tied too long, I walked to the lever on the wall and pulled it down. The sound of the mechanism grinding into action rattled up above. After a few seconds the butcher’s hook began to lower her to the bed in the center of the room. She landed on the surface, the rope unrelenting.
Moving to the bed, I slid the hook from its rope catch then and flicked the lever to withdraw it to the ceiling. Not once did the female flinch as I moved around her. Returning to the bed, I lifted my hands and began to slowly untie the rope. A rush of breath came from her mouth. Her freezing body remained motionless as yard by yard I unwrapped the thick rope.
Minutes later when she had been freed, I dropped the rope to the floor. As I turned my attention to the female, I noted the rope burns on her skin, her limbs marked with delves and indents from the tightness of the rope.
Unconsciously, my hands moved. I snapped to attention as I saw them hovering above her back. Clenching my jaw, I ripped them back.
Pulling my shit together, I ordered, “Stretch!”
Her back tensed at the command. Due to the cold, the Georgian’s body was curled in and distorted. To make my new plan work, she had to get back to how she looked before. Felt before I had hurt her.
I hurt her…, the errant thought circled in my head, pulling the ache back to my chest. For a brief second I allowed myself to dislike that I had hurt her, before I pushed it back away.
I hovered behind, but she didn’t move. Leaning forward, I brushed back the long hair from her face, placing my mouth at her ear. Bumps broke out over her rope-burned skin. I felt a flood of warmth inside, knowing my closeness affected her. I knew it wasn’t in attraction, but she didn’t need to find me attractive to come. “Stretch!” I commanded once more.
A low moan sounded from the female’s mouth. Her body shook, but she forced her legs currently curled into her chest to straighten out. Her arms, wrapped awkwardly around her chest, slipped to her sides, her head flopped back on the bed, and her back flattened out on the surface. Eyes closed, she panted through the pain. Though the room remained cold, sweat beaded on her forehead. I knew what her pain felt like.
When Mistress trained me to be her most effective assassin, she made sure that I also experienced suffering through torture. She told me that I needed to know how this felt: the pain, the suffering, and the complete fucking with the subject’s mind. She got off on seeing me in pain. Got off the same way she did when she slashed and tore up my face.
The little Georgian’s rough breathing slowed down. My eyes traveled the length of her beautiful body. Rope burns tracked over the skin, showing exactly where I had caused her the most pain. Leaning over the bed, I noticed that her hands were bent on the surface, fingernails trying to dig into the bed below. But all I could see was soft skin underneath the marks, her full tits, and, of course, her pussy.
Reaching out, I pressed my fingertips lightly on her calf. She jumped under my touch. Her breathing quickened as I swirled my fingertips up over her knee and along the outside of her thigh.
The female, completely still before my exploration, began moving slightly. Her knee bent as I ran my fingertips along her inner thigh and around the side of her cunt. A breathy moan slipped from her mouth and her stomach tensed at the feeling.
I knew it wasn’t pleasure … yet; I knew it was from the unfamiliar touch of a male. I continued my journey over her stomach until I reached the bottom of her tits. I paused, and flicked my gaze to her face. Her cheeks were flushed. Her previously dull eyes were bright with fear.
Poking out my tongue, I ran the tip along the seam of my lips, slow and wet, watching as she watched me with those wide, virgin eyes. The female’s breathing hitched. Resisting the victorious pleasure I was feeling at how quickly she was reacting to my touch, I ghosted my fingertips over the plump flesh of her left breast. Her red nipple hardened into a small firm point. I circled my finger around and around the nipple, watching as pink skin