Page 32 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)

TWENTY-SEVEN

The dim track lights running across the ceiling barely lit the room, casting long shadows over the walls. My gaze darted to the collection of toys scattered across the space.

A black X was propped up on the far wall, and restraints, floggers, gags, and what seemed to be medieval torture devices dangled off the wire racks.

My eyes bounced over the suspension bars and chains before flicking back to Jason. He was watching me, amused, his lips curved into a smirk.

“Don’t be scared,” he finally said. “I don’t bite.”

My fingers brushed over the fresh bite mark on my neck; lying bastard. Jason gave me a moment to take in my surroundings before leading me toward the X. My breath hitched in anticipation.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked.

I didn’t know we’d be having a pop quiz, and I definitely hadn’t studied my kinky sex toy notes.

“Does it mark the spot?” I quipped.

Jason’s jaw tightened, but the slight twitch of his lips told me he was entertained. “This is Saint Andrew’s Cross,” he said smoothly. “You’ll be spending a lot of time on it.”

Figures. I could only run my mouth for so long before damning myself to some kind of punishment.

Jason finally released me from my chains and told me to position myself in front of the cross. Lifting both my arms above my head, he fastened my arms in the leather cuffs, then secured my feet the same way.

I began to get the main idea of the toy; lose blood flow in your arms in the most exposed pose to ever exist, or so I thought.

I winced at the stinging from my nipples being freed from the clamps.

And then, his mouth was on me. His tongue flicked over one nipple, soothing the ache left by the clamp, while his fingers rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. A strangled moan caught in my throat.

If the association with pain and pleasure continued, then I was sure I wouldn’t be able to get a paper cut without thoroughly soaking my panties.

While he worked on my sensitive chest, his fingers had an ulterior motive.

My pussy nearly exploded as he massaged my clit.

Heat coiled deep inside me as he trailed down, pressing his fingers against my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My hips jerked, desperate for more, and when I whimpered, he chuckled.

“Already giving in?” he taunted, pulling his hands away.

A whine of frustration slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My breath came in shallow pants, my body already aching from his absence.

Jason smirked, amused by my reaction.

“Typically, I’d love to hear those moans fall off of your filthy lips,” he chuckled, stepping away. “But…” He turned toward the rack of toys, his fingers trailing over the options before selecting one.

When he faced me again, I nearly groaned.

Not the ball gag.

“This time, I think we’ll try something new,” he said.

I clenched my jaw, but he gave me a look that left no room for argument.

“Open,” he commanded.

I hesitated just long enough for him to grab my chin and squeeze. My lips parted instinctively, and he slid the ball between my teeth, fastening the strap behind my head.

Jason grinned. “That’s for the smartass answer, baby.”

I huffed through my nose, my complaints muffled by the ball wedged into my mouth.

“I should really make this part of the dress code for all the Cherries,” he teased, adjusting the straps before stepping back to admire his work. He winked at my less than amused face and grabbed a silk mask from the table behind him.

I took the opportunity to lift both my middle fingers, making my feelings perfectly clear. The side of his mouth lifted when he saw both my fingers telling him what he could go do. He crept closer, and the light illuminated his abs in all the most satisfying ways.

“I have a better idea,” he said, leaning in, his breath warm against my cheek. “I’ll fuck you instead.”

The blindfold slid over my eyes, and I was very literally left in the dark about what he was going to do to me next.

The sound of a bottle being opened. The slick slide of lube. The warmth of Jason’s hands gripping my hips.

Then…

The press of something cool and smooth at my ass.

My body jerked against the restraints, and a muffled moan escaped my lips. Jason’s touch was firm, possessive, and I had no doubt he was enjoying every second of this.

I had come to the conclusion that the man before me was Satan himself.

And God help me, I wanted him anyway.

Slowly, carefully, the toy pushed deeper, stretching me in a way that made my toes curl. My body trembled, torn between discomfort and the electric thrill racing up my spine. It was bigger than anything I’d had before, and no matter how hard I tried to stay still, my body squirmed in response.

Jason’s hand pressed against the small of my back, grounding me. “Stay still, or I’ll restrain your waist as well,” he ordered, voice stern.

The sharp crack of something I was sure I wouldn’t like snapped in front of me. My breath hitched, and panic briefly crept in.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Tara.” His voice softened, a quiet reassurance laced beneath the command. “I won’t ever harm you beyond what you can physically handle.”

I nodded, my jaw already aching from being held open for so long. Soft leather brushed over my exposed skin, trailing between my thighs. My body stiffened, then relaxed when I realized it wasn’t a whip. The feeling was different, lighter , and teasing.

“This is a flogger,” Jason explained, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts. “I’m going to use it on you often if you decide it’s something you’re comfortable with. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded.

“Good. I’m going to hit you five times so you get accustomed to how it feels.”

The gentle strokes of the flogger running over my bare skin caused goosebumps to appear on my limbs. It was hard to believe that just a few hours before I had been moping around my apartment.

Jason’s first strike landed directly against my pussy, and I gasped, the sting sharp but not unbearable.

I whimpered as the leather tips made contact again; this time, the feeling of my arousal dripping down my shaking thighs had me clinging to the edge of my long-awaited orgasm.

I wanted to beg him to let me come, to give me the release I was desperate for, but I could only let out a helpless, muffled whimper.

Jason must have read my mind. “Don’t come until I say so.”

My heart fell as he forbade my release.

Another sharp smack.

I was so close, too close.

One more strike, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back. My fingers curled, my toes dug into the platform beneath me, anything to keep myself from slipping over the edge.

I didn’t want to disappoint him. I wanted to be good.

