Intrigue Me

by Lacee Hightower

  Minutes ticked by with nothing but silence and a thick, deafening quietude. My hands trembled as the dead air made my blood run cold. I couldn’t shake this sense of growing unease. It was petrifying. Maddening.

  It was slick, red-hot temptation.

  And then, he was behind me, shoving at the thin tank top, ripping my bra off, and grabbing hard at my breasts. Wild tremors slid along my nerves at the deafening sound of my beaded top plummeting around my ankles. Everything seemed more distinct in the dark. It felt colder than usual. The continuous humming of the air conditioning was thundering. My heart felt like a galloping horse racing behind my chest, my nipples aching so badly from his wicked grasp that they felt like they may never be normal again.

  “Tell me now if you want me to stop,” he uttered roughly. “Or I won’t.” His breath was hot against my ear as he slid a hand down my back and over the curve of my ass, and I was somehow confident that he wouldn’t go any further than he thought I could handle. Then, he lowered my leggings with the same brutal strength as he’d done my shirt and bra.

  Every muscle of my body tightened.

  “No,” I whispered with a quick shake of my head. “Don’t stop.”

  His finger stroked my quivering lip, shooting tremors all the way through my toes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, then inhaled a deep breath. “You belong to me. Only me. Is that understood?”

  Blood rushed to my clit. He was the only man I wanted. I couldn’t even imagine anyone else touching me.

  “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

  “Good girl,” he added in a soft tone, then grabbed my butt cheek so viciously that I could practically feel a bruise erupting. “But next time when I tell you to remove your clothes, I swear to fuck, you better do as I say.”

  White heat plummeted through my body as a large heavy palm struck my ass with a vengeance so powerful that I nearly stumbled to the ground. Ouch. God. Sweet mother of fuck.

  My heart pounded as he took my hand and led us across the room, my butt on fire, the pain blistering but also strangely gratifying. He circled an arm around my neck and backed me into a wall with an unyielding, forceful thud, immobilizing me by his heavy chest. He rubbed his rock-hard shaft against me and in less than the split of a second, took my arms and held them high with one hand, while the other dipped between my legs, teasing my labia and the very edge of my ass. Words were falling from my lips that made no sense as I jerked and clenched while his finger ran over and through me, sending goosebumps jittering over my skin. He stopped, leaving his finger at the entry of my most private spot, and I gulped back a swallow, tensing. It suddenly felt like there was a brick wall against me. I couldn’t move an inch as his finger began rimming the one place on my body that had never been entirely breached, while his free hand dropped my arms from over my head and grabbed my throat, not tight, but just enough to make breathing a challenge.

  “Will you scream when I force my heavy cock through this tight ring of muscle?” The tip of his finger teased at the puckered entry. “Or will you relax and let me in?”

  A wild shiver of arousal whisked through me as his body tightened against mine. He felt so strong and huge. So intimidating and threatening, while I felt powerless and small. Euphoria swirled inside me. Everything he was doing was erotic, and to me, delicious and exactly what I wanted, and needed.

  “Breathe, Ava. Relax,” he uttered in a tone of silky, seductive lust as his teasing finger slid lower and rubbed at the slick flesh surrounding my clit.

  “I’ve never completely done that before. I—I…”

  After a long pause, he bent over, kissing me, while the length of his pulsing erection and thoughts of anal lifted a bottled sob from deep in my chest. He began walking me backwards with his palm against my windpipe, then pushed me into that chair I’d noticed before in the corner, dropping the frightening clasp on my neck, and reaching in between my bare thighs, spreading them wide.

  “Keep them there. And your hands stay here.” He took my palms and directed them straight down, angling them back as far as they would comfortably go. “Unless,” he uttered, “you’d prefer to be bound.”

  Butterflies raced in my belly, the commanding undertone to his voice sending an icy shiver through me. Thoughts of being tied to this chair after what he’d just done chilled me to the very bone.

  And made my sex drip with need.

  It felt like I was being scolded, his hard tone coming across as spine-chilling, yet calming at the same time. He was so provocative. So damn sexual. So clearly good at what he was doing, what he was saying. His finger tracked up my leg, stopping mid-thigh.

