What he was doing wasn’t painful; it actually sent a shiver through me, coupled with a moan. The tickle to my pleasure centers abruptly came to an end. He slammed his fist inside me with such force, my feet lifted off the floor; I strained at the binds. A scream hissed from my mouth and my eyes burned with tears.
His mouth clamped down on the meat of my ass, sucking flesh between his teeth as he continued to use my cervix as a punching bag. I was sobbing when his fist slowed back to that slow rotation again. His mouth moved to my other cheek, biting and sucking to the point I was sure my entire ass was covered with dark hickeys.
I gasped for breath and tried to quell the sobs. I shook my hair out of my face and my focus landed on a pearl of blood that rolled down my thigh. Kaine climbed to his feet. The sound of his zipper pulled another sob from my chest. The thought of him pounding against my aching pussy horrified me. When his hands parted my ass cheeks, I attempted to struggle, but I was secure enough to only aid in the pain of his penetration.
I had to say one thing for Kaine: he knew how to fuck with abandon. He didn’t seem to care that I screamed throughout his thrusts to the point my vocal cords burst and only harsh, rasping cries escaped from my mouth. I couldn’t see his face, but I imagined he held that same smug smile he had carried the entire time I sucked his cock, enjoying my screams at a level I’d never understand.
The beast alternated between fisting and fucking, regardless of how much blood he drew. The welts from his mouth stung each time his hips collided with my ass. I must have blacked out because when I came to, he had me unbound and stretched out on something soft.
He tucked a stray hair behind my ear when I turned my head toward him. My body throbbed and the stark bruises on my wrists reminded me of what I had just endured. If I had more than two days invested, I probably would have died. I turned away and buried my face in the pillow to muffle my sobs.
“A year, then,” he said.
I whipped my head in his direction before I forced myself to my feet and took a seat in the chair opposite the table. I had to clamp my mouth around the whimper that begged to be released by the discomfort of sitting. I was too tired to worry about my state of nudity.
“No,” I whispered, unwilling to let him win. His jaw dropped.
“Layla.” He tilted his head. His eyes offered me another glimpse of sadness before he shook his head and waved his bruised hand over the board.
The chips and cards reappeared and he moved the table closer to me so I didn’t have to shift. His wince pulled my gaze back to his hand and the ugly bruises covering his skin.
He shuffled with difficulty before he tossed in his ante with his flawed fingers. I knew he had the power to heal. He had fixed my ruined lips yet he seemed to be in genuine pain and I didn’t understand.
He raised his gaze to me. “Ante,” he said with no enthusiasm.
I blinked at him and moved a coin to the center. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and dealt the cards slowly. Each movement of his hands brought forth a grimace.
“Why don’t you fix that?” I picked my cards up and uttered my own wince at my movement.
“Because I started to fix you and was forbidden from doing any more,” he said.
“Why?”
“You passed out after four hours.” He met my gaze.
“Fucking a comatose girl isn’t your thing?” The question came out wrapped in a laugh.
“Normally, I don’t give a damn.” He didn’t laugh and I took a closer look at him. “Normally, I don’t stop.” He shook his head in disgust and squeezed his eyes closed.
I blinked and leaned back in the chair. “You...stopped?”
He squeezed his fists and sucked air through his teeth. “Are you fucking deaf?” He glared.
I opened my mouth to ask when and then closed it. I didn’t want to know.
“I stopped when you started hemorrhaging,” he muttered.
My gaze dropped to my lap. There wasn’t a hint of blood on me and yet I was sore enough to wince. “How long...”
“I tore you to shreds in eight hours and I stopped before twelve hours had passed,” he said. I could swear a sheen of tears covered his eyes before he dropped his gaze to the cards in his hand. After a few seconds, his glare was back and he leaned forward. “I used to relish that. I used to revel in the screams and sobs and the flow of blood. I fucking loved it.” The growl in his voice made me cock my head in his direction.
