waiting for? A few more moments pass and then I feel it. A warm, tingly feeling spreads over my lips and nipples, subtle at first, but quickly growing into a dull fire. Squirming, I try to rub my chest against the wood, but Adrian pulls back on my rope harness, keeping me from getting any sort of relief.
Damiano, the jerk, just stands there, smirking at my discomfort. “Hmm. I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet, Adrian. Keep her occupied. I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Hey now, you don’t actually have to do anything you know, you could just—”
The air whooshes out of my lungs as Adrian strikes first the underside of my right cheek, then my left in quick succession. If I’m not mistaken, these are even harder strokes than all the other ones he’s done.
“You may not be mine, but a naughty mouth still needs to be punished. I’m just honored to be the one to do it. Open your mouth,” he says.
I glance over at him as he moves within my line of sight. “I don’t answer to you.”
“Until Damiano releases you from my part in this scene, you do. Now. Open up.”
I slowly ease my mouth open, very unsure of what he’s going to do to me. However, I don’t want to make things worse with Damiano when he gets back. Once my mouth gets to an acceptable level of open, Adrian slides the rod between my teeth.
“Hold this for me. And take care not to leave any bite marks in it.”
Nodding, I cup the wood into my mouth, holding it steady with my tongue so I don’t grip too hard with my teeth. I’ve just got it steady into my mouth when a hard wallop crashes against my shoulders. The sensation feels like the flogger from earlier, but the force is at least double. My stomach flips a few times. How much have they been holding back? A trickle of unease flows into me. Could they really harm me?
Another crash interrupts my thoughts, and the rod falls out of my mouth and clatters to the floor. Adrian’s tsking tickles my ear before he bends down and grabs it. With his free hand, he gestures to my mouth, and I open again.
“It seems we will have to start again. Don’t drop the cane.”
“Hold on one moment.” Damiano appears on my other side, and my pulse quickens. “She seems to have difficulty concentrating. I may be able to assist.” His cool fingers grasp my chin as he turns my face to fully look at him. “You remember your safeword, yes? Say it.”
“Sunlight.”
He gives a firm nod before disappearing back behind me. I strain to hear something. Something to give me a clue what’s about to happen. What more could he do to me? Adrian shifts and stands in front of me, flogger draped over his shoulder. At least I know what’s about to happen won’t be at his hands. He’s a nice guy and all, but he doesn’t make my stomach plummet, or butterflies take up residence in my chest.
Thick, firm fingers cup my bottom, squeezing tight. Damiano’s grip reignites the fire from the cane strokes, as well as the longing in my core. After holding on for a few moments, his hand leaves me and once again I’m shifting back, trying to connect back into his touch. He gives me a playful swat and pushes me back against the wood. By now, I’ve already forgotten the tingling from the liquid; however, as my chest scrapes against the leather padding on the cross, that heat flares back up—not as hot, but a soft, steady burn that makes me writhe with need.
Damiano’s breath whispers against my low spine as he peppers me with light, feathery kisses. Moaning, I move back again, and he swats me hard before pushing me back against the wood. It’s another waiting game. I feel him behind me, but he just kneels there, his cool breaths fanning my heated skin. What is he waiting for? I contemplate moving, but there’s nowhere I can go. If I move back, his face is in my ass. I can’t move forward because the wood is an immovable force. Besides, moving forward also puts me closer to Adrian. His smile makes me hesitant, and so I’m stuck.
Luckily, Damiano doesn’t leave me waiting for too much longer. His long fingers skim my ass again before he slides a finger down the crack, pausing as he reaches my back entrance. My breath stills in my throat. Is he going to go there? Instinctively, I clench as he slips between my cheeks. No one has ever been there before, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for him to go there.
Stilling my body, I force myself to take a deep breath. I have a safeword. If I truly can’t handle what he’s about to do, I can say it and escape. But even now, a small part of me doesn
’t want to safeword. I want to see just how far he can take me. It’s scary, yes, but also the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want it to end just because I’m scared. Out of everything that’s happened tonight, there was nothing I couldn’t handle. I’m sure if I just breathe, I can handle this as well.
“That’s it, cara, just breathe. You’re doing so good for me.” His fingers withdraw, only to return slippery. His digits dance across the entrance for a moment, drawing out a long, loud groan from me.