  “I’m not that same schoolboy from Farmersville High School, Ava. I promise to hurt you. Guarantee you more tears. But rest assured, I’ll give you the best damn orgasms of your life.” His finger was suddenly between my sex, plunging deep inside and brushing the tiny velvety spot that made me want to scream out in pleasure. Even with my eyes blanketed by the dark blindfold, I could sense his hard stare and feel his strong lust for me.

  Oh damn. Sweet baby Jesus.

  “You like being in the dark, don’t you, doll?” His fingers probed and pushed as my muscles tightened around him. I hadn’t been touched this way in years … maybe forever, and I was so insanely turned on by his dark sexual words and harsh behavior, that I couldn’t even comprehend how to answer him. Everything clenched as my body reacted with both fear and lust so strong that it made my head spin and my body reel with longing. My hands flew up into my lap, my fists balling as he caressed that one spot with a wonderfully gentle, spot-on precision. That’s when the first blistering sting of his hand on my sex sent an excruciating pain through me, worse than anything I’d ever experienced.

  “My God! Jesus freaking Christ!” My whole body lifted, the breath lodging in my throat like the air had left the room. Had I died and gone to hell? Had I been doused in liquid hot fire? The agony in the sensitive flesh between my legs certainly felt that way.

  Holy freaking shitballs! Am I bleeding?

  “I asked you to be still, but just as I suspected, my little doll isn’t going to cooperate, is she?” He slapped the inside of my thigh, and I yelped, staggering, struggling to move. Aching to rub my legs together to ease the blazing pain. Feeling somewhere between fiery hot and chillingly cold, I wasn’t sure if I was appalled, or elated. But one thing was certain … I was turned on. Achingly so. Embarrassingly. My body was so aroused, my sex trembling with need, as a steady, hot drizzle of arousal gathered in my core. I audaciously opened my legs to him, clearly asking for more.

  He leaned over and kissed me so hard that my lips felt as bruised as the rest of my body. “Do you really think a pretty fragile flower is what I’m after? Someone to make gentle love to? Whisper sensual words while eating popcorn under the stars? Tell me, Ava, does your pussy sting? Your thighs? Are you having fun yet? Do you feel intrigued?”

  He seized my legs apart farther, restraining them, and adjusting them into an awkward, tight, uncomfortable position. Shit, it hurt. I couldn’t move. Then, he did the same with my arms. Ouch. Oh, shit.

  “Please, Tage. That doesn’t feel good.”

  “Neither does a plug up the ass. Sit still.” His hand speared through my hair again as his lips fell against my ear. “You remember your safeword?”

  “Hummingbird,” I breathed, my breath lodged in my throat. My mouth was dry. My lower body ached. Everything just … hurt. My ass … my thighs … my pussy. How badly would he hurt me? Would I need medical attention afterward? Bandages? Ice packs? Heating pads? Thoughts of something, or anything up my ass, was borderline terrifying, not to say damned embarrassing. All of a sudden, this entire concept frightened the life out of me, striking me with a panic that I had only witnessed in movies, read in books. Yet, it was also pain, marks, bruises. Provocative. Electrifying. Intriguing.

  “Perfect.” He released the ungodly grip on my hair and gently brushed his fingertips over the stinging sides of my scalp. �
�Feel better?”

  “Yes,” I answered, struggling to keep from clenching my fists.

  “Just yes? Seems a bit inconsiderate, kitten.” He began forcing a wad of something inside my mouth. God, no. Was he really going to gag me? Would I be able to breathe? Would I choke? Die a horrible painful death, naked, exposed, open and vulnerable? Tears bit at my eyes as I whimpered, forcing myself to breathe through my nose.

  “How does it feel to be gagged with your panties, Ava?”

  I shivered.

  My panties? He was using my panties to gag me? Tears rose again as he reached behind me, lifting my hair so tightly that my stomach clenched.

  “Nod your head once if you’re okay. Twice if you aren’t.”