“So?” I said.
He pointed a bruised finger at me. “You owe me a day and a half.”
I shrugged and dropped two cards, flipping another coin into the pot.
He glanced at his hand and pushed ten more coins into the center.
Grinding my teeth together, I counted out ten chips and then moved ten more in just to fuck with him. I had three of a kind in my hand. While it wasn’t the best hand in the world, his audacity made my stomach burn and my sense of self-preservation falter.
He glanced at his hand and matched my bet before he dropped two cards.
He dealt my two and his two and picked up his cards. I did the same and exhaled. My eyes fell to the pot and my stomach clenched at the thought of losing that many days.
“Your bet.”
I glared at him and pressed my lips together as I counted out five coins. With a shaking hand, I dropped them on the pile and he just grinned.
My heart fluttered as he counted five and put them in the pile.
“I’ll see your bet and raise you...” he drifted off and pushed a large pile into the middle. “Five years.”
I blinked at him and swallowed. My gaze dropped to my pile and then my hand. I put my cards in a neat pile. He grinned and reached for the pot.
“I didn’t fold, but I don’t have the amount to match.” I met his gaze and pushed my pile into the center. “If I win, I not only get the pot, but you have to get me something suitable to wear.”
He laughed. “And what do I get to make up for your four-year deficit?”
I swallowed hard and waved to the empty space where my chips had been. His smile chilled me. He nodded and flipped over his cards one by one until four jacks were exposed.
I hung my head for a moment, swallowing the sob as he laughed. His laughter died when I fanned my hand out on the velvet tabletop. I had four kings and I couldn’t help the grin.
Kaine blinked and his jaw dropped before he snapped his mouth closed. I pulled the pile to my side of the table, ignored the pain it caused in my abdomen, and then looked at him expectantly.
He was too stunned to compute the rest of what he owed me. I raised my eyebrow and when he still stared at me with a blank expression, I said, “Suitable clothes?”
“What?” he snapped.
“Part of the bet was providing me with something suitable to wear.”
His jaw tightened and his chin dropped to his chest. Then he unbuttoned his shirt. He peeled it off and handed it to me over the table. I took it from his hand and he closed his eyes as our fingers brushed. My gaze fell to his bare chest and I couldn’t help the flush of heat that colored my cheeks as I struggled to put his shirt on.
I stood, letting the hem of the shirt fall to the middle of my thighs and I focused on the buttons. Once I had the shirt buttoned, I rolled up my sleeves and gave him a small nod.
He had busied himself with neatening the piles for me while I covered up. I pulled back to the table and grit my teeth against the flare of pain as I sat back down. He pointed his chin at my pile.
“I’m not done yet.” I tossed him two coins. “That’s what I owe you, plus a half a day bonus.” I added my ante to the center of the table. “Deal,” I said. I knew caution should have taken precedence, but I was that much closer to the goal due to his foolish bet.
He shuffled the cards again, this time much slower than the last. I saw the slow nod and then his eyes met mine. A flash of something danced across his irises and then he placed the five cards in front of each of us
.
I picked up the cards and sucked my lip in, wondering what I would have to endure this time, as I slowly put the cards down and slid them toward him with a shake of my head. His eyes closed for a moment and when they opened, it was as if he steeled himself for what came next.
He pushed the table to the side and called me to him with just his index finger. When I didn’t move, he whispered, “It will be so much worse if you don’t come here now.”
I forced myself to my feet and crossed until I stood in front of him. My eyes misted and I blinked the tears out of the corners. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt, his fingers fumbling and his jaw tight. He eased the fabric off my shoulders and it drifted to the ground around my feet.
“Spread.” He pushed my feet wider than the chair.
“Can’t I just give you a blow job?”
His soft smile ate through my defenses until he spoke one word without explanation. “No.” He reached his hand toward me and hesitated; instead, he stood and slid his index and middle finger in my mouth. “Make them wet,” he said in no more than a breath and I sucked, coating his fingers with my saliva. His other hand had found my breast and rolled my nipple through his fingers. Kaine pulled his fingers from my mouth, sat down, and slid them into my sore pussy.