Adrian steps forward, slides his hand up my scalp, and palms the back of my head. With a reassuring smile, he draws my head to rest against his chest.
“Just breathe with me, sweetie, it will be over soon.” Adrian’s voice is soft and reassuring, but my heart still beats a mile a minute.
Matching my breathing with Adrian’s, I try to ignore Damiano’s fingers as they softly skim up and down. The ache inside me grows, and I’m almost crazy with lust. I don’t even resist when he slides a finger deep inside me. His slow, rhythmic movements drive me wild. I never imagined being touched in that area would feel so good.
He pulls out, and a whimper slips past my lips, bringing a laugh out of Adrian. Damiano’s finger is soon replaced with two. The slight burn makes me wince, but I bear it, keeping my breathing slow and steady. He scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me, opening me up to him. Again, he slips out, and I keenly miss being filled by him.
Something must have passed between the two of them because Adrian tightens his hold against my head. Something blunt and cold nudges my opening and starts easing forward. It’s definitely bigger than Damiano’s fingers. I try to stay relaxed, but the stretch is almost unbearable.
“Breathe with me. You’ve got it. I know you do.”
Adrian’s words shore me up, and I relax my whole body. The object slips in a little further, but it’s still too big. It’s impossibly large. I swear it’s going to split me in two.
“Stop squirming, cara,” Damiano bites out. “It’s almost in.”
My fingers grip the wood. Almost there. I can handle this. With a pop that I feel rather than hear, the object pushes all the way through my tight ring and settles deep into my body. The air leaves my body in a whoosh. I feel so full, yet so empty at the same time. Adrian lets go of my head and backs up a few steps, but Damiano remains behind me.
“How do you feel?” He taps the object, sending vibrations deep inside me.
“I think I’m okay. How am I supposed to feel?”
Adrian’s lips twitch. Am I missing something? And then I feel it. It’s just like my lips and nipples, only this time, it’s even worse. It’s burning even hotter.
“Ahh. There it is. Adrian, I think it’s time we give this little human some relief. What do you think?”
Adrian gives a nonchalant shrug, but his pupils are blown wide open. With a sleek play of muscles, he moves over to me and kneels to undo the restraints on my left ankle while Damiano releases my right. Damiano then skims his hand up my thigh to cup my mound. Yes. Finally. I grind against his palm, and it takes the edge off, but it’s not enough. He’s keeping his hand soft enough that I have to keep chasing the relief, only to have him loosen back up when I finally find a spot.
“Do you think you’re going to get off that easy, cara? You’ve been a bit naughty tonight, and I plan to make you beg before you’re allowed to come.”
His hand slips away before he rises to unbuckle my right wrist. Like his mirror, Adrian undoes the left.
Damiano gathers me into his arms, letting me feel the hard ridge of his cock nestled in between my ass, easing the rope further in to press against the metal in my ass. I wiggle my hips, and he rewards me with a nip to my neck.
Damiano eases me around and presses my back against the wood. As he holds me in place, Adrian scurries around and locks my limbs back up. I give the restraints a feeble tug, more as a show of defiance as opposed to actually trying to break free. Once more, Damiano kneels in front of me, his lips less than an inch from my skin. I hold my breath, hoping, wishing, begging, that he’ll lick me, bite me, something!
Instead, he holds my thighs against the wood and simply breathes on me. The cool air whispers over my exposed bits and it’s a different form of torture. The ropes stretch taut, rubbing and abrading, but not quite stimulating me enough. A low whine keens in the back of my throat. I want to close the gap between me and his mouth, but his hands are implacable. To make matters worse, Adrian slides up behind him, his lips twisted into a wicked slash.
In his hands, he holds another skinny rod, but this one has a flat head at the end. Without warning, Adrian strikes my nipple with the flap at the same time as Damiano surges forward to take me into his mouth. He pushes the rope and knot aside, and all the other rope points pressing into me dig in even more. Everything in me clenches, making the fire in my ass burn even hotter. Panting, I try to release, try to relax, but Damiano’s assault on my pussy leaves me tighter than when we started. His tongue slides up my center, making my toes curl and my ass clench. Groaning, I throw my head back, trying to make sense of the sensations flowing through me. The ropes tug and pull over my body, especially the set on top of the metal.
