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M y chest heaves as I slowly drift back from that blinding precipice of pleasure. Christ, this fucking man. I’m almost certain I’d melt into a puddle right here if he ever forced me to admit just how bloody amazing his fingers feel buried knuckle-deep inside me.

A rough groan pierces the buzzing in my ears as Arius withdraws his digits with agonising slowness. My lashes flutter, gaze drawn to those slick fingers glistening with my arousal. Before I can so much as part my lips on a whimper, the calloused pad of his middle finger traces the plump swell.

“Open up for me, srdie?ko,” he rumbles, the rich timbre igniting fresh sparks low in my belly.

Swallowing thickly, I comply without hesitation—parting my lips to allow that digit to dip past in a tantalising caress. A guttural moan vibrates up from my chest as I swirl my tongue over the musky flavour coating his skin. Christ, even the taste of my own desperation sends little spikes through my nerves.

Why do I love this feeling?

Too soon, Arius withdraws the slick offering. I whine my displeasure, eyes fluttering open to find him sucking my essence from his index finger with blatant relish. The smouldering heat in his stare has my thighs clenching reflexively around his hips as liquid desire pools anew.

With a low growl, Arius shifts—untangling our legs to curl his calves beneath him before leveraging upright onto his knees. I gasp at the abrupt repositioning, instinctively winding my limbs around his narrow waist to avoid being dislodged from my perch atop those powerful thighs.

One large palm flattens against the small of my back, cradling me close as Arius leans forward. I suck in a sharp inhale at the first brush of crisp linen against my bare skin, eyelids drooping low as he settles me back against the plush bedding with exquisite care.

No sooner does the molten length of his erection abandon where it had been nestled snugly against my pussy, and I’m already mourning the loss of that delicious friction. Parted lips work uselessly as I fight the urge to demand he fill me with more than just those wicked fingers.

“Stay,” Arius commands in a low rasp as he disentangles his powerful frame from mine.

I frown despite the thread of steel woven through that single utterance, brow furrowing in silent query. “Wha—”

“Hush, .”

The words crack like a whipshot in the weighted quiet, effectively stilling my tongue. Pupils blow wide at the brusque rebuke, my tongue instinctively swallowing back any further dissent. Because the tent currently straining against his slacks promises there’s so much more delicious depravity yet to come.

Unable to resist drinking in every shift of lean muscle and hard plane, I openly ogle Arius as he pulls open the nightstand. My breath hitches as he retrieves some gleaming length of chain from the drawer, dark eyes narrowing infinitesimally as his smouldering gaze sweeps over my prone form.

“Strip down for me.”

The command sears through my lust-fogged consciousness, drawing forth an involuntary shiver that has every nerve ending sparking to taut awareness. My chest rises and falls with shallow pants as I regard the metal links dangling from Arius’ loose grip, suddenly uncertain I should actually obey this time. Just this once…

Plush bedding rasps against my skin as I arch my spine to shimmy the scrap of clothing over my hips. Shorts and camisole quickly puddle somewhere at the foot of the mattress, leaving me utterly bared to Arius’ molten perusal. A heady flush tingles across my cheekbones at the ravenous cast darkening those mercurial depths to anthracite.

Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth, I resist the instinct to cover myself beneath that weighty inspection. Instead, I force my thighs to spread in blatant invitation—skin glistening with the results of my earlier shattering release.

Arius rumbles an appreciative curse, metallic links clinking as one palm sweeps down over the ridges of his abdomen. My breath hitches as he makes quick work of each button marching up his shirtfront, the fabric gaping to reveal tanned, toned musculature.

A tremor ripples through me as that broad chest gradually comes into view. Smatters of ink peek from beneath the open plackets before the material gets tugged free in a rustle of fabric. My nails dig furrows into the rumpled bedding, thighs unconsciously clenching around nothing as lean hips roll in an achingly slow grind to shuck those tailored slacks over sharp hipbones.

Sweet fucking Christ, this man is practically a work of art chiselled from granite and sin. Da Vinci himself would be in awe…

I just want to keep falling…

Arius’ smirk curves a fraction deeper as my ogling grows more blatant, one dark brow arching when my gaze inevitably drops to the naked cock jutting thick and rigid from his groin. My mouth abruptly waters at the sight, tongue tracing my lower lip as I drink in the tantalising display mere inches away.