But pure bliss was at my fingertips, taunting me.

I pleaded with him through the gag, knowing I just looked like a pathetically deprived mess.

“No.” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

His refusal sent a fresh wave of frustration through me. But my thoughts were cut short by the sharp, final strike of the flogger against my throbbing cunt. The sting melted into heat, pushing me to the brink of madness.

Every nerve in my body was on fire, every inch of me aching for his permission, his control. And then, just when I thought I might break apart, Jason’s warm hand cupped my swollen, drenched pussy.

I shuddered as his breath cascaded over my neck, warm and teasing.

He didn’t move, didn’t give me what I needed. He just stood there, holding me, letting me drown in unbearable anticipation.

Then he stepped back, leaving me trembling against the cross, my skin flushed and tingling from where he had touched me. The cool air kissed my exposed lips, making me even more aware of how swollen and slick I was.

And then, a deep, rhythmic pulse started inside me.

My eyes shot open behind the blindfold, and a muffled cry escaped the gag. The plug in my ass had come to life, its vibrations teasing me from the inside out.

I was too close already. This was torture.

Jason was watching me, I could feel it—taking in every flinch, every shake, every desperate sound I made.

Bastard. The pulsing increased, each wave stronger than the last, making my legs quiver in the restraints. I fought against it, tried to breathe through it, but then Jason’s hands roamed over me, tracing the curves of my body before settling where I needed him most.

He stroked, teased, pinched my clit between his fingers.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked as he filled my pussy for the first time since he took me in the basement. I felt my walls clench around his stationary finger; he was trying to drive me completely mad with desire.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t form a single coherent thought beyond the need to obey.

I nodded frantically, my body surrendering to his will.

Anything. I’d do anything if he just let me come.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.”

The pitiful noises of my pleading grew louder each time he briefly moved his finger inside me. My body twisted, straining against the cuffs. My wrists ached, my legs trembled, but none of it mattered. I needed him. I needed more.

“I thought I told you to stay still.” I froze as soon as the words left his lips; the anticipation of his response was more than enough to break any will I had left.

Slowly, he released the cuffs and lifted the blindfold from my face. The sudden flood of light made me blink, disoriented, until Jason’s face came into focus. Strands of his dark hair fell lazily over his forehead, his sharp eyes watching me with something I couldn’t name.

My heart clenched at the sight, warmth curling through me despite everything.

His gaze dropped lower. “Lay on your stomach,” he instructed, “with your knees bent beside you.”

I hesitated for only a second before obeying, shifting into the position he demanded. My eyes widened as I realized just how exposed I was. There was nothing hidden from his view—nothing left for me to protect.

I followed his instructions and hesitantly put myself on display. My pussy was stretched out for his viewing pleasure while I struggled to keep my legs bent. I was ready to withdraw my earlier notion; this was certainly the most exposed pose someone could ever take.

Jason’s palm smoothed over my ass, warm and slow. My skin tingled, my body leaning into the touch, desperate for more.

Then he pulled away and slapped me.

A sharp gasp tore from my lips as the force sent a jolt through me. My legs snapped together instinctively.

“Do you need help keeping the position I told you to be in?” His voice was calm, too calm. The kind of calm that promised punishment if I didn’t fix myself.

I knew what he meant. Either I held still, or he’d make sure I had no choice.

The gag was removed, but instead of pleading, I took a risk.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well.” I heard him move to the rack, retrieving something before setting it between my feet. He spread my legs gently, fastening my ankles into another pair of cuffs. “Give me your hands.”

I wiggled my arms beneath me, waiting as he bound my wrists once again. Among my most obvious thoughts, there was an occasional, I wonder if he had to go to kink school for this shit , and If there was a fire, could I Houdini my way out of these restraints?

Once he was done, I was left helpless, again . I had one thing on my mind, and it certainly wasn’t the girl who came charging into the room half-cocked.

I barely heard the door slam open.

“Jason, your sister is completely trashed.” I turned my head to see who intruded on what was clearly a very ‘intimate’ moment. All I could make out were her studded latex boots and netted stockings; I really had to get myself a pair of those.

“She’ll be fine,” he responded briskly, his fingers still playing with my clit as if the audience didn’t bother him at all. “I’m in the middle of something.”

God, I hoped he’d be in the middle of me soon.

“She’s locked herself in one of the cages we need for the show and won’t stop screaming the Sesame Street theme song at the top of her lungs,” the girl whined.

The horrid thought of him abandoning me twice in the same day crossed my mind and then an even worse thought, leaving me bound and without any windows to scurry out of. “Then I hope everyone has a pair of ear plugs with them,” he said dryly.

The girl had blown a gasket. “Stop playing with the whore and take care of your fucking family.” I mentally took note of how that was second time I had been referred to as a whore in one day. Normally, I’d be offended. But considering the position I was in, I couldn’t exactly argue.

“Get out,” Jason growled.

“Fine.” She huffed before bending down to my eye-level. Her red hair dangled sideways as she gave me the fakest smile I’d ever had the displeasure of receiving. “I hope he fucks your pretty little brains out.”

The door slammed shut, and silence followed.

At least she thought I was pretty.

I let out a slow breath, finding my voice. “People aren’t very friendly here, are they?”

Jason scoffed as he unfastened the cuffs. “We’re going to have to pick this up later.”

Disappointment curled in my stomach as I wobbled to my feet. As soon as I was steady, Jason was already at the door. My heart sank.

For a brief second, something flickered in his expression—regret? It was gone before I could be sure.

“I’ll tell Candace to bring you a change of clothes,” he said simply.

And with that, he was gone.

Leaving me standing there, aching, wondering what else he wasn’t telling me.