exactly what he thinks of me. I’m a toy that exists for his use, a slave for his lust.
While what happened with Gary and Ben should have softened him to me, earned some measure of respect or trust, if anything, that incident has only cemented what I am in his mind, made him more determined to hurt me.
Why, I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter. All that matters is surviving the darkness he’s bringing down on me.
My throat chokes, my eyes stinging as the helplessness sets in, heavy and shackling. Because there’s nothing else I can do, I lay back down and stare at the ceiling, waiting for the inevitable.
“Smart little thief.” He seizes my knees and jerks me across the mattress until my rear is snug against his thighs. “Put your arms up above your head. Hold the headboard, and don’t move them until I say.”
I reach up and grip the bars of the headboard, not wanting to touch them, yet gripping them like a lifeline.
Once more, Spider leans over me. His head dips, and he licks and sucks one nipple, then the other, bringing them to aching peaks all over again. He sits up and rolls them between his fingers until I’m panting and wriggling.
“Look at me.”
My eyes dart to his. His face is cold and hard, without emotion except for the hungry possession that blazes in his eyes.
A few more tweaks to each nipple, and then he takes one of the little silver clamps between his fingers. He squeezes one end of it, opening the mouth on the other, and slowly closing it onto my left nipple.
The clamp pinches, and the sudden sting is indescribable. I whimper, trying to turn my body away, but he pins my chest down. The bite of pain makes my eyes water.
“Have told you how much I hate you today?” I growl.
“You know it makes me hard as fuck when you say that, right?” He grins. “Relax. I haven’t even tightened them. If I did, it would be a lot worse.”
Lord, I’m a wimp. It hurts this much and he hasn’t tightened them? I have to wonder if it hurts this much only because I’ve never had this done to me before.
“We’re going to start you off slow this time,” he says. “I won’t tighten the screws.”
I don’t want to know what it would feel like if he did.
The pain begins to subside, leaving behind a crazy-making throb that goes all the way between my legs and strokes my clit.
Slowly, Spider rolls the other nipple between his fingers.
Panic rises, and I try to turn away again.
“Stay still. Don’t make this harder on yourself.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and lie still.
Now he pinches my breast between his fingers and closes the clamp around my other nipple.
I make a high keening sound, panting and wriggling.
“Stop being so melodramatic.” But Spider’s eyes gleam, as if he’s drinking in my suffering.
I glare at him, livid.
“You’re so hot when you’re pissed.” His thumb traces my lips, and he growls when my they part in response. He swoops in and devours my mouth, his lips prying mine apart, his tongue thrusting hungrily.
The taste of my musk makes my head swim, makes me wetter. I make an angry sound, gripping the headboard hard. He moans into my mouth, lapping at my lips while his hand shoves between my legs and strums my sopping clit.
Oh, heck. I remember the third clamp, and my head swims with dread. With dread, but the ache he’s stroking between my legs also intensifies.
Rising up, he draws back and takes the third clamp between his fingers.
My chest rises and falls hard.
The biting pain on my nipples has only just subsided to a dull, barely there throb when he spreads my lower lips, strokes my clit until it’s swollen and throbbing. Then he closes the clamp over the nub.
The sensation is strange to say the least. It hurts; I almost curse at the pinch. But the sting also creates a deep, penetrating ache that curls my toes and makes my core feel like it’s on fire.
I can’t figure out if I want to break his jaw or tear his clothes off and somehow make him pound me to release.
At last, Spider crawls off the bed and looks me over, the torturer surveying his handiwork. He makes a growled noise of approval, his eyes blazing. The huge bulge in his pants makes my mouth water, and my sex gets even wetter still.
I haven’t forgotten that there’s a