Page 7 of Bottoms Up (Mythic Beast #4)

Nipples shocked and crushed, a vicious sting, jolts racing through me like lightning, pain spiked straight to my spine and ricocheted down to my dick.

I begged. “Please don’t, Sir! No! Fuck ! Please have mercy!”

But there was no mercy today. He froze me, locking my body in place, and took his time with the next part — a slow, deliberate cruelty I think the long-lived must specialize in.

He moved the e-stim clamps just behind my nipples, and then put the screw-down kind directly on my nipples, and proceeded to screw them tighter and tighter, millimeter by millimeter until tears flowed from my eyes again.

My chest was a battlefield of fire, agony, and electric torment — and I loved him so fucking much for giving this to me. For knowing how to break me without breaking anything that mattered.

And then my wonderfully sadistic Sir balanced a steel device between my breasts, and he looped the ends of the screwed-tight clamp chains over the bars of the device.

He made sure it was good and secure between my breasts, and then he oh-so-slowly turned a knob that increased the length of the pole sticking up from my chest.

I could feel his eyes on me, watching my face, my tits, completely enraptured with my pain, with our connection as he inexorably turned a small dial, making the pole rise centimeter by cruel centimeter, pulling the clamps away from my body, stretching my swollen, tortured nipples while the e-stim shocked the ever-loving fuck out of them.

My body quivered and trembled, every breath shallow, waiting for the next jolt that would tear yet another scream from my throat.

Julian leaned in, his voice quiet, that infuriatingly sweet, calm tenor slicing right through my brain.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you squirm and scream while I shock your dick later, too.”

* * * *

Julian

I flogged her tits while they were stretched far into the air, and as I’d promised, when I finally took everything off of them, her nipples were a deep, deep red, and the skin of her breasts a bright, satisfying crimson.

Well, satisfying for me, anyway.

I eased an e-stim cock ring into place, turned it to the wave pattern that works best for Silver’s dick, and flogged his granite-hard cock until he was beyond frantic from the overwhelming sensations — his voice lower, scent more masculine, screams coming just as fast and furious but different .

Torture his dick and he turns into my boy, full stop. Raw, masculine need, and fuck , I love playing with that line, nudging my Silver back and forth, torturing one body part at a time, shifting the balance until he forgets where the edges are.

When he’d had enough of this stage, I turned the TENS off but left it connected to the cock ring — I was about to start biting all over my Silver’s lovely body, and I didn’t want to get shocked.

Equal parts pain and pleasure for this part, so I started by injecting my pleasurable venom into the inside of his thigh, inches from Silver’s beautiful cunt and dick. I let the first rush hit, heard the gasp and then long, low moan, and I struck the side of his cock, flooding him with pure pain.

There were no sounds yet, not while he was inundated with agony from my venom, and I turned him over and settled his torso on a bolster, forcing him onto all fours so I could change my focus.

The screams finally arrived, the initial shock of the pain dealt with, and now the understanding that the acid I’d injected into his veins wouldn’t fade with time.

His body jerked as much as possible with every scream, his body frozen in place again, but I saw and scented every sensation flooding through him.

I crammed my dick into her pussy from behind, as deep as I could without hurting her, and pumped fast and hard without pause.

Without warning, I turned the TENS back on, and then struck the side of her neck — and drank a good six ounces from my lovely Silver.

Pain, pleasure, and so much arousal, I savored the spicy-sweet flavor of her blood, and my dick went even harder at the through-the-roof levels of lust.

I injected even more arousal, and her cries cracked, the arousal reaching the same levels as the massive amount of pain I’d taken my time layering onto both her nerve endings and her psyche.

Her screams were of pleasure mixed with pain now, and her scent told the same tale. Fuck , but my Silver enjoys the effects of my bite.

I fucked her through orgasm after orgasm, which I later learned she saw as a single twenty-minute climax, because that’s how long this part lasted.

Because I was feeling particularly sadistic, I leaned in and bit her again, but didn’t drink this time — I merely injected a cocktail that would keep her from finding release again until I decided otherwise, holding her right on the edge until I deemed her crazy enough with need.

I had some lube handy, so I slicked her hole, ran my hand down the length of my cock to coat it, and then pushed into her ass in one hard, brutal thrust—no warning, no easing in.

