“What are you doing?” My voice was a whisper, heavy with lust, shaking with the nerves bubbling up in me. He raised his head, his mouth parting from its merciless torture of my nipple.
“Only what you so desperately want,” he said, and his claws traced over my cheek. “You could resist the restraints, if you wanted. It would be easy. How funny…” He hovered over me, sharp teeth close. “You’re not even trying to get away.”
His claws moved down my throat, over the tender pulse of blood in my veins, down my chest, down, down, until he came to the edge of my panties.
“You really should just stop wearing these,” he said. “I’m only going to keep ruining them.”
The panties ripped easily in his hands. My heart fluttered in my chest as a single claw circled my clit, a threat and a promise wrapped up into one cruel motion.
“Remember, little doll,” he growled, his head lowering slowly between my legs. “Say mercy if you want our play to end. But beg for me to stop and plead for your life if you want to continue.”
Every word was pushing me deeper into the cavernous bond between our imaginations, deeper into the fantasy of fear and captivity he was weaving. The fantasy that I was helpless, his fighting prey.
But that fantasy wasn’t true, even as I allowed myself to indulge in it. He was watching every breath I took, watching my pupils swell. He could smell every chemical change that went through me, he could hear my heart speed up and slow down. He knew my every reaction on an even more primal level than I did.
He’d stop at my word. I knew that. I trusted him in that.
But an ending was far from what I wanted.
Telling me to beg for my life? It aroused that deep desire for fear, my hunger for danger. “Let me go,” I whimpered. “Please…please let me go…don’t —”
“Shut the fuck up,” he gripped my face, his tone vicious. “Open your fucking mouth, now.”
I was giddy as I obeyed. When he spit on my waiting tongue and followed it up with his thick cock, I groaned to feel it press all the way to the back of my throat. It was so thick, and from the angle of him above me, he couldn’t even get all of it in. He gripped my hair, moving my head over him, laughing when I gagged on a deep thrust.
“Aw, is that too much, little doll? But dolls take whatever their master wants, don’t they?” He held me down a moment longer, letting me gag again before he let me go and I lay my head back, gasping.
He gripped my hips and flipped me onto my stomach. Those invisible ties tightened over me again, keeping my legs spread. He squeezed my ass, spreading me open even more. “Is your pussy still sore?”
Two fingers pressed inside me and I cried out, squirming as he mercilessly fingered me. “Still sore,” I gasped, but I still moaned as he moved inside me. It felt good despite the pain; the sting only made it better.
“Well then, it would be mean of me to use your pussy again, wouldn’t it? I guess I’ll have to break in another hole instead.”
My body flushed cold at the thought of him squeezing that thick cock inside my ass — impossible — but then his tongue was between my cheeks and all other thoughts vanished from my head. The forked sides probed, licking my puckered hole with such hunger that I wasn’t left even a moment to feel embarrassed to have his face down there. It felt too good, and his fingers were still working my pussy.
“So wet,” he murmured. “Such a good little fuck doll. So eager to be destroyed.”
Waves of pleasure reverberated through me with every thrust of his fingers, with every swirl of his tongue. My eyes rolled back, and the invisible ties drew tighter. I was so close, and right as my orgasm gripped me, he pulled his mouth away and pressed a finger inside my ass, mingling the sudden stretch with the already overwhelming pleasure.
I cried out as my body throbbed, two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass moving in unison to draw out my peak to such an impossible degree that I was shaking, unable to squirm away, mouth hung open as every last rational thought left my brain.
“Fuck, there’s my good little whore,” he said, bent over my back, breath hot against my neck. His tongue stroked over my skin, over the marks he’d left across me, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as I fell apart on his fingers. “You look so good with my marks on you. All mine, just as you should be. Your soul is next, Raelynn. One word and you’re mine for eternity.”
Between the pleasure, the pain, the mind-blowing endorphins making me high, I almost could have given him my soul. Almost.