Because holy hell, I’d almost forgotten about the piercings adorning that glorious length in my lust-addled state. A series of metallic barbells trail the thick underside, curved around the girth to create a cradle, culminating in a Prince Albert skewering the swollen head. Each shift of corded muscle highlights the reflective flash of those obscene embellishments in mouth-wateringly vivid detail.

Arius lets out a low groan as I swallow audibly around a fresh surge of desire, one knee sinking into the yielding mattress to settle more firmly beside my hip. Sleek links rasp intimately against my feverish skin as they trail down my abdomen, allowing me to make out the details of his tool at last.

Nipple clamps. Of fucking course this sadist bastard would introduce those into our depravity. Tethered to the central ring are three segments, a teardrop clamp dangling from each with obvious intent.

I whimper, despite myself, as Arius reaches up to palm one tender breast, eyes fluttering shut behind thick lashes. His tongue darts out, pink tip swirling over my stiffening nipple before those plush lips seal around the rigid bud. His mouth suckles with exquisite leisure, a fresh rush of arousal dampening my apex at the sharp edge of sensation hovering so close to discomfort.

I’m not scared to jump… Push me over…

That sinful mouth releases me on a wet pop, his breath scorching my flushed skin as he drags the clamp into place. Wicked teeth nip at swollen flesh while he adjusts the tension with expert twists, the bite of serrated metal making me tremble against the urgent need to writhe away from that bitter edge.

Molten eyes crack open, gleaming with undisguised hunger as he regards my barely-parted lips. “Too much already, srdie?ko?” Arius taunts silkily, thumb grazing the underside of my breast in a soothing caress. “We’ve only just begun, though…”

With that dark promise hanging between us, he dips his head once more to lavish the same exquisite torment on my other nipple. The sharp sting of that second clamp snapping into place has me sucking my lower lip between my teeth hard enough to taste copper. Arius growls his approval, tongue flicking the line where pain blurs into ecstasy as the chain linking both clamps settles along my sternum with a soft rasp.

I pant harshly as that nimble mouth abandons my sore peaks, hands fisting in the bedding when the red ring attached to the chain gives an experimental tug. Shuddering, I clamp my jaw to stifle a whimper. Because I already know there’s no hope of meeting that fiery challenge burning in Arius’ midnight regard.

Please… Make me jump…

My muscles go rigid at the distinct sensation of cold metal nestling against my heated flesh. There’s no mistaking what that final chain is meant for—the cold clamp caressing my throbbing pearl as Arius adjusts the jaws open with excruciating care between his thumb and index finger.

A frantic whimper spills unbidden from my lips, thighs tensing in a futile attempt to instinctively squirm away from the impending torment. Arius immediately growls a warning, free hand snapping up to wrap vice-like around my throat.

“Keep. Fucking. Still, ,” he rasps, thumb digging into the thrumming pulse with just the right pressure to make my head swim. “Or I’ll stop this right bloody now… Leave you a whimpering… needy … wreck. Unsated. Craving… Greedy. ”

My chest heaves with shallow pants, every nerve afire beneath the agonising threat implicit in his low rumble. I want that. I want to be greedy. I want him to leave me grasping for a handhold in the darkness he so effortlessly offers. Scrambling for any stability just to feel safe within the hurricane.

I want him to draw me into the eye, to shelter me. I want the tidal wave to crash me against the rocks of his psyche, to splinter and break under his devotion. And yet, every muscle screams, protesting this cataclysmic alteration; my brain battling against itself in a futile attempt to understand this tectonic shift.

Fuck… I want to just keep falling…

My rigid muscles relax into liquid submission—permitting no further retreat from the exquisite violation he’s meticulously arranging.

Satisfied with my capitulation, Arius eases the pressure constricting my airflow. Yet his palm remains a heavy, scalding brand against the column of my throat as he leans in to slant his mouth over mine. The kiss is shockingly gentle despite his brutal dominion, his plush lips moving with exquisite tenderness in stark juxtaposition to the iron grip pinning me in place.

It’s a dichotomy I don’t understand. Anguish and euphoria. Heaven and hell. Submission versus domination. He holds so much power but so do I. His ecstasy is my agony, my ecstasy his agony; each of us feeding off the other in a symbiotic loop. How can one even begin to untangle such a maelstrom of mental hoops to put it into words?

