Page 9 of Sweet Torture (Torture Games #1)

SEVEN

GRIFFIN

I wake up alone, with her faint scent still on the pillow.

I inhale deeply and sigh with content. That was one of the best nights’ rest I have ever had.

I brace myself on my elbow and push up to search for her.

There is no sign of her ever being in my room at all.

Balance is restored, except for one thing.

I throw off the covers and attempt to get up.

My body feels broken from the exertion, and my thighs complain when I throw them off the side of the bed.

I circle my shoulders to relieve some of the stiffness.

Then I rub the stiff muscles of my thighs and cuss at my ego.

Looking down, I realize that the rope marks have disappeared.

I turn my wrist around to stare at the unharmed skin in amazement.

I was sure that there would be marks left behind with all the wiggling and struggling I did.

I return to rubbing my overexerted legs .

I should have moved earlier or told her I was done, but something kept me pushing for more.

It might have been pride and the disinclination to fail.

Or it was the anticipation of her next move that kept me frozen in place, ready to accept whatever punishment she deemed fit.

Her luscious lips sucked the ever-loving last fuck I had to give, out of my body.

Gingerly, I rise and scuffle towards the bathroom. Everything is as I left it, and if I hadn’t seen my clothes in a heap on the chair in the corner, I might have mistaken this whole incident as a dream.

But I know she was here. I still feel the tenderness of where she crushed me in her hand.

And honestly, I love feeling the after-effects of her hands on my body.

Not that I would admit that to anyone, certainly not to her.

I rub my unnaturally red tip. It feels like I fucked in a 24-hour marathon, and I can’t say for certain if I won.

I know she broke down my defenses one excruciatingly long lick at a time.

I was mesmerized by the view of my cock disappearing into her throat and seeing the satisfaction in her eyes at every whimper or groan of pleasure I uttered.

I was lost in the pleasure of her promise.

I also know that she tortured me repeatedly for getting one little thing wrong.

Who would have thought she would show her claws so early in the game?

I open the shower faucet and turn the temperature to the hottest setting. I need scalding heat to soothe my aching body.

I get in and wince once the heat scalds my skin. After a few minutes, I lean my head against the wall, placing my head under the spray and washing away the haze that still surrounds my thoughts.

She said this was a trial run, and yet she didn’t pull any punches. She called me a brat, for fuck’s sake.

I put my hand over my heart to feel an irregular heartbeat as I examine the facts.

It took everything I had to contain the immediate impulse I had to push her against the wall and demand she rescind her order.

Nobody has ever had the balls to talk to me like that. I guess neither did she.

But that would have been counterproductive, since I really did want to give this a fair chance, even if it proved what I already suspected.

I still wanted to have a talk with her and inform her that I only come with my hands around a throat, but she never gave me the opportunity.

Then I thought she would back off and see this for the failure it would be once I didn’t orgasm.

How fucking wrong I was?

Not only did she manage to pull every drop of cum from my over eager body. She managed to put me in a place of peace that I have never experienced before. There was no deal to be brokered or an enemy to intimidate. Only sweet silence enveloping my mind.

While her lips sucked out my soul and left a vacuum to be filled with awe and the most intense orgasm of my life.

After she untied me, all I wanted to do was to fall into sweet oblivion. Until I felt her hold me and caress my hair.

Have you ever met someone who knew exactly what you needed before you knew you needed it?

My brain completely shut down, and for the first time in years, I wasn’t plagued by the demons that ran rampant in my mind.

I always thought there was no way to get rid of the darkness that clings to you when you do the things I have done.

But with one night, she wiped the slate clean.

I chuckle to myself.

Maybe the more accurate version is that she milked me dry of any malice.

I switch off the water and reach for the towel.

I didn’t expect this. I stare at my reflection in the mirror after wiping away the steam, and I see a different man. The lines on my forehead appear more relaxed, and the hint of a smile twitches at the corner of my lips.

I am already devising a way to get back to that place where nothing else matters except the devilish gleam in her eye.

I stroll to my dresser and see a little pot of what looks like a homemade ointment. A note is attached to the lid.

Please rub this on your sore muscles, little one .

The game isn’t fun if it hurts to play.

I take off the lid, and an ungodly smell cinches my nostrils. My eyes start to tear up.

There is no way I am rubbing this shit all over my body. I toss it back onto the dresser and open a drawer to take out my underwear. I need to bend down a little lower to retrieve my socks and wince when my thigh muscles contract.

Fuck!

I grab the pot of shit and rub it liberally over my skin. It takes minutes for relief to flood my body, and I look at the small pot in amazement.

I grab my phone, which I left on top of the dresser last night, and open the text thread from her.

The shit you left here is quite potent.

Her reply is immediate.

Only the best for my little one.

This shit is not going to work for me.

At least change the fucking name, I am begging you.

This time, I wait a few minutes for the three dots to disappear.

Not yet, but you will. And then I will consider changing the name.

This fucking woman.

I touch my face to find my lips pulled into a smile. When was the last time I was smiling this much? Still, if we are going to continue on this path, there are a few things she would need to know.

We need to talk.

Of course, little one, I will meet you at your office for lunch. Take care of yourself till then.

Well, I guess that happened. Again.

I get dressed and go through the motions of getting ready. A few minutes later, I lock the door behind me, ready to face the day.