Fever Dream (19 page)

“Ten then. You’re a beginner. And I wasn’t offering a choice, I was telling you what was going to happen. So take your clothes off and we’ll get started.”

She shifted, staring at him. She was so beautiful when she was afraid. He picked up the whip. It was a small one but it had a sharp bite. “You need help?” he asked, brandishing it in front of her. “Motivation?” He flicked it against one of her breasts.

She took a step back and pulled off her tee. He unbuttoned her jeans while she took off her bra. “Everything,” he said when she paused in her panties. “I need all of you.” He undressed too, throwing his clothes on top of hers. “Get up on the table,” he said. “Spread your legs for me.”

After the slightest hesitation, she obeyed. He made her wait there, legs spread, worried and horny, while he laid out all the items he planned to use. He checked the batteries on the vibrator, turning it on so the low hum curled around them. He set it down and turned back to her, running a hand down to her pussy. “Let’s see how my pretty Petra feels. Oh...” He pretended to be shocked. “Wet as an ocean. Wet and horny. It’s a waste though. We’re not using your pussy today.”

One look at her face, and he knew he had her. She was so aroused—and so curious. Her soaked pussy gave all her secrets away.

“Okay,” she said. “I’m scared.”

“I like when you’re scared, baby.”

She tensed as he pushed her back and lifted her arms over her head to cuff them to the table. They were Velcro cuffs, lined on the inside and attached to the table with adjustable straps. He tightened them, not allowing her much leeway. That done, he reached below the table to find the leather waist restraint. He pulled it tight across her stomach to fasten her down. “There. Can’t have you turning or trying to get away.” Her muted moan of nervousness sent blood rushing to his cock. He turned back to the table to pick up the whip. “Open your mouth.”

When she did, he placed it between her lips. “Hold this. I have a feeling I’ll need it later.”

Her chest rose and fell. He gazed at her nipples, tight and hard as little rocks. “You ready for the clamps?”

She gazed at him, unable to communicate with the whip between her teeth. He’d used some mild clamps on her already, up in the bedroom. Today he’d picked out a slightly harder pair. When he attached the first one, her entire pelvis rose off the table, making the leather restraint pull and creak. “Don’t you break Liam’s stuff,” he warned with a tsk. “He’ll punish you.” He attached the other clamp and fisted his cock as she moaned behind the whip and arched against the restraints. She looked so delicious, so helpless and vulnerable, but this was only the beginning. He picked up the smallest plug and eyed her as he coated it with a sheen of shiny lubricant.

She’d be bargaining by the end, all right. Bargaining for exactly what she wanted. She stared as he approached her with the gleaming sex toy. “Open your legs,” he said in his gruff, obey-me voice. “Wide. Pull your knees back. Ah, yes, that’s my good girl.”

*** *** ***

Is okay to be scared. Is okay to be scared.

She spread her legs wide, because she had a bendy little whip in her mouth and she was terrified of being hit with it. He moved closer, masculine feline grace, and probed at her bottom with the plug. It was small, as promised. It didn’t hurt, but she automatically tensed her legs as the cool tip touched her skin. He shoved her thighs open and pressed the plug forward until it was fully seated. Her initial nerves subsided. It was no thicker than his fingers, and she’d had those inside her bottom already. Honestly, the clamps hurt a lot worse.

“Good girl,” he said. “Okay?”

She nodded, then shook her head. He took the whip for a moment so she could answer him. “I think I might orgasm before you even touch me.”

“Don’t dare. You better control yourself.”

“Please, just let me come,” she begged. “Don’t punish me. My ass is still sore from last night.”

He made a soft sound and placed the whip back between her teeth. “Who said I was going to use it on your ass?”

Oh God. Oh, no.

He stepped back to get his phone, and pushed a few buttons. He held it up and showed her a timer. “Ten minutes,” he said, setting it back down. “Don’t come.”

She closed her eyes, trying not to think about the orgasm already building inside her. She was a dancer. She could control her body if she had to. Ten minutes or ten strokes of the whip. Ten minutes...she could survive that.

Just as she thought it, she felt his fingers slide between her pussy lips, and then his tongue in a long, slow stroke, right up to her clit. Her whole body convulsed in a spasm of pleasure. Her ass clenched on the plug and she tried to arch toward him but she couldn’t.