I cried out but he didn’t stop the consistent movement. Out of self- preservation, I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand away. With a quick warning glare, my hands were pulled behind my back and bound in metal clasps.
“Kaine, please,” I whined as his fingers still plunged to the knuckle like a vibrator on auto-fuck. His feet kept my legs spread and he slid them out an inch farther, pulling more hot tears from my eyes.
“You played the hand.” He looked at me. Whatever sadism lived within him was tempered by his own pain. His jaw tightened and he leaned forward.
When his mouth latched onto my breast, I gasped. He sucked as if he was removing venom and the way his teeth kneaded my nipples hurt. His mission of debasing me for every loss started to sink in about the time he switched breasts.
I cried out and the sound of his zipper made me start to hyperventilate. He pulled away from my breast and his fingers gave me a reprieve for enough time for me to catch my breath. Then he pulled me over his lap.
Instead of lowering me onto his hard cock, his hands gripped my waist and he stood. His full length plunged inside me and lifted me off my feet, peeling a scream out of me. He pulled out of me as he sat down and the glint in his eye sparkled. He repeated the plunge over and over until I couldn’t stand on my own. That’s when he collapsed into the chair, still embedded inside me.
The edges of his dark hair clung to the sweat on his brow as he guided my body up and down his shaft. Each full penetration brought a cry of pain from my lips. His mouth worked my breasts the same way he had worked my ass the last time, and one look at the black and blue hickeys pulled more teary gasps from my chest.
He arched into me, groaning and grinding, and I felt every drop of his eruption as it burned down the raw walls of my vagina. He dropped his head against the back of his chair and met my gaze. He actually huffed a small laugh.
As we sat, still coupled, the trembling shaking my form wasn’t from me and I looked at his arms. The muscles actually quivered; same with the muscles in his thighs. This had overexerted the randy bastard.
I forced my breathing to slow as his shaking subsided. His hands squeezed my hips.
“Bastard,” I breathed.
“This wasn’t just a punishment for you,” he said through a new wave of laughter as his hips circled, grinding, and my chest hitched with a sudden gasp.
“Why?” I managed.
“Because,” he said, punctuating it with a quick hip thrust.
Pain threaded from the point of contact like a spiral out of control. I cried out again and his hands clamped harder on my hips, his fingers digging in.
“Kaine?” I gasped.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growled. The warning in his features confused me. “Unless you’d like to be handed over to His Majesty for the rest of the game,” he added as he propped me back on my feet to start the rotation over again.
This time he didn’t have me suck his fingers first; instead, he functioned as if he was on autopilot. I caught his gaze when his fingers pulled out. He was not taking pleasure in this and the standing slam began, each penetration more painful than the last until he had to sit.
Agony and exhaustion rolled my eyes back in my head.
“Don’t you dare pass out,” he breathed, pulling me back with the growl in his voice.
“What happens if I do?” I whispered.
“He takes over and you’ll never see the light of day again.”
I met his gaze. “He?”
“My boss,” Kaine said and I blinked. “I’m a kitten compared to him.” As if arguing against his point, he lifted my hips up and down his hard shaft in blows meant to crush the spirit. “Fuck,” he gasped. Both his eyes and his hands squeezed closed, ripping a scream as his fingers tore through my bruised skin.
His semen boiled against the torn walls of my insides and I couldn’t breathe. There was no scream loud enough to voice my suffering.
Kaine pulled my mouth to his, delivering the kind of kiss I dreamed about, but in the current landscape, it only served as a vivid kernel in this drawn-out nightmare. It wasn’t until he yanked away with a gasp of his own that I understood. He had gone off script and something in his eyes told me to keep quiet as my pussy started the slow tingle of healing.