  I whimpered, nodding only the one time.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Now sit still.”

  After what seemed like an eternity, his hand began caressing my neck and down over the swelling of my tender breasts, gently teasing my nipples, as he mumbled off Swedish words that I didn’t understand. Right as I began to relax, my back bowed, my left nipple no longer being stroked, but instead being viciously rolled and taunted between the thick pads of his fingertips. I flinched, whimpering, and he released me. I blew a relieved breath through my nose and swallowed hard. That was when the most piercing, insufferable agony I’d ever felt raked the fleshy tip of my right breast. I screamed through the gag, thrashing, as the delicate skin felt like it was being burned by the red-hot tip of a hundred flames.

  Fucking hell. He’s killing me. Ruining my nipples. Motherfuck, it hurt. I swallowed hard, gagging as I did, trying to back away, but my breath catching as he beset my second nipple with the same excruciating torture device as the first. Both nipples howled in misery, the pain a paralyzing ache. Now I was sobbing, choking on my own damn panties while everything between my legs felt hot enough to catch fire. He tugged further. Grasped harder. Pushing me to the point I’d requested. To give in. Cede and surrender.

  Submit.

  “Du har mycket vackra brost.”

  A jolting breath lifted up my throat, my toes curling, the tortuous hell in my breasts beginning to slide all the way down into my clit. He leaned over, kissing my hair and gently stroking between my thighs, making my core ache harder. “It means your breasts are very beautiful. And they belong to me, Ava. Stop pulling away.” I writhed as he tugged at the nipple clamps, the smell of my lust embarrassingly undeniable. “This is what you asked for,” he whispered against my ear.

  Tears trickled down my face, while soft, muffled whimpers fell from my lips. Tage began rambling off another long line of Swedish words, then leaned over, trailing soft kisses against my neck. “Don’t fear your desires, kitten. Indulge in them. Embrace them. Surrender to them. Because they make you so perfectly you.”

  My breasts felt like they were falling off, and my ankles and wrists ached with the tight restraints. But my core was wet, throbbing, and clenching. What he was doing to me was harsh and unrelenting, but there was something genuine and deep—this pain, this fulfillment happening to my body—was like an unhealed lesion that was beginning to heal.

  Was this who I was? Who I’d always been? Someone seeking pain? A masochist?

  He traced a long finger down my torso. “Are you ready for my cock in your ass? Are you enjoying everything? Are you enjoying the intrigue?”

  Yes. I’m enjoying it. It’s the most fulfilling sexual experience of my life. But why? Am I out of my ever-loving mind?

  “You’re stunning when you’re writhing under my control,” he uttered. “You’ve never looked more beautiful. Nod once if you want my cock.”

  My sex throbbed like hot white fire as he slapped the sensitive area of my pubis again. My hips arched. Every single inch of my body felt pained. Holy crap, I had never felt a sensation like this. I was borderline senseless with the instant need to orgasm. I had smacked my mound before, something I’d learned from an erotic hypnosis tape, but not with this kind of intensity. It hurt. Shit, it ached all the way through my bones. Even my toes hurt. How could anyone in their sane mind like this? Why would they? Still, in some dark, taboo kind of way, I more than liked it. I craved it. I longed for it. I needed it.

  Gag me. Hurt me. Love me.

  “Yes! My God! I’m r—ready.” My response was jumbled beneath the gag, and I highly doubted he could understand a word of what I was saying. After what sounded like a tsk, then a soft laugh, he removed the clamps without offering a word of caution, leaving me gasping and whimpering as the sharp, godawful return of pain shot through my breasts like a million searing irons were melting the skin right off. Then, he began walking. Where to, I didn’t know. I hoped it was for a warm cloth, a heating pad, or a case of bandages for what was left of my battered nipples.

  “And I think I want something to drink,” he responded, closing the door behind him and leaving me alone.

  Minutes passed, then more. It couldn’t have been very long since he left, but it seemed like forever. The silence was stifling, my thoughts beginning to scatter. My mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and my nipples felt like they were bleeding. He couldn’t just leave me here. How fucking rude. Then shit, maybe he could.