Silver needs that from me, spreading her open without pause when she’s this far into it — raw and hungry. She can’t handle it without extreme arousal, but going in slow would just piss her off when she’s like this.

And sure, sometimes I do it just to show her I’ll do whatever I want because I can, but today wasn’t about dominance games or reminders of control.

Today was about giving her everything .

I’d been so worried while she was off with Mordecai. I needed to make her feel good. Needed to feel her again—every inch of her, every scream, every moan, every clench of her muscles around me.

* * * *

Silver

Julian has more power over me during sex than anyone else ever has. Even the people I gave full twenty-four/seven power to. He reaches into my brain and rewires it. Bends my body around need and pain and pleasure until I don’t know where I am. Who I am. Just what he makes of me.

Sometimes, his bite sends me flying straight into orgasm. Other times, it drowns me in arousal so deep I can’t breathe, can’t beg, can’t find the way out until he lets me, until he bites me again and catapults me into a release that leaves me dizzy and spent. Wrung out.

Right now, I was past thought, past control, and wound up so tight I was in danger of self-combusting if he didn’t let me find release, but there was no mercy in my Sir on this day.

He fucked my ass like a madman while the damned cock ring on my dick shocked me on some kind of rotating random torment loop — a cruel wave of mild zaps, a sharp spike, long-and-buzzing-waves, sharp spike, sharp spike, sharp spike, mild zap, sharp spike.

My cock was like marble against the bolster, grinding with every thrust, and I was terrified I’d come without permission. I couldn’t stop rubbing against the towel beneath me. I was seconds from making a mess.

“I need a condom, Sir!” I shouted, desperate. “I’m gonna—”

He pulled out of my ass without warning, lifted me like I weighed nothing, shoved a towel beneath me, then slammed back into my ass just as fast. No pause. No mercy.

“I don’t think you’re as close as you think, but that should take care of it if you are.”

I tried to relax and let the orgasm loose. God, I tried — I clenched, relaxed, visualized the small spasms starting — but it stayed out of reach. Taunting me.

“Damn it!” I shouted, and Sir moved one of his hands to my back, caressed it a few seconds, a moment of tenderness before he gripped my hipbone again, his hips continuing to piston.

“Poor little pasticcina , can’t find release again until her mean vampire bites her.”

Now he was calling me a sweet pastry, another of his favorite terms — I guess since he likes drinking from me so much.

He’d originally told me it meant cupcake, but I found out later it’s technically a pastry, which I suppose is the Italian version of a cupcake, so close enough. Something he wants to devour.

I screamed again when his cock hit a spot deep inside me, the one that made me see stars. Everything was too much — stretched, shocked, filled, denied. Every nerve ending raw and desperate.

“Please, Sir! So fucking horny! Please help me! Please let me come!”

“When I’m good and done with you, stellina , and not a moment before.”

His little star, and I’m pretty sure that’s a play on words. It’s an Italian term of endearment, sure, but in this case, he says I’m an American pop star, so I’m pretty sure he means it both ways.

I wanted to cry from how much I loved him in that moment.

“Please, Sir!”

“Oh, you beg so pretty, il tesoro . Tell me how badly you need to find release.”

“Please let me come, Sir! I’ll go crazy if I can’t!”

“Crazy with lust, mon trésor , just the way I like you.”

My whole world narrowed to the relentless pounding of his cock, the throb of overstimulation from the TENS, the unbearable heat curling low in my gut. I couldn’t hold back the sounds anymore. I couldn’t hold anything.

And then he leaned in.

I felt the pierce of his fangs in my shoulder this time — none of his anesthetic venom this time, he clearly wanted me to feel every millimeter of fangs entering me, taking me, drinking me. Deep pulls, slow and greedy, draining my lifeblood straight from my body into his.

My body seized, not from pain, but from surrender.

This . This was the thing that undid me. Not his cock. Not the shocks. Not even the stretch of my raw, used ass.

It was this .

The ultimate penetration, into a fucking artery, and then being consumed.

I wasn’t just his lover.

I was his feast.

It’s invasion, conquest, subjugation to the most extreme.

And then his venom changed. Twisted. Turned my entire body inside out.

It hit my bloodstream like a detonation — orgasms igniting through every hole I had, lighting me up from inside.

Pussy clenching, dick jerking, ass spasming around him.

I screamed so loud I tasted copper. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see.

Every cell was pleasure. I was more heat than flesh. More scream than self.