by Grant, Livia
“And what do you think is right for you?”
“This.” She laid her hand on her chest, above her breasts, and then slid it down, skirting the word she wanted erased to brush over the word ‘WET’ and then stopped again where he’d written ‘DIRTY GIRL.’ “And this.”
“And?” he pressed, unable to think of anything else as she braced her hands on the pony in front of her, likely seeking relief as she groaned. He was about to offer to help her off for the conversation when she let out a frustrated little cry and leaned up again, her hands moving to either side of her head, fingers tangled in her hair.
“And all of this! YOU!” she practically shouted, spreading her arms a bit before dropping them to her sides. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Tori buried her face in her hands, groaning. “So stupid, so fucking stupid.”
Me? No way. Not possible.
Grabbing her wrists, Pierce yanked them away from her face, putting enough pressure into his grip to ensure he had her undivided attention. “First of all, slut, I am the only one that gets to call you names. Second, you don’t get to decide what is or isn’t on your skin. Who do you belong to right now?”
“You, sir,” she answered softly, and he dropped one of her wrists so he could capture her chin in a firm grip.
“If you really believe that, then you already know what’s going to happen for being disrespectful.” The sadness that had been lurking behind her eyes flickered, shifting slowly into something else. Something more animated, more excited. Giving her chin a small shake, he leaned closer so that she had to maintain eye contact. “Tell me what it is, whore.”
“Punishment.”
“Exactly.” He had to fight the urge to grin at her, because she looked fucking thrilled by the idea of being punished. Of course, that had the added effect of summoning his hard-on, because she didn’t even know what it could be — and she wanted it. “Part one, you’ll wear ‘BABY’ on your skin until Roulette is over, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, nodding her head slightly in his grip even though he could tell she hated the idea.
Well, that’s what makes it a punishment, my little fuckdoll.
“Part two”—this time he couldn’t suppress the grin—“you don’t get off the pony until you get yourself off like the little slut you are.” He could tell she didn’t quite understand the stakes, but she’d figure it out soon enough. “You’re going to get our wooden friend here nice and wet, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” When she acknowledged the rules, he let go of her. Digging in his bag, past the clothes, he found the thick leather collar and an extra length of rope.
“I was going to have both of your hands behind your back so you couldn’t lift yourself off the pony that way, but I think one is enough. Your other hand is going to be way too busy to help you anyway.” Slipping the collar around her neck sent an electric pulse of need straight to his balls because Tori looked him right in the eyes while he did it. Eye contact had always been a turn on for him. He wanted to see the truth in his sub’s gaze, to know how she really felt, and in that moment, he knew he’d been right earlier in the night.
It was trust. Real fucking trust.
Pulling his gaze away before he lost his focus again, he threaded the rope through a D-ring on the back of the collar, and then tied it off to the empty side of the wrist cuffs, keeping her arm firmly secured behind her.
With a deep breath, Pierce went and picked up the violet wand. He’d already tested it, on his own skin, because he needed to know what it was like. Tyler had told him to take his shirt off so he’d feel it like she would, and then the DM had taken some sick fucking pleasure in showing him the various settings.
Only one of them had left a red mark that lingered, and he’d stopped the man before he cranked it all the way up. He had no plans to use it on Tori like that, and no interest in letting Tyler get his rocks off using the devious little torture device on him.
Flicking it on, he liked the powerful hum of it, and even more he liked the way her eyes went wide at the sight of it. “Go on, slut. Show me how you’re going to touch yourself for me, and if your feet move past that tape you get an extra zap.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, reaching down to seek her clit, but then the realization settled over her and he let his grin spread. Tori had to angle herself backward to really reach her pleasure button, which made her slightly off balance, with no way to balance except rocking forward or using her stomach muscles. Even more challenging, the tape at her feet kept them far enough apart to limit how high she could lift herself from the wood, and he knew her current solution of lifting onto her toes would only last as long as her calf muscles held out.
And, best of all, she’d spun the violet wand, and he knew exactly how distracting the pops of electricity were.
“Having trouble, fuckdoll?” he taunted, watching as she tried to get a rhythm going over her clit, only to have to adjust her position somehow. The flash of raw defiance when she looked up at him had the asshole side of him grinning. “Trust me… you want to answer me right now.”
Waving the violet wand back and forth had a much more respectful expression on her face in an instant, but her determination didn’t waver. “I’m fine, sir.”
“Great. Then we’ll get started before Tyler comes by to ask why I haven’t zapped your sweet ass yet.” Starting a slow walk around her, he brought the glass of the violet wand close to his pant leg, and the subsequent pop made her jump, but it barely stung at all through his clothes. “I didn’t even touch you with that one, dirty girl. Tell me, is your cunt wet for me yet?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, a slight whine to her voice as she concentrated on her clit. She’d found a position that worked for now, and he let her enjoy it for a moment, watching as her breathing started to pick up — and then he brought the wand to her ass. “Fuck!”
The little arc of electricity was pretty, but her reaction was much better. She’d lost her balance, whining as the pressure between her thighs drove the wooden pony into her most sensitive places.
She makes the best noises.
