Page 160 of Malicious Claim

"Yes, Makros." The reply stayed locked in her head, unheard but echoing in her mind.

She had been gagged for a while now, and spit dribbled from her mouth.

"You're drooling. Good."

He spat on her face and breast, his hands smearing the wetness over her skin, leaving it glistening. Then, without warning, he squeezed her breast hard. The pressure, combined with the tight rope encircling it, sent a sharp pulse straight through her body, igniting every nerve.

The silence sharpened everything—the creak of his boots against the floor, the deliberate way he moved around her.

He returned to the array of tools, fingers grazing over them before selecting a cat o' nine tails. Leila's gaze landed on the whip with its nine knotted lashes, watching it warily.

Makros stretched the lashes in his hand, and they snapped with a sharp crack. She flinched instinctively, and his lips curled into a satisfied smile.

The first strike kissed across her back, a teasing caress before the next landed with more force. She gasped against the gag, her body jolting forward, only to be held firm by the ropes binding her in place. The pain wasn't unbearable—just enough to make her pulse race.

Makros circled her, dragging the lashes over her skin, letting the anticipation coil tighter inside her. Then he struck again—her thighs this time. The inside. Closer to her pussy.

Her muffled moan was met with a dark chuckle.

"Look at you," he mused. "Already trembling."

Leila clenched her fingers, willing herself to stay still in defiance of his words. But how could she? With the tightness of the restraints digging into her skin, the heat blooming where the whip had kissed her, and the way her body ached and craved for more.

Makros left her again, only to return with a pair of alligator clamps. His cool fingers traced over her nipples, pinching justenough to make her jolt. Then, with slow precision, he clipped them on, the serrated edges biting into her sensitive flesh.

She groaned against the gag, her back arching as the sharp pinch sent a jolt straight to her core. Makros hummed in approval, rolling the pads of his thumbs over the clamps, testing her reaction.

"You take everything so well," he murmured. "But we're not done."

The whip came down again—faster, harder, striking her ass, her thighs, her back. Everywhere except where she wanted him most. Her body burned, not just from the heat of the strikes but from the sheer intensity of his control.

She was helpless. And she loved it. Makros stepped closer, pressing his palm between her legs. He groaned softly, feeling just how soaked she was.

"Desperate already?" His fingers teased, tracing but never pushing inside.

She whined, shifting against the restraints, trying to press into his touch.

Makros laughed, slow and cruel. "Not yet, pet. I haven't had my fun."

Then he pulled back, leaving her panting, aching.

A mechanical whir filled the air.

Leila's breath hitched as she saw what he had set before her. The automatic thrusting dildo machine. This was nothing like the vibrator he'd used before. This would tear her pussy open.

She was in a new kind of trouble. And yet, she was ready.

Makros adjusted the machine, testing its speed with a flick of his wrist. The dildo pumped steadily, each movement precise, controlled. His gaze flickered back to her, bound and waiting, her body trembling with anticipation.

"You see this, pet?" He dragged the head of the toy over her swollen folds, not pushing in, just teasing. "You're going to take it all. Every inch."

Leila's muffled whimper sent a shiver down his spine. He pressed the tip against her entrance, circling, watching as her hips instinctively tried to follow the movement.

"Look at you," he mused, his voice thick with amusement. "Already so greedy."

He pressed a button. The machine whirred to life.

The first thrust was slow, a measured push inside her soaked heat. Then another. Her body stretched around the intrusion, the burn mixing with pleasure as it filled her, pushed deeper.