by Linzi Basset
“Clamping nipples in a vise is completely different from my clit. You know that very well,” she snapped. “Daddy,” she quickly added as his hand raised to her breasts.
“Indeed I do. I just don’t see the point you’re attempting to make.” He nodded at her hand. “You may stop now.” His eyes darkened as she kept her hand pressed over her mound. “From this point on, you lose a half a point for every instruction you disregard from me or don’t act on it immediately. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She squared her shoulders. “In all fairness, I did act immediately. I stopped, didn’t I?”
Shane bit back a smile. Her experience combined with her sass made playing with her loads of fun … especially since she knew that his reaction would be sadistic. She wasn’t scared to push back and that was the main reason he’d been preparing her to become his masochistic sub.
“So you did.” He stared pointedly at her hand.
Alexa muttered but the unvoiced instruction was clear. Her hand dropped to her side. She hissed as he leisurely tapped the swollen nub.
“I see what you mean. Congratulations, my pet, you did well in preparing this naughty little nub for the challenge.” He smiled at her. “For that, you’re now at seven points.”
“Why thank you, Daddy. That’s exceedingly kind of you but eight would be much better. I mean, as you said, I did a very good job and …” Her voice drifted off as he cast a sardonic look at her.
“Are you telling me what to do, little girl?”
“Of course not, Daddy. I guess I was just … I don’t know … thinking out loud. Oh, shitting seagulls,” she wailed as he leaned closer to flick his tongue in teasing circles over her throbbing clit.
“You know not to climax; you don’t touch me until I tell you to and you keep those gorgeous tits of yours pushed out. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His smirk was evil. “Since this is a respectable neighborhood, no more shrieks, squeals, or crying out.”
“You’re not serious!”
“Every time you do, you will immediately be punished.”
“Without losing all the points? That’s hardly fair.”
“Oh, that’s not part of the challenge, little girl. It’s a standing rule in this house. Break it and you will be punished … every time.”
The way she gaped at him tugged at his heartstrings and it was all he could do to not grab her and hug the shit out of her.
“You’re quite adorable with a slack jaw, little girl. Makes my cock believe you’re offering a treat.”
Her mouth snapped closed immediately. “I’d be happy to, Daddy. For five points.”
He bellowed with delight.
That is so not fucking fair! Why the hell did I have to make him laugh? Now I’ll just blow him because he’s so goddamned hot, points be damned.
“Well, since you’re offering, who am I to refuse adapting the game a little?”
She perked up, even offered him a bright smile.
“But first … let’s get your jewelry in place.”
Her smile slipped. “I shoulda known it was too good to be true.”
“Come now, little girl. You’ve just scored an advantage. You have two more points than what we started with.” He pinched her clit. “Spread your legs wider.”
She acquiesced, albeit reluctantly as she mentally prepared herself for that first flash of pain.
“Holy shitting whales!” she whined. It was inevitable that she’d break at least one rule. She clutched at his shoulders as he clamped her clit and waves of pain flooded her mind.
“You know what to do … but since I enjoy watching you suffer; I’m not going to remind you how.” His deep voice graveled from thin lips as he reveled in watching her struggle to concentrate on breathing through the pain. He took off his jeans and with burning intensity glowing from his eyes, he stroked his cock, which was growing harder with every desperate and painful puff from her lips.
He stretched out on his back next to her. “Well, little girl, get on with it. Better make it good for those five points.” His eyes slit as she hunched over him to wrap her hand around the base of his cock.
“Ten points.”
Her eyes flashed to his. “What the hell for? I didn’t … oh,” she said deflated.
“No touching. You’ll suck me off with your mouth only, so I suggest you keep your hands behind your back. Make sure I don’t come, little girl, because that’ll cost you four points.”
“Then what’s the point of blowing you off?”
“Closeness, mutual pleasure.” His eyes darkened. “Not all acts of sex are about dumping your load, my pet.” He folded his hands behind his head. “Well?”
She clasped her hands behind her back and folded her lips around the broad tip of his cock before he got it in his mind to extract points.
It was heaven, tasting him, listening to his grunts as she pushed down and sucked his length as deep as she could. The power it gave her to know she was the cause of his cock jerking in her mouth with a teasing tap of her tongue along the swollen ridges was exhilarating. It didn’t take long for his hips to lift and force his cock deeper. She tasted the saltiness of his precum and reveled in it at the same time as she was disappointed that she had brought him to the edge so quickly.
“Guh,” he growled as she forced his cock down her throat, swallowing him down until her lips pressed against his crotch. “Fuck, little girl, I love your wicked mouth.”
She started to throat fuck him, slowly at first and then with increasing speed, watching the grimace of pleasure form on his face. She tossed up the decision whether to continue, losing the points be damned, but decided against it.
For him, here and now, in their house, she wanted to be his good little girl.
She withdrew, panting as she forced her breathing back to normal, spittle dripping on her chest. “Ahhh, fuck!” she cried as he tugged on the chain attached to the clit clamp, causing it to tighten even more. She hissed painfully as she stared at him.
“Good girl.”
Wouldn’t you know it? Even with the pain searing through her mind, she reveled in his praise.
