easy too soon?
“What’s the matter, cara? Too much for you?” Damiano’s voice taunts behind me.
Gritting my teeth, I shove my ass out. “That all you got, old man?”
He pauses behind me. I can almost feel the wheels turning in his brain. “Old man? Did she just call me old man?”
“I believe she did, ol’ chap,” Adrian responds before entering my line of sight in front of me. With his face partially hidden by the wood in front me, he looks every inch a villain set to devour me. I go to pull away from him, only to hit Damiano’s chest with my back.
“No, no, bellissima. You won’t get away that easily.”
I feel him nod behind me and hold my breath, nervous about whatever Adrian is about to do. I don’t have to wait long. After just a few breaths, a white hot pain sears my nipple. With a gasp, I look down and see a shiny piece of metal clamped on tight, with a chain dangling down from it and another clamp at the other end.
“Breathe, cara. It will go much easier for you if you do,” Damiano says.
Groaning, I try to gulp in air, try to fill my lungs, but every movement from my chest sends sparks of discomfort into my nipple. I feel Damiano behind me, his chest moving in a slow, lazy cadence. With a little bit of effort, I eventually match pace with him.
“See, it’s not so bad, is it, sport?”
I turn my face to glare up at Adrian just as a mirroring shaft of pain shoots through my other nipple.
“Oh god,” I squeak, trying to find that slow breathing rhythm Damiano had earlier.
“Would you like to use your word now?” he asks.
I grind my teeth for a moment, trying to swallow the discomfort and check in with myself. Can I truly handle this? I breathe into it for a moment. It’s not utterly unbearable. In fact, now that I’ve calmed down, the small sparks of pain start transforming into an unbearable ache much lower down. I try to pull my knees together to relieve my growing arousal, however, with my legs shackled apart, it’s very hard to do so.
“I don’t want to give you the satisfaction,” I admit.
“Very well. Adrian, how attached are you to these ropes?”
Adrian kneels down and skims his fingers up my inner thigh. I feel a bit uneasy having him touch me so intimately. My discomfort must be apparent because Damiano soon scowls at him.
“Just visually inspecting the goods; no need to attack. But I will say, these ropes are well and truly fluid bonded with her. She’s soaked them through. The moment they touched her intimately, they belonged to her, but let me assure you, there’s no doubt that they are hers now.” His cool breath fans my lower lips as he chuckles close to me. I squirm in my bonds and try to pull backwards, only to stop short as the pain reignites in my nipples. Looking down, I notice the chain wrapped around the opposite side of the wood, making any movement pull hard on the clamps.
Damiano eases his way around to face me, switching places with Adrian. Before they completely exchange places, I notice Damiano handing a long, thin rod to Adrian.
“You seemed to like how that felt, cara, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of more while I start to have my way with you.”
A jolt of desire shoots through me, sending even more arousal to the one place that everyone seems to be ignoring. With a grin, Damiano scents the air before his lips curl up into a feral smile. Heat blooms across my face. Normally, stuff like this wouldn’t bother me, but him knowing just what effect he’s having on me does fluttery things to my insides.
Before I can dwell too much on that, another slice of pain lights both my ass cheeks on fire. With a yelp, I pull up on my feet, trying to get away from the stinging burn, but as I do so, I pull against the chains on my nipples, sending an equally agonizing burn through my chest and straight to my groin. Groaning, I lie against the wood, trying to catch my breath as Adrian smacks me again with that infernal rod.
This time, I grip the wood as best I can and try to keep my chest still. The fire still rages in my ass but it starts to morph into something else. The pain transforms into liquid