He circled his hips and I whimpered. “Please, no more,” I whispered.
“Layla.” He tilted his head and glanced at his watch. “We still have another four hours to go.”
I just stared at him as he propped me back on my feet. I knew this torture took a long time before he came, but I didn’t think we burned through twenty hours with just two completed fucks. When his fingers dipped inside me, I didn’t react at all. There was no more pain.
“Four hours?” My question was clouded by confusion.
“I owed you half a day back.” He slammed his fingers.
I winced, but it wasn’t the same reaction as the breathless screams of the last two times and his jaws tightened. When I didn’t react to the next few strokes, more fingers were added until his fist breached me again.
“I can’t let you just numb over on me.” He twisted his wrist slowly. Unfortunately for both of us, what came out of my mouth wasn’t a scream, it was a moan.
“Fuck,” he muttered and pushed his fist in a punch that lifted me off my feet and drew the scream he was looking for. Pain webbed again and my breathing labored as he delivered three pounds in succession before withdrawing.
Now came the stand and sit motions; each drew the same screech of a scream as before until we collapsed on the chair again. His forehead rested on my chest as he fucked me hard. Harder than he had before and I felt every inch of his brutality.
And through it all, I wondered why the hell he had given me a reprieve.
His head whipped back and his growling cry echoed on the blackness surrounding us. Every muscle in Kaine’s body shuddered and I added a throaty scream, to mimic the sounds I had made earlier.
Something told me my life depended on it.
When he opened his eyes and met my gaze, the seriousness in his features drew me a picture that made me shudder and I whimpered. Within a blink, that sadistic smile was back and he checked his watch.
“Time.” The binds holding my wrists disappeared and he set me on my feet.
I stumbled back and landed in the seat with a sharp cry.
Kaine picked up the shirt and tossed it to me. “Is six years enough?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Sixty years might be, but not six,” I said and the table slid between us.
“You’re pushing your luck.” He picked up the deck and shuffled. “The next time you lose, it won’t just be me fucking your fine ass.”
I had a chip in my hand
and I met his gaze. “What do you mean?” The question came out husky and raw.
“We’ve done all the solo acts,” he said. “Next comes the gang bangs. You would have been better off losing that big hand.”
I bit my lip and stared at the chip in my hand. “You haven’t done a sixty-nine scenario.” I raised my eyes to his. It was my stall. If I had to be brutalized, I’d rather be brutalized by him and not be put in a group position.
His huff sent my stomach spiraling to the floor. “I get your mouth, anyway,” he said, sending a shiver through me.
“I guess I better not lose.” I tossed the coin into the center and his lips thinned.
Kaine shuffled a few more times and added his ante before he dealt the cards.
Luck shined on me this hand with a full house. I stared at the twenty-five day pot and weighted my options. I didn’t want a gang scenario but I also didn’t want to lose out on an opportunity to earn big. There was really no halfway bet. Go big or go home, and all that happy horse shit.
“I’m all in.” I pushed my pile to the center. “And I want you to heal both of us when I win this pot.”
He laughed and matched the bet. “I’ll see you, and I’ll raise you a private sixty-nine scenario,” he said, using finger quotes. His eyes shimmered with something devious.
I nodded. “Call.”
He flipped his cards over. I had to hand it to him. The flush of hearts was impressive, but it wasn’t a straight flush and it didn’t beat my full house.
His smile cranked down a notch. He thought he had me and when I leaned forward to scoop up my winnings, he tapped my forehead.
The tingle gripped my entire form and my gaze dropped to his hands as he collected the cards. The bruises faded to nothing before he set the deck aside.
“You want the bottom or the top?”
His question threw me.
“Sixty-nine. Bottom or top?”
“You were serious?” I pulled away from the table.
“Bottom.” He took the choice away from me as his zipper cranked down and he pulled me onto the table. The back of my head hung over the side and I opened my mouth to argue. His cock filled the space but he didn’t force himself on me.
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