“Tongue.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Nine and a half.”
She stuck out her tongue although for the life of her she had no idea why.
“Hell no,” she shrieked and tried to shuffle back, screaming as the chain he still held in his hand snapped tight and the clamp cruelly bit into her clit.
“Eight and a half.”
“Please, Daddy … not that.”
“Tongue.”
He ignored her plea and she knew better than to push him further. Her lips trembled as she offered the appendage. Tears sprang to her eyes as he clamped the clover torture tool to the tip of her tongue. Even though pulling tight, she counted herself lucky that the chain connecting the two clamps were long enough to keep her back straight. Until his next instruction registered.
“On all fours, please.”
“That’ll be impossible.” The words sounded garbled courtesy of the restriction to her tongue.
“Eight.”
She dropped to her knees carefully, keeping her chin lowered to keep the chain from pulling at the clamps.
“Shuffle backward until your knees are at the edge of the bed.”
She muttered but moved back cautiously.
“Such a beautiful sight to behold.”
Alexa cringed. It was the first time he was looking at her naked pussy in broad daylight.
Oh god! Will he notice the scars?
If he did, he chose not to mention it, but rather teased her labia already dripping with her juices by running his palm over it, up and down until his hand was soaked with her essence.
“I see you prepared your cunt very well for me, little girl. All puffy and wet.” She moaned as he pressed his finger deep inside her, twirling them around and tapping the swollen ganglia at the front of her vagina. “My cock needs a littl
e something more before it’s ready to take a dip in your offering.”
Crack! Crack!
She jerked and even though she tried as hard as she could, she couldn’t suppress the scream at the combined pain from the brutal spanking he continued to plant all over her buttocks and the chain pulling tight with every smack forcing her body forward.
“I warned you about screaming, little girl.” His voice coming from the corner warned her he had returned to his toy bag.
She gasped as large ball weights landed in front of her on the bed. It was no use begging. Master Fox took promised punishment very seriously. Tears gathered as he added two of the weights in the middle of the chain, forcing the prongs to tighten to the edge of torture.
Alexa was still battling to find her breath when he thrust his cock hilt deep inside her. The ball weights jiggled, the clamps tightened and she howled in her mind but only a soft whimper escaped her lips.
“That’s better, little girl. Keep it at that level.” He ran his hands over her back in a tender caress in complete contrast to the pain he was causing her. His warm breath teased her cheek. “I don’t expect you to climax, my pet, not with the amount of pain that’s going to slice through you with the pounding I’m about to give your juicy cunt but if you do, you lose five points … for every time you come. Understood?”
“Yefp, Daddy.”
Shane gave her no further warning as he pulled back and slammed into her, setting a rhythm that shifted the bed with the strength he powered into her. He had been right, the pain was excruciating, completely obliterating the feeling of his thrusting cock bruising her pussy, which under different circumstances would have flung her to a level of euphoria that would force climax after climax from her. Now, all she could do was drown in the waves of pain washing over her from her clit and tongue.
She bit back a cry of pain as his fingers clamped around her nipples and he used the hold he had on them to yank her harder back against him. As much as she drowned in the pain, the heat that flashed through her body came as a shocking surprise. Her pussy clenched, her back arched, forcing the clamps to keep tightening as the world shattered around her, flinging her so high, she feared she would become lost in space.
Alexa climaxed and once she started, she couldn’t stop. Shane kept feeding it by cruelly twisting and yanking on her tits, his cock swelling as her cunt spasmed violently around his length.
“You’re a bad, bad, little girl. Let’s just finish this with your punishment, shall we?”
She was deaf to his words, struggling to separate pleasure from pain as the one fed off the other.
“AAAGGHH!” Her agonized cry echoed through the room as Shane fisted his hand around the chain and with one hard yank, pulled the clamps from her clit and tongue. Her body solidified as the hardest climax she’d ever experienced felt like it was tearing her insides to shreds. Her eyes rolled back in her sockets as she slipped into a realm of unconsciousness.
Chapter Eighteen
Alexa came to moments later, feeling the warmth of their combined climaxes oozing from her pussy. Shane was leaning on his elbow, watching her with an intensity that scared her.
“Did you enjoy your game, little girl?”
Where the hell it came from, Alexa had no idea but she could feel the shy smile split her face in two. The rise of his eyebrow attested to his surprise at witnessing such an emotion as well.
“Yess, Daddy, I did.”
He leaned over and tenderly sucked her painful and swollen clit, twirling his tongue around it, teasing, soothing and with such gentleness, Alexa felt the tears form in her eyes.
“Tongue.”
She dutifully pushed it out, watching him as he examined the appendage on both sides.
“You did very well, my pet. I’m very proud of you.”
“Even though I lost the challenge?”
His smile was wicked. “Was there ever any doubt?” His expression turned somber.
Her breath got stuck somewhere in her chest as she waited for the dreaded question. She could see it in his eyes. He’d seen the scars around her anus and pussy. She wasn’t ready to tell him … because if she did, he’d be disgusted and walk away from her.
“Now, Miss Silver, tell me … do you know that I am falling in love with you?”