Just as my lashes begin drifting low, body arching instinctively into his solid frame, Arius pulls back with a rasp of indrawn breath. Quicksilver blazes with naked hunger, lips curving into a wicked smirk as he releases my throat in favour of trailing calloused fingertips down the valley between my breasts. Over the slight swell of my abdomen. Further still, until his knuckles graze the swollen juncture of my thighs with electric friction.

“Spread those thighs for me… please,” he breathes, voice dropping an octave into a resonant bass that has my cunt clenching greedily around nothing.

I whimper inarticulately but obey the unspoken demand, splaying my knees wider in a blatant display of submission. Of want, pure and unvarnished, for whatever fresh torments he has planned to visit upon my traitorous form.

Is it treachery when I yearn for that worship?

Arius lets out a gruff noise of approval from deep in his throat, the sound vibrating straight to my core as he shifts lower… slinking his way down my abdomen… down… until he dips his head to lave his tongue through my saturated labia. A guttural moan rumbles over sensitised nerves, his rich timbre reverberating through the space in a bone-deep caress that has me canting my hips mindlessly off the bedding.

“Christ… you taste so fucking good,” he rasps before delving back in with avid hunger. That wicked tongue swirls through every secret crevice and dip, drinking me down with audible relish until I’m reduced to a shuddering, whimpering mess in his wake.

Pulling away briefly, his husky tone vibrates over my clit, “I want to drown in it… Worship at your altar for eternity…”

My back bows convulsively off the pillows when Arius clamps the final teardrop around my clit—twisting the tension until tears prickle at the corners of my eyes from that razor-sharp border between agony and rapture. Just as I prepare to wail out my anguish, the breath strangles in my throat at the sudden, blissful reprieve as he loosens the clamp fractionally.

Panting harshly, I sag bonelessly back against the bedding. Every nerve crackles with renewed sensitivity in the aftermath of that brief flirtation with torment—heightening my awareness of the chains now bisecting my body in gleaming lengths. Each shallow inhale causes the metal links to shift and rasp intimately against my superheated skin, rousing a fresh flutter of arousal in my belly.

A ragged whine parts my lips as Arius reaches up to hook one finger beneath the central ring nestled in the hollow of my sternum. With a low hum of approval, he gives the chain a gentle tug—sending a ripple of sensation scattering through my limbs that leaves me arching clean off the mattress in a taut bow. Plump thighs clench uselessly around empty air as all three clamps apply simultaneous pressure, the resulting blend of sensations perilously close to shattering every last vestige of composure.

Arius chuckles darkly at my purely visceral response, applying his palm to the quivering plane of my abdomen. With slow, implacable force, he pushes me back down against the tangled bedding, pinning me flat whilst maintaining that delicious tension upon the chains.

“To je moja dobrá diev?a,” he purrs, thumb rubbing idle circles over my hip as I writhe and whimper beneath his sadistic torment. “Len sa polo? a nechaj ma po?u? tie pekné kurvené zvuky, ktoré tak ve?mi milujem…”

My breath catches in my throat as Arius utters those foreign syllables—the rich, guttural tones dripping from his lips like honey. I haven’t the faintest clue what he just said, but holy hell, the way that thick accent curls around each consonant has a new rush of arousal pooling slick between my thighs.

The more worked up he grows, the thicker that captivating lilt becomes. It’s damn near impossible to pick up the accent when Arius speaks English. But fuck me, when those same consonants and vowels blend into that intoxicating Slovak cadence… it’s like a physical caress ghosting over my flushed skin.

Arius allows the chains to slacken once more, their weight dragging cold links across my sensitised flesh as he leans over to retrieve something from the nightstand drawer. My brow furrows quizzically as he pops the cap on a small bottle of lubricant, only for one dark brow to arch in silent challenge at my confused expression.

“Trust me, láska,” he rumbles, pewter eyes glinting with dark promise. “You’ll be thanking me for using this later.”

A tremor shivers down my spine at the implicit vow laced through those innocuous words. Before I can muster a response, Arius has already dribbled a small pool of lube into his palm and capped the bottle once more with a deft flick of his thumb. The container gets set aside with a dull thunk as his full focus returns to me—pinning me in place beneath that smouldering stare like a butterfly transfixed to corkboard.