  He did.

  Would he just leave me here all night? Dying of damn thirst? Naked? My arms and legs going numb? My breasts aching and bloody? Is this what really got him off?

  Miserable minutes later, I heard him returning. My mouth was so dry. My eyes were sticky from dried tears. Water—surely, he’d brought me something to drink.

  A girl could hope.

  Another eternally long minute passed, and I felt his finger against my chin. I didn’t dare whimper a single sound. I couldn’t possibly take any more pain. Five seconds later, he was, fortunately, removing the panties from my mouth.

  “Drink.”

  Oh God. Thank you. I trembled as he carefully held the cold water to my lips. I felt like I could finish the entire bottle.

  “That’s it. That should be enough.” He leaned over, kissing me. “Now open wide.”

  He shoved a mouthful of hard, long, thick cock between my moistened lips, pressing forward and laying his hands on my head. Being bound, I had no control as he thrust deep, unmercifully, setting off a gag reflex that sent acid shooting up my chest. I sighed, taking breaths through my nose, tasting him in my throat.

  “Deeper, kitten,” he said with a harsh warning to his tone. “Take me all the way. Don’t pretend to be some timid little girl attempting her first blowjob. Just suck my damn dick,” he said bitterly.

  Hell, I wasn’t attempting shy, certainly wasn’t trying to put on being timid. I wasn’t doing anything besides trying to tackle the brutal thrusts of what felt like eight to nine thick inches of fully-erect man. Yes, I’d given blowjobs before. Lance loved them. Yet, Lance wasn’t anywhere close to being this long, or thick. I cringed, whining, powerless, pulling back as much as I could manage when his hands stabbed through the tender sides of my hair, balling into tight, painful fists.

  “Jesus! That hurts,” I whimpered with a mouth full of thick cock.

  “It was meant to,” he responded, tugging tighter. I whimpered at his words. I thought I could endure the hair-pulling again, but having an extremely sensitive scalp, it felt like dozens of tiny, blazing-hot pins and needles jabbing into my skin. Seconds passed with more whining. More struggling. Fighting off tears and failing as they saturated the blindfold even more.

  He shoved harder, groaning deep in his chest.

  “I’ll never give you more than I think you can handle, kitten.”

  Drool seeped from the corners of my mouth, my eyes watering beneath a completely saturated blindfold, but even through the discomfort, I was achingly heated between the legs, craving his touch. His eyes. Dying to feel the hot, thick flesh that surged down my throat push deep through my sex and caress that most sensitive inner spot that he seemed to locate with nothing but ease and perfection. He was so strong. So controlling. So damn thick and long, as his
hands steered my pace. Two, maybe three forceful thrusts later, he was breathing hard, hissing, uttering foreign words, as his satiny smooth cock jerked between my lips, filling my throat with warm sputters of his release.

  “Ah, Christ, Ava.” Still shuddering in my mouth, he eased the blindfold over my head, then slid his softening shaft from my lips and brushed a finger over the saliva that stuck to the corners of my mouth. His face was beautiful, flushed with lust, and there was genuine warmth in his eyes. He lifted the bottle of water and brought it back to my lips. “Drink.”

  What made me want to please this cold, sadistic man that reeled with anger and bitterness? I didn’t know, but I just did. Sweet Jesus, I did so badly.

  Thinking he was done when he removed the restraints from my arms and legs and let me sip on water for a few seconds, I was sure he was going to make love to me. Or fuck me. Or maybe even offer tender aftercare that I craved. No idea what made me think that. This was Tage. This was what got him off. Playing hard. Tormenting even harder.

  And I had asked for it.

  He took the water from my hand and scooped me up into his arms and put me on the bed, face down. I could hear the sound of clothing hitting the floor, perhaps his shirt, but I didn’t look, only holding my breath and hoping this wasn’t what I already knew it was. He was big, way too well-endowed to take me there without it being pure torturous hellfire. Lance had tried anal with me on several occasions, but it had never felt right, only hurried and expected, and I’d never been able to relax. It had done nothing but leave us both frustrated.