Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“No, pet. I don’t hate you.”
“Then what? What will you do with me?”
He raises the violet wand, running a finger over the crackling bulb. With the lights down low and his face lit by the wand’s eerie glow, he looks like a mad scientist. “I told you from the first. I’m going to make you mine.”
Lucius
“No, no, no,” she mewls. My pet is so strong, but after hours of endless orgasms, even the strongest sub will break.
“Take it, pet.” I twist the dildo in her and turn up the TENS unit it’s attached to, stimulating her deeply.
“No,” She drops her head, tears running down her face. “I can’t.”
“You’re not dead yet,” I repeat the Monty Python joke, and wring another climax from her unwilling body.
“Has anyone died from too many orgasms?” she mumbles. I brush back her hair and make her drink a glass of water before giving her a cruel smile.
“Let’s find out.”
The sky outside is lightning. Dawn’s an hour a way and I need to be safely locked in my crypt well before. I towel her off and release her from the table, coming to her side to help her wobble to the props I’ve set up in front of the open patio doors.
She leans into me, her face soft and shining. So submissive. Her obedience lurks under her hard exterior, waiting for a dom strong enough to unlock her true self. That dom is me.
She doesn’t fight me as I set her on leather unit and secure her wrists and ankles. “These bonds will automatically unlock at a certain time.”
“What is this?” She blinks at the a smooth half circle between her legs.
“A Sybian.”
Her eyes widen as she recognizes the brand name. She’s basically sitting on a giant vibrator, and she knows it.
“Now,” I squat in front of her. “I’ll play a little game with you. You’re going to sit here and--” I stop as she tosses her head back and forth.
“I can’t--”
“Hmm,” I pretend to think. “Then, how about this. Tell me who you’re working for. Tell me and I’ll go after them. You can lie down, take a little nap…”
“You’re torturing me with orgasms?”
I smirk. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”
“Yes, well. Nobody expects orgasm torture.”
I duck my head to hide my smile, and take the moment to check her bonds, making her wiggle her fingers and toes, testing her circulation.
“Lucius,” she whines as I rise. “I can’t do this.”
“I know, pet, I know. It’s so hard.” I mock her. I’m going easy on her and she knows it. Everything between us is a game. “But it’s what you signed up for, isn’t it? Night after night, at my mercy.”
“I feel like Sheherazade,” she mumbles. “Instead of a story, I have to come for you.”
“Does that make me a mad sultan?” I stroke my chin and laugh at the look she gives me. Selene makes me laugh more in a day than I have in a century.
“You’re mean.”
“How should I behave, when I find you were plotting to murder me? Did you think you could waltz in and find my hidden lair? Did you think it would be so easy?”
She bites her lip and I continue, “Don’t feel bad. I knew you were plotting against me.”
“You did?”
“Of course. It was all so obvious--your resemblance to Georgianna, the auction. What else could you be but a plant?”
“If you knew then why…?”
“Why what, pet?”
“Why did you go through all this trouble?” She jerks her hands in her bonds. “To bring me here. To train me. To make me fall--”
“Make you what?”
“Make me come. Do all these intense things but make me enjoy it. Make me feel good.”
“Have I done that? I suppose I couldn’t resist mastering you in this way. You fight so deliciously, and in the end--”
“I lose?”
“Oh no, pet. You win. We both do.” I raise the Sybian remote and flick the on switch. The unit comes alive with a subtle buzz.
“No, Lucius,” Selene writhes on the leather seat, panting. “I can’t.”
“Tell me who you’re working for. Who sponsored you in the auction and planned all this.”
She shakes her head and I increase the force of the vibrations. Her head jerks back and she cries out, her chest flushing with climax after climax. I leave her for a few minutes and return with two more toys.
“Oh thank you,” she sobs when I release her, letting her off long enough to drink some water and have some food. She struggles when I lead her back to the unit, whimpering when she sees the two dildos I’ve affixed to the top. Double penetration will provide far more than double the torture.
“Now, now, pet. This isn’t supposed to be fun.”
“You’re evil,” she gasps, sinking down. Her face goes tense as the dildos disappear in her pussy and ass.
“You’re good,” I murmur. “So very, very good. Now,”--I crouch in front of her--“We’re going to play a little game. I’m going to retire for the day and leave you like this--” She whimpers and I raise my voice. “Because I want you to experience something I can’t.”