My lashes flutter low as Arius drags his slick fingers between the flushed seam of my labia, parting that velvet cleft with tantalising leisure. A muffled sound catches in the back of my throat when he dips just the tip of one digit inside, dragging it in one slow, firm swipe over that hypersensitive bundle of nerves on my front wall, thumb dragging over my clamped clit in unison.

The bolt of sensation lancing up my spine has me arching clean off the mattress in a full-body shudder, back bowed taut as my fingers knot in the sheets. Arius growls wordless approval from where he’s leaned back on his haunches, taking himself firmly in hand to slick that pierced length with lube and my own copious arousal.

It feels like I’m moving in slow motion… everything stalled in blossoming glimpses of a photograph being developed. Every stroke of his cock is a new threat. Every breath from his lungs a new benediction.

My lips part around a shaky exhale as he shifts closer once more, one knee sinking into the plush bedding beside my hip. I can’t tear my eyes away as every sinuous shift of corded muscle draws fresh attention to the intricate artwork winding its way up Arius’ arms and chest in swirling patterns of preternatural detail.

Grotesque faces twisted in silent screams seem to leer from amidst the smoky vortex of blackwork ink—some clawing wildly at their own eyes as flesh melts away beneath delicate lines. It’s a true marvel of artistry despite the disturbing subject matter. Beautiful and tormented in equal measure, just like the man himself.

It feels like drowning… gazing into those anguished eyes. Stirring up emotions I didn’t even know existed. There’s no way for me to draw breath when pinned beneath the utter beauty of the way those inky whorls coalesce into an utter masterpiece of shattering self-destruction.

Any further contemplation scatters as Arius leans farther over me, free hand braced above my head as those mercurial depths blaze into mine. “Want me to cover these up, srdie?ko?”

I swallow hard around the knot of sudden nerves, shaking my head in a minute negative. My teeth snag my lower lip as I hold that stormy stare, refusing to flinch from whatever dark promise those orbs harbour.

Arius simply hums an approving rumble, callused knuckles grazing my cheekbone in a shockingly tender caress. Then his free hand is curving beneath the swell of my arse, lifting my hips up and off the mattress with implacable strength. I whine inarticulately at the abrupt shift, instinctively trying to brace the balls of my feet against the bed to support my own weig—

A vicious snarl has my eyes flying wide, the sound utterly devoid of humanity. In one brutal motion, Arius wrenches my legs further apart and hauls me even higher against his hips, pinning me totally at his mercy.

“Don’t. Fucking. Do that,” he bites out, each word bitten off like shards of glass against my flushed skin.

Sweet fucking Christ, this man is going to shatter every last scrap of sanity I have left into a million fragments—and damn me to hell, but I want him to. I crave the devastation only Arius can deliver with ruthless precision.

Chest heaving with ragged pants, I force every muscle to go lax despite the desperation thrumming through my limbs. A low whine parts my lips as the swollen pearl of my clit drags deliciously over that pierced steel, the tip of Arius’ cock notching my entrance in a fleeting tease.

“That’s my good girl,” he croons against the hollow of my throat, tongue laving over my wildly pounding carotid. My lashes flutter at the dark honeyed endearment, cunt clenching greedily around nothing as I pray he’ll finally—

I let out a strangled cry as Arius wastes no time sinking that glorious cock into my dripping cunt. Sweet fucking Christ, he’s somehow bigger than I remember—stretching me deliciously wide as each barbaric inch spears past my clenching entrance.

The ridged bars trailing his thick underside scrape over every sensitive nerve in maddening succession. Each one forces my velvet walls to bloom open a fraction more, granting only a split-second’s relief before the next brutal ridge follows in its wake. One… two… five… fuck, all seven of those wicked barbells leaving me utterly impaled by the time Arius finally bottoms out with a muttered curse.

I whine high in my throat as the swollen head notches against my cervix, inner muscles fluttering in frantic spasms around the obscene girth. Hips hitching mindlessly, I paw at the broad expanse of Arius’ chest, nails scoring lines of crimson as I cling to him like a bloody lifeline.

Powerful thighs tense beneath my hips as Arius hauls my lower body flush against his pelvis. The action drags that Prince Albert in a shallow grind over my distended front wall, igniting fireworks behind my screwed-shut eyelids. Each microscopic shift sends jolts of electric rapture ricocheting along my nerve endings, coaxing my cunt to flutter greedily around its thick invader.