She gaped at him. Elation threatened to burst open inside her. It was the last thing she’d expected him to say, especially after what he’d said on the patio earlier.
“You never lie, Mr. Sinclair, so if you’re asking me that, it has to be true.” Her voice sounded strangled and brittle. He brushed his fingers over her lips, watching her with warmth in his eyes.
“In fact … Alexa Silver, I can say with utmost certainty that I love you. You, the beautiful, sensual woman that you are every minute of the day and the gorgeous masochist when you feed the sadist in me.”
“Shane,” she smiled through the tears that once again gathered in her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m crying …” She forced back the sob as she traced his stubbled jaw. “Because those are the most wonderful words I’ve ever heard and have been yearning to hear for the past seven years.”
“Only seven? And here I thought you fell in love with me the day you landed on the island.”
She laughed with him. “I’m sticking to seven, Shane Sinclair, and that’s the end of it.” She blinked away the tears. “I do, Shane. I love you and I have for many years. I had just about given up hope that you’d ever see me as a woman and not just as an employee of BSE and Castle Sin. At first, I didn’t realize things between us had changed; it had been too subtle, but I finally realized the nuances of your voice changed when you spoke to me, the way you touched me was different.”
“I had to be sure, Alexa. I made a mistake with my first wife. I never told her I was a sadist and she resented me for it.” He snorted. “Not that it stopped her from embracing it to the fullest. In the end, she was the one who used me and destroyed all the trust I had in an exclusive relationship. That’s why I had to know that you were ready to handle the beast when he comes out to play.”
“I’m not scared of the sadist in you, Shane. I never have been. Yes, since we signed the agreement, it’s been intense, but man … I fucking love it.”
“And it’s that which gives you the power over me, my love. You have the ability to soothe the beast. Remember that when it becomes too much. You and you alone can rein him in.”
“That’s good to know … not that I think I’ll ever need to.”
“Believe me, baby. You haven’t experienced half of what excites me.” He stroked her stomach as he stared into her eyes. “Tell me about the scars, Alexa.”
Her entire body froze and it was all she could do not to jump up and lock herself in the bathroom. “I’m not ready, Shane.” She lowered her eyes. “I don’t think I ever will be.”
He forced her gaze back to his with a finger under her chin.
“I’m the last person to judge anyone, Alexa. In my career as a psychologist, I’ve encountered many people. The day you arrived at Castle Sin, you were broken. I wanted to be the one to help you heal but you wouldn’t let me. Instead, I had to stand by and watch you struggle through it alone but you did, and you became this incredibly strong, confident woman who isn’t scared to stand up for what you believe is right. That’s the strength you have that attracted me to you. Why I fell in love with you.” He kissed her gently. “I won’t push you, my love, but I’m here if you ever wish to talk.”
She nodded, feeling miserable as he pushed upright. “I am starving. Let’s see what’s in the kitchen so I can feed you.”
He was already at the door when her brittle voice floated through the room, stopping him in his tracks. “I thought he loved me. I guess I was naïve to believe his stories but I met him at a time when I was lonely. My parents had just passed away and I had no one. It was pitiful that a thirty-two year old woman was alone in the world, no friends, no family. To make it worse, I lost my job during the recession
and I became depressed. I was an easy target. For him … and eventually, for them.”
Alexa stared unseeingly at the ceiling, unaware that Shane sat back down next to her. She had the sudden urge to tell him what happened. It was time he learned exactly who and what she was. If he couldn't deal with how weak she'd been then, it was best she knew now while she could still walk away with only half of a broken heart. If she moved into this house with him and he left her then, she'd be destroyed for good.
“I didn’t know about her at first. We always met at BDSM clubs. I had a tendency toward masochism from when I was young but never understood what it truly meant. Being alone … it’s how I coped with life. Using pain to push me into a realm so extreme that my mind shut down, that no thought or memory existed … only the pleasure it offered. By the time I met him, I craved pain. It’s how I survived from one day to the next. He knew how to make me soar with just the right amount of pain, humiliation, and care. The perfect balance. I was slowly becoming human again. I even got a job, and under his guidance … he made me dependent on him. I was reluctant at first but he was patient. A year later I signed a Master/slave agreement with him.”
Shane sat listening silently. Although she was clenching her hands so hard, the knuckles turned white, he didn’t touch her. She was lost in the memories of the past. He knew it was the first time she’d probably spoken about what had happened to her. It cost all his resolve to remain impassive, to listen with the ear of a professional, but with the heart of the man who loved her.
“That’s when I met her. His submissive. A sadistic masochist who had been waiting patiently for him to make me so dependent on him that I would do anything to please him … even if it meant I had to perform the most vile and degrading acts she could think up. All to exert her position in the household as his submissive. I became their sex slave. Actually, I became their slave—period.” Tears started to run down her cheeks. “God, the things they made me do … I … acts so diabolically humiliating and inhumane … and yet, I stayed. The most mortifying of it all was that I allowed what they did to me … for three years. I did it all, I suffered, I cried, I begged and pleaded … and they laughed as they watched me writhe and twist in the claws of the aphrodisiacs they pumped into me to make their twisted games even more pleasurable to watch.”