Each movement and twist of Damiano’s fingers pulls those ropes tighter and tighter against my back, forcing the metal even deeper inside. He continues to feast on me as Adrian peppers every available inch of my breast with that infernal toy. Each strike is like a lick of flame curling up on my skin and settling low in my body. Every nerve ending is on edge. I’m so close to the tipping point, but not quite there.
Damiano releases the ropes at my front, giving me a little slack behind. I’m panting, trying to fill my lungs as best I can before the two decide to torture me some more. Pulling back, Damiano pauses for a moment before sliding slick fingers under the rope and across my clit. I jerk back, suspicious of anything he puts on me, and I soon find my suspicions to be warranted. Within minutes both sides are burning. The rope knot grinds against my clit, adding to the friction. I squirm and writhe, pulling on the restraints, trying to get away from the sensations flowing through me.
Adrian grasps the ropes along my breastbone and pulls me back down, anchoring me in place. The burn isn’t unbearable—quite the opposite. I find myself becoming increasingly horny. I rock my pelvis against the ropes, trying to find my much-needed release. With a grunt, Damiano slaps my lower lips, halting my movements. The sting only amps me up even higher. Animalistic noises pour from my throat as I chase his hand with my clit. I’m so close. So very close. Surely he knows that.
He leans in, grazing the shell of my ear with his nose. “Beg, cara. Let me hear those filthy words spill from your delectable mouth.”
I stare at him for a moment, my mouth open. He really wants me to beg? His nimble fingers pluck at the rope connected to the knot on my clit, sending shards of painful pleasure deep inside me. “Please. Oh please,” I whine, trying desperately to find my own release. But my tormentors hold on, not letting me have more, not giving me what I need, not nearly enough.
“Oh, I think you can do better than that,” he croons softly. “Tell me, cara, what do you want me to do to you right now?”
My mind races. What don’t I want him to do to me? “I want you to finger fuck me into next week.”
He slides a finger down my cheek, and I capture it in my mouth before sucking hard. His nostrils flare, and I’m elated knowing he’s not as unaffected as he tries to make out. Remnants of the mystery liquid coat my tongue, setting it alight with darts of warmth, but I don’t care. At this point, the only fire I care about is in my clit.
Damiano’s thick fingers ease their way into my sheath, and we both groan in unison. “Arian, crop her, won’t you, I have my hands full. That naughty mouth needs to be punished, but I’ll still oblige her wish.”
“Yes,” I moan, letting my head fall back again. The stinging blows of the crop meld into the pleasure I feel at Damiano’s hands. His fingers slide bac
k and forth, pistoning in and out between the ropes. Each movement jerks the knot at my clit. With wild abandon, I thrust my hips up to meet his fingers, trying to chase that high I know is coming. In my haze, I’m vaguely aware that Adrian isn’t striking me anymore, and instead, he’s huddled over Damiano.
A glint of silver flashes in the lights and the ropes around my hips fall slack. Shoving the cut ropes to the side, Damiano brings his mouth down against my clit and sucks hard. I’m overwhelmed with the sensations flowing through me. Just a few more hard thrusts, and my orgasm crashes over me. I cry out with pleasure and keep riding Damiano’s fingers until the last of my climax ebbs away. He slows his thrusts but still gently strokes me a few more times before easing his fingers out of me.
I slump against my bonds, completely boneless, but satisfied for the first time in my life. Swift hands remove the cuffs from my wrists and ankles, and I collapse into Damiano’s waiting arms. It just feels right as he gathers me close to him.
“You were magnificent,” he says.
“You weren’t so bad yourself.”
I burrow deeper against him, scrunching my eyes shut. My heart thumps painfully in my chest. My night is almost over, and I don’t want it to be. I clutch at him, holding him tight. Maybe if I don’t let go, he’ll let me stay? All too soon, he sets me down on my feet in front of Adrian. He’s managed to locate a simple dress to put me in before smiling at me and kissing my hand.
“It was an immense pleasure. Take her home, Damiano, I’ll clean up here.”
With a nod, Damiano scoops me back up and heads over to the bar to get the collar before taking me out of the club.
Cold air whips at my body, setting shivers running through me. With indiscernible murmurs, he wraps me tighter in his arms as we make our way to the car. He deposits me into the passenger seat, and kisses my head before closing the door.