A wounded sound punches from my parted lips as I rock my hips in aborted thrusts, silently begging Arius for more. Harder, deeper—anything to ease the unbearable ache radiating from my core. He shudders against me, the movement transmitting through that girthy steel to jolt straight to my womb. A low rumble reverberates from Arius’ chest as his fingers tighten around my hip, my thighs splaying wider limply.

Then he’s withdrawing in one sinuous glide, the pierced crown tugging at my clinging walls until only the bulbous tip remains sheathed within my pussy. I moan softly, head tossing against the pillows as my body instinctively rebels against the loss of that delicious stretch and fullness.

Only to be silenced a heartbeat later when Arius snaps his hips forward in a punishing thrust. My back bows off the mattress as he sheathes himself home once more, cunt convulsing around the thick impalement with unbridled greed. That first stroke nearly shatters what little self-control I possess, mouth dropping open in a silent scream of rapture.

“Srdie?ko,” Arius growls from above me, ratcheting my pounding pulse to even greater heights, leaving me lightheaded and dizzy. “Hold on to something. Because by the time I’m done, you’ll be nothing left but a quivering heap in my bed.”

True to his dark promise, Arius gradually establishes a relentless cadence—rolling his hips in calculated snaps to bury that ridged steel as deep as my body will permit. Each merciless stroke scrapes over my spongy front wall, coaxing forth a litany of whimpers and moans that only seem to embolden his ruthless assault. Because the deeper he plunges, the more that tantalising Prince Albert grinds into those excruciatingly sensitive nerves along my front wall.

I fist handfuls of the rumpled sheets in a white-knuckled grip to anchor myself against the onslaught, spine bowing clean off the mattress as my cunt instinctively tightens around the delectable friction pistoning in and out. Every indrawn breath fans the flames licking higher inside me, stoking the conflagration into an inferno that quickly spirals beyond my control.

My thighs tremor violently around Arius’ pistoning hips, muscles straining as I struggle to keep my legs splayed wide enough to grant him unimpeded access to claim me in full. Each aborted clench of my pussy has that crown tugging deliciously at my swollen entrance on the outstroke, leaving me suspended in breathless torment at being denied the depth I so desperately crave.

Arius doesn’t seem inclined to grant me any quarter anytime soon, judging by the harsh pants escaping his parted lips. Instead, his grip tightens further on my upthrust haunches to better leverage the power behind each merciless snap. His chest heaves on every stroke, the rasp of sweat-slicked skin moulding us closer with each collision of our forms.

What little higher brain function remains rapidly dissolves into a series of raw, visceral urges—to cant my hips higher, to clench around that brutal impalement until I’m utterly split open and stuffed full to bursting. To scream and sob and beg Arius for whatever depraved release this cruel torment is baiting me towards. Fuck, I’d do anything in this moment just to—

“F-Fuck… Srd-Srdie?ko… Come for me. Fuck, let me feel it.”

The guttural command sears through the crimson haze of lust shrouding my consciousness like a thunderbolt. I suck in a shuddering gasp, muscles clenching convulsively around the thick cock currently ploughing me open over and over. Because Arius didn’t just utter an order to be obeyed—no, that silken bass contained the full weight of a plea borne from the need to be shattered.

Suddenly, the tenuous grasp I’d maintained on my spiralling desire snaps like a taut elastic giving way. Every rigid muscle abruptly unwinds as the full force of my orgasm slams into me with bone-rattling intensity. My cunt spasms viciously around that pierced girth still relentlessly tunnelling in and out, walls pulsating in sharp staccato burst as my climax detonates like a fucking supernova.

A fractured scream rips free from my raw throat, back arching into an impossible curve as sensation obliterates every synapse in a blinding whiteout of pleasure. Every trembling nerve ending vibrates in excruciating ecstasy, body slicked with a fresh sheen of sweat as the muscles low in my core continue to rigour and release in manic flutters. Wave after crashing wave of rapture swamps my senses, leaving me adrift in a maelstrom of sensation from which I may never manage to surface.

Distantly, my own hitched sobs echo in my ears as Arius continues to plough through my spasming depths without reprieve. The pierced steel incessantly dragging over my distended nerves only exacerbates the tsunami rolling through my form in endless undulations. Every raw scrape and grind sends a fresh tremor juddering up my spine, skin prickling with goosebumps as fresh peaks of pleasure slam into me before the previous ones have even begun to crest.