Except he wasn’t the only one who noticed. They were attracting an audience again.
Pierce continued walking around, smirking at her as she found her position again, but he could already see her calves trembling. It wouldn’t last. “Good girl,” he encouraged her. “I want that pussy nice and wet, and if it’s sore from the pony too… that’s just more fun for me.”
“Sir…” she whimpered, and he zapped her thigh. It was still on a low setting, but it was more than enough to make her drop again. A muttered curse escaped under her breath, followed by a desperate little whine when he shocked her other leg. “Sir, please!”
“What do you want, slut?” Tilting the wand back and forth through the air, he pretended innocence. “I told you exactly what you need to do to get off the pony and end our fun with the wand.”
“This is impossible,” she snapped, twisting on the wood while she struggled to find something that worked. As he watched her, he agreed it might be impossible, but it was way too soon to judge that, so he used the wand on her hip. “Shit!”
“You have such a dirty mouth, whore.” Pierce grinned when she shot him a look that was full of feisty desperation. “Too bad I can’t get my cock back in your throat with you up there. That might help you watch your tongue.”
Tori just groaned, but her tongue snuck past her lips, wetting them in an unconscious tease that he felt like a stroke down his shaft.
Moving closer to her, he put his lips right against her ear. “You like that idea, don’t you, my filthy little fuckdoll? You liked me using you, fucking your throat until I came and made you swallow every drop.”
“God, yes,” she moaned, and he glanced down to see she’d found her rhythm again.
“You liked it… but it hurt a little.” Using his free hand, he cupped her breast, rolling his thumb over her nipple until it peaked. Then he pinched it between his f
ingers, and she rewarded him with a sweet little whine. “Just like this. It’s pleasure and pain, right?”
“Like when you made me come again and again,” she added, a breathy edge to her voice that told him she was much too close. So, he trailed the wand down her side, letting it scatter little shocks until she flailed, a frustrated scream captured behind her teeth. “Sir!”
“Stop fighting it,” he urged, leaning in close again to keep his voice hushed as the audience invaded his space. “Think of the rush after the pain, the endorphins, the pending euphoria. Ride the pain so you get to the pleasure and use that to come.”
“I can’t,” she whined, and he chuckled, brushing her hair aside to nip her ear.
“Then we’re going to be here all night, little whore, and you know what that means?”
“No, sir.” Tori tried to turn to look at him, but he caught her jaw, holding her there so he could speak directly into her ear.
“Then I can’t fuck you like the dirty, filthy fuckdoll you are.”
* * *
Tori
Oh God.
His words haunted her as she tried to come, desperate to drop over the edge into oblivion, to escape this hell he’d created for her — but just as she got close, the zap of the damn wand would send that crushing promise of pleasure somewhere else. Hidden. Lost until she managed to get back on the path, trying to focus only on the trembling thrums from her clit. Not the ache between her thighs from the pony, or the way her muscles were shaking, or the people watching her, and definitely not the pending pop of the goddamn violet wand.
She had to come, she needed it more than air, more than anything, because she wasn’t sure how much time was left, but it was counting down and she knew the consequences if she failed.
Then I can’t fuck you like the dirty, filthy fuckdoll you are.
Pleading with every deity she could think of Tori begged, prayed that tonight wouldn’t end before she got to feel Pierce against her, inside her. It would be too cruel. Even worse than the fact that he hadn’t said a single word about her confession that he was right for her.
“Giving up so soon, little whore?” he mocked, and she knew he was enjoying her struggle, but it felt like it had gone on forever.
“No, sir.” Ignoring the torture of the wood between her thighs, she found the path to freedom again. Pleasure teased her, nowhere near the overwhelming bliss she needed, but she narrowed her awareness until the strokes of her fingers became everything. She remembered how it had felt when he had her in his lap, the way he’d held her firmly as he’d brought her to orgasm again and again. Her breath caught, heart pounding — zap!
The initial shock short-circuited her again, but Pierce didn’t pull it away this time. He left the glass tube hovering over her thigh, gliding it down slowly as it crackled and snapped. Vibrant arcs flashing with each new sting of pain, and she whined as tears burned her eyes.
“Please, sir,” she begged. “Please, please, I can’t. I promise I’m trying. I’m trying so hard!” The tears spilled and the violet wand lifted away as he moved behind her. She expected him to tease her again, or bring the evil electrified glass to her ass, but then she felt his skin against her bound arm, her back, and his arm slid around her waist to pull her tight against him.
“Lean into me,” he whispered, and she obeyed, feeling the instant relief as her weight no longer rested on the wood. Every inch of tender flesh between her thighs, from clit to ass, throbbed with a dull ache.
Sniffling, she could only focus on stopping the frustrated tears, her fingers unmoving between her thighs, but he didn’t say anything about it.
“I’m going to run the wand along your other thigh, and I want you to take a deep breath first, and then hold it while it passes. Just like you did when I bit you.” He kissed the place on her shoulder before he brought the wand into view. “Ready?”
“Not really,” she snarked and she could feel his chest shift as he chuckled silently.