“No, please,” she said, dropping the whip from her mouth. “That feels too good. This isn’t fair.”

“Not fair?” He frowned at her. “I haven’t even used the vibrator yet. If it feels too good, maybe you need something bigger in your ass, and tighter clamps. We’ll have to stop the clock.”

“What?” Her and her big mouth. He took off the clamps and laid them aside, then took out the first plug and methodically began lubing up the second one.

“Think before you speak, huh?” he said, winking at her. “But maybe if you hurt more, you won’t come. Still eight minutes and forty-eight seconds to go.”

Eight minutes and forty-eight seconds? She was going to die. He picked up the whip and flicked it against her left flank before waving it in front of her face. “Don’t drop it again,” he warned. “No talking. No begging and saying please. I do what I like, yes? Answer me.
Yes, Sir.
”

“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked as he flicked her other thigh. He put the whip back in her mouth and ran his palms over the twin stings on either side. “If you come, I’ll whip your pussy. Okay? Ten strokes. You understand that?”

Oh my God.
Yes, she understood. She also realized what he probably already knew. He could make her come twenty times in the next eight minutes and forty-eight seconds if he wanted to. She knew it, he knew it. He was going to whip her pussy—it was a foregone conclusion. She rested her head back on the table and moaned in frustration. She could try not to come—she was going to try her very best—but she’d put the odds of success at a thousand-to-one.

At that bleak thought, he approached with the larger plug and pressed her legs up and back in some bastardization of a ballet pose. She felt the blunt head of the plug probe her ass. “This time it will go easier,” he said. “But it’s bigger. You have to let it in.”

It felt okay at first, but the middle part was definitely thicker. She wiggled, curling her toes against the pain. It wasn’t sharp pain, like the bite of the whip, but a dull, awful stretching. Her eyes locked with his. Beneath the dominant posturing, beneath the stern glare, Ruby was there, watching to be sure she was okay. Watching, always watching. She forced herself to relax, and with slow, twisting movements, he eased the plug the rest of the way in.

She could feel this one, for sure. Her ass felt stretched. Filled. She held his regard as he studied her, letting him see the pain and discomfort in her eyes.
Yes, I hate this. Yes, I love you.
She bit down on the whip, disturbed by the uncontrolled feelings he aroused in her. He pinched her ass and turned to go, and for a moment she felt panic.
He’s leaving. He’s leaving me here like this!

But he’d only gone back to his trunk of toys. He returned with another set of clamps, a more intricate pair that looked a lot more threatening.

“Clover clamps,” he said, swinging them in front of her. “Maybe too hard for you. But we have to make you hurt if you don’t want to come, yes?”

Yes, yes, make me hurt. But oh God. I’m scared.
She had the “Romeo” safeword if she needed it. She squeezed her eyes shut as he pinched her nipples.

“No, open,” he said sharply. “Open your eyes. Let me see.”

He watched her as he closed the first biting clamp on her sensitive peak. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to nipple clamps, with their instant, piercing pain. She keened behind the whip, clenching her teeth so she didn’t drop it. “Hurts, yes?” Ruby crooned. “Too much?”

Yes, it was too much, but she still wanted it. She worked to calm her breath, and when she thought she could bear it, she lifted her shoulder toward him, offering her other breast. His expression deepened, turned almost feral. He grabbed her face and kissed her mouth, right over the whip. He bit her bottom lip until it stopped trembling, then he leaned back and drew down the chain of the clamps. He tried to thread it under the waist strap, but there wasn’t room. “Suck in your breath.”

She knew what he was going to do. He was going to hook the chain through the strap at her waist so the clamps constantly pulled down and hurt her. She almost shook her head but in the end, she lay very, very still and let him do it without a sound of protest.

He laced it under and drew it back up, flicked her other nipple and closed the clamp on it. Through the haze of pain, she saw him check the slack and felt a harder pinch as he gave the chain a tug. “You better not move too much, huh? Or, if you’re going to come, move a lot and make it hurt. You see how I try to help you?”

She managed a weak smile behind the leather implement in her mouth. He was pure evil. She tested her predicament, drawing her chest up. The clamps tightened as the waist strap caught the chain.
Fuck me. I’m toast.

