Page 26 of Executing Malice

The cold air of the basement teases the moisture clinging to my sensitive points. It’s nothing to the clamps snapping into place. The sudden pressure elicits a whimper and my teeth close down on my bottom lip.

“You’ll feel a pinch,” he murmurs gently. “A sting, maybe. Then heat.”

I want to tell him I don’t want this, but terror has paralyzed me and all I can do is lie there as a sharp, white heat spears through my left breast.

I gasp.

I meant to scream, but the air I’d been holding expels in a sharp exhale.

“That’s it,” he soothes, voice huskier now. “Breathe.”

There’s tugging and twisting as he fastens the piercing through. It’s secured with practiced twists. Then abandoned for the next one.

“I got certified specifically for you,” he says as he repeats the steps on the right breast. “I didn’t want anyone else touching you. Seeing you like this. Your body is mine and mine alone.”

“Please...”

I think I’m begging him to stop, but my head is buzzing. My nipple is on fire.

My clit is throbbing.

How am I aroused right now? I can’t possibly be getting turned on by ... by being assaulted. Pierced against my will by a man I can’t even see.

Yet, when he spears the needle through a second time, I moan. My thighs quiver. I am flooded by a rush of liquid pooling across the table beneath me.

“One more,” he says gently. “The one I’m excited for the most.”

The horror of that insinuation has the fuzzy hue of arousal fading to panic. My knees jerk, a feeble attempt to close, but the cuffs dig into the bones of my ankles. Cutting and drawing blood but not stopping the man setting a warm palm on my thrashing thigh.

“Don’t move. I want to do this right.”

The wipe is colder here. Sharper. My swollen, sensitive clit pangs with awareness. My traitorous body arches off the table. Not in protest. Not in fear or denial. It wants to be touched again. Wants his hand to return, to tease until I cum.

What is wrong with me?

The clamp tightens and I shouldn’t like the pressure. The tug. The raw, hot stab.

To my eternal horror ... I cum.

I wail and bow. Break and sob. I come off the table as my entire body seizes with the most violent orgasm I have ever experienced in my life.

I’m still spasming, still shuddering and mewling like a lost kitten while he finishes with the same steady patience.

“Done.” His warm palms clamp down on my thighs and shove them wide so he can take in his handiwork. “You are going to be so sensitive, so aware every time you sit down, every time anything brushes against you, you will be reminded of me.”

I’m on fire.

Every sensitive part of me thrums and I can’t reach to soothe any of it. The cold of the room is doing nothing to help as it licks and teases the wounds. I’m still reeling from the unraveling of my body when he invades, pressing two fingers home through my wet heat.

I snarl through my teeth as the wild swing of pleasure sends me back against the blissfully cold metal. I’m not evenlistening as he speaks. As he says words that melt into the warm goo of pleasure while he flicks a nipple with his tongue, sending sparks of pain and pleasure winding through me.

My body is no longer mine. I have lost all control of it as he plays every string like he knows everything I like. Like he wired me for his own pleasure.

“So tight,” he says, curling his fingers and finding that spot that makes my hips buck violently into his pumps. “But so greedy.” Another flick to my clit. Another deliberate curl of his fingers. I cum apart so fast, I forget how to breathe. “I am going to have so much fun with you,” he taunts as I sag against the table. “You will never leave me again.”

I barely understand a word he’s saying as the world continues to hum between my ears. Sweat slickens my skin, sticking me to the metal slab.

There is a weird sense of release that has nothing to do with the two painfully intense orgasms he’d given me. I don’t understand it, except the rush still courses through me long after he’s uncuffed the steel bracelets. The blindfold remains securely in place even as he gingerly eases me up.