“Want to try that again, slut?” Pierce nipped her shoulder and she sighed.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
“Deep breath,” he warned, and she took it in and held. This time she was ready, watching as the first arc of electricity snapped against her skin, feeling the stinging burn of it, but each subsequent pop was easier to take. She knew what it felt like, and she tried to do what he’d suggested.
Ride the pain so you get to the pleasure.
As soon as he lifted the wand, she let out her breath in a rush and that first inhale made her dizzy as the lingering sting hummed along her thigh. Not quite euphoric, but it definitely wasn’t as bad as before.
“Touch yourself for me. Get your cunt nice and wet so you’re ready.” His words buzzed along her skin, more effective than any supposed endorphins, and she leaned into him as she obeyed. Circling her clit exactly how she did at home, but he was the only one she was thinking about.
“Will you talk to me, sir? Please?” she begged, not even trying to pretend she wasn’t, and she heard him groan low against her ear as he pulled her tighter to him, his hard cock pressed against her back.
“What do you want me to say, my little fuckdoll?” His voice was a sinful purr, a rumble that pushed her higher. “Do you want me to tell you about how much I want to taste your sweet cunt? That I want to make you come over and over on my tongue until you soak my bed?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, circling her clit faster as pleasure spiraled, building slowly. Wait, did he say ‘his’ bed?
“Such a dirty girl.” Pierce bit down on her shoulder, not as hard as before, but she groaned as the ache grew slowly, twining with the buzz of her touching herself for him. When he let go, the rush made her head swim for a moment, and oblivion was close. “What if I told you that I’ve been thinking about fucking you, but I can’t decide if I want to bend you over that massage table over there or if I want to pin you to the floor so I can watch you come around my cock?”
“Please!” She was so close, so fucking close, and she didn’t care where he fucked her, or how, she just needed it. She needed him. Now.
“I’m going to use you exactly how I want to, slut. I’m going to make you take every inch like the good little fuckdoll you are… and I’m tired of waiting.” He released her, and she caught herself on the pony, shifting forward to regain her balance as his heat disappeared from her back.
“Sir?” she asked, twisting her head to try and find him, but his hands caught her by the hips first, yanking her backward, the wood sliding through her folds until she slid off the end. A sharp spank to her ass made her yelp, but she heard his quiet tsk tsk just before he bent her forward on the pony.
“You didn’t make yourself come, slut, so it looks like I’m going to have to help you out.” Palming her ass, he squeezed her flesh in a hard grip, pulling her cheeks apart with a low groan. “But you did make yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, her words dissolving into a moan as he slid two fingers deep inside, followed quickly by three, and she arched, pushing up from the pony as pleasure spread.
“Down,” he growled, pressing her back to the wood with a firm hand. “I told you that you weren’t getting off this pony until you got off, my little whore, and I meant it.”
“Oh God.”
“Sir works fine, slut, but I’m glad you think so highly of me.” There was a dark chuckle in his voice as he pumped his fingers inside her until she was squirming, panting, desperate to come. The ache of the pony digging into her ribs and chest didn’t matter, the buzz of voices around them was unimportant — nothing else mattered but his touch.
“Please,” she begged, whimpering as his other hand found her clit.
“You still sensitive, my little fuckdoll? Is this cunt nice and sore from the pony?”
“Yes, sir!” she cried out, so close to the edge when his fingers suddenly abandoned her, a whine pushing past clenched teeth… and then she felt him. His slick cock pressing against her ent
rance as his hand wrapped around her hip.
“Beg,” he demanded, his voice a low growl of need behind her that echoed her own desperate sounds.
“Please fuck me! Use me. I need you, sir. I’m yours to—” Her words cut off with a gasp as he thrust deep in one sinful drive, stretching her, a sweet ache buzzing along with the hum inside her. Pierce wasn’t waiting for her to adjust though, he pulled back and slammed deep again, and again, and again until she couldn’t think straight. Babbling pleas and moans as she held onto the wood, feeling the rising heat as he fucked her mercilessly, driving her to new heights.
“Christ,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips. “Just like that, slut. Fucking take it. Take every inch and come for me.”
She’d edged for too long, the devious pony and the fucking wand keeping her from oblivion, building her higher and higher until the precipitous drop into bliss was almost too intense. Everything went tight, heat rushing over her skin like a wildfire in her veins, and then the tension snapped. Pure delirium flooded her, and she was pretty sure she screamed out his name in the searing crash as pleasure finally won.
“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock like a good little fuckdoll. Yesss, squeeze me just like that.” Pierce groaned, his fingers likely leaving bruises as he yanked her ass back to meet his next punishing thrust. He was still fucking her, even harder than before, his hips slapping against her skin, and it was overwhelming. Before she’d even caught her breath, before all of those trembling muscles could calm, she could feel another vibrant pulse rising from the place where his cock filled her so perfectly.
“Sir!” she cried, biting down on a moan as the ecstasy blinded her, threatening to send her over into breathless bliss once more. But she would do it. She’d do anything for him. Take anything for him. Bent over the pony, one arm trapped behind her back as he used her, she felt completely and utterly owned — and nothing had ever felt so right.