She was overloaded on sensation: the thick plug in her ass, the restraints, the hurting clamps, and the ever-present threat of the whip in her mouth. He watched her, teasing her clit with a deft, light touch.

“Control, baby. When it feels too good, think about that whip in your mouth, and how it’s going to hurt on your pussy. You think about that.”

Not helping
, she wanted to yell at him.
You’re not helping at all.

He picked up the pink vibrator. It was slim with a curved edge, a cute little thing. A cute little horrible torture toy. He started the timer on his phone and flicked on the vibe with a flourish. “Eight minutes and forty-eight seconds.”

Ha
, thought Petra.
More like thirty seconds. But if you want to keep up this farce...

As soon as he touched the vibrator to her clit, her body started moving. Trembling, tensing, undulating. She felt sharp tugs at her nipples but it wasn’t enough to dull the arousing sensation of the vibrator. She twisted her hips, tiny movements impeded by the leather waist belt. Her attempts at evasion were useless. He circled her clit, observing her torment with a faint smile on his face.
Evil, evil, evil...

When her legs started kicking, he turned it off. He put it aside and shoved three fingers inside her pussy. She was soaking wet, drowning in her own juices. He drew his fingers out and licked them, then shoved them in again. He finger-fucked her a few times and then withdrew them, pressing them in her mouth this time, beneath the handle of the whip.

She licked them eagerly. Any time spent sucking on his fingers was time without the vibrator. She swirled her tongue around the tips, flicking them, mimicking a blowjob. His eyes widened. His cock was purple-hard as he fisted it.

“Be careful,” he said. “Don’t tease.” He pressed against the flange of the anal plug, then eased it slowly in and out…in and out. She tensed, which made it hurt worse. She couldn’t help thinking how it would feel if he fucked her there, if it was his cock moving in and out of her instead of the tapered toy. Her gaze dropped to his thick length. She’d never thought it possible, but now... No. God, no. He was too big for her.

When she looked back at him, she knew he’d read her thoughts. “If you want it, just ask,” he said. “If you want me to fuck your little virgin asshole.”

She shook her head, the whip shifting in her mouth.

He picked up the vibrator again. With a glance at the clock, he said cheerfully, “Only five minutes to go. See? Control. You can do this.”

Was he going to let her do it? Because she knew the control was all his. He would decide if she succeeded or failed. She steeled herself not to come.

“Is okay,” he said, placing the buzzing tip against her clit. “Take deep breaths.”

Deep breaths weren’t going to help. The vibrator set off reactions she couldn’t control. Her breasts throbbed and her nipples taunted her with sharp, tugging pains. Her ass clenched around the plug in intermittent pulses as her legs strained against his hands. Her pelvis ached, heavy with arousal. Within seconds, she was going to fall over the cliff into orgasm. Unless he turned the vibrator off, she was lost.

She began to shake her head violently. “No,” she begged behind the whip. “No, no, no.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he murmured.

She tried to twist her hips away and got a good strong nipple tug for her troubles. He looked over at the clock. “Three minutes, thirty-two seconds,” he said. “Think of other things. Don’t come.”

Just before she reached the point of no return, he switched off the evil toy and cupped her pussy. “You think you might make it?” He grinned at her and then nipped her clit with his teeth. She wailed in protest. “What? You don’t like when I taste your pussy? I can’t help it.”

She shuddered, restrained and burning with arousal, as he teased her exact point of destruction with his warm, agile tongue. She heard the vibrator click on and then she felt both sensations, the tugs and flicks of his mouth combined with the buzzing stimulation of the vibrator. In an instant, it was all over. She gave a cry, a furious, frustrated cry, and surrendered to orgasm. Her whole body shook in violent pleasure to the accompaniment of her blood beating in her veins. Her wail died to breathless moans and then silence as her limbs jerked through the intense climax. She heard the vibrator click off.

“Oh, no,” he said in feigned disappointment. “So close. You almost did it.”

She spit out the whip. “You were never going to let me do it. You— You cheated. You’re a cheater.”

He turned the flange of the plug, then reached to take off the nipple clamps. “Five extra strokes for calling me a cheater when you are the naughty one here.”