Chapter 24 To the Hilt
Sienna
A scream ripped from my throat. It hurt—a burning, stretching heat that made me feel like I was being split in two. The massive width of the toy forced me open until I felt impossibly full, and tears immediately stung my eyes behind the silk.
He didn’t move; he just held it there, buried to the hilt, making me feel every single inch of the invasion.
My body clamped around it instinctively, and the pain started to shift, turning into a heavy, throbbing ache that felt dangerously like pleasure.
“That’s about my length,” his whisper was a hot breath against my ear, laced with dark satisfaction. “Better get used to it.”
A fresh tremor racked my body. His length. The thought was terrifying and intoxicating all at once. Was I actually becoming a masochist? To crave being used like this?
His fingers moved with this annoying, expert precision as he unhooked my bra, baring my breasts to the cool air. I shivered, but before I could even catch my breath, I felt a new sensation—cold metal touching one taut nipple.
Click.
A sharp, biting pinch flared through me, and a cry tore from my lips. He didn’t even hesitate before doing the same to the other side. Clamps.
The pain was bright and focused, a cruel contrast to the deep, stretching ache below. My nipples hardened into painful, sensitive peaks under their bite.
“Sev!” I gasped, his name a prayer and a protest.
In response, he pressed something round and solid against my lips. A ball gag. My instincts kicked in and I tried to turn my head, but his hand was firm, holding me in place. He worked the rubber past my teeth, and I heard the leather strap tighten at the back of my head.
My jaw was forced wide open, my moans reduced to muffled, animalistic grunts around the rubber sphere. Saliva gathered instantly, spilling from the corners of my mouth.
I felt completely exposed and totally helpless, and the worst part? I’d never felt more alive.
Then, a low buzz filled the air, and something small, vibrating with intense energy, was pressed directly onto my exposed, swollen clit.
I shrieked into the gag, my entire body bowing off the bed. The vibration was like an electric shock, a maddening stimulation directly on the center of my pleasure. It was too much.
I was shattering. Every part of me was singing with a pain so exquisite it blurred into a terrifying, undeniable need.
Then, the atmosphere shifted.
I felt the bed dip heavily between my bound thighs. The vibration on my clit ceased abruptly.
The room went totally quiet, and the silence felt heavy, like it was waiting for something to break.
I just lay there, trembling, my skin slick with sweat. My mind was racing. What now? Was he reaching for another toy? Was he going to hurt me? I was terrified, but God, I was so ready for it.
Then, I felt a touch that was a total shock. It wasn't cold metal or vibrating plastic. It was wet. Hot. And incredibly soft.
A tongue swiped directly through my soaked, swollen mess, moving right past the toy that was still stretching me open to lap at my aching center.
A raw, messy sound tore out of me, but it got cut off by the rubber ball in my mouth. My hands balled into fists, and the chains on my cuffs rattled like crazy against the bedposts as I arched my back off the mattress.
Oh my god. Sev is licking me there. He’s tasting me there!
His tongue was not gentle. It was demanding, exploring the flesh with flat, firm strokes, then circling my clit with precision. He licked and sucked, his mouth hot and hungry against me.
The tension that had been building in my stomach finally snapped. A wave of heat exploded through me.
I screamed into the gag as I squeezed around the toy, my climax hitting me in violent, shaky waves. I couldn't stop my hips from bucking against his mouth, and I pulled at the chains until I thought they might snap.
As the last tremors subsided, leaving me a gasping wreck, he pulled away. I heard the soft, wet sound of him swallowing. Then, his hands were at the back of my head. The strap of the gag loosened, and he pulled the wet rubber ball out of my mouth. I gasped, sucking in huge gulps of air, not even caring that drool was messy on my chin.
Next was the blindfold. The silk slid away, and the room came back into focus.
He was there, kneeling between my thighs, looking down at me. His vest was gone and his white shirt was unbuttoned halfway. I could see the hard lines of his chest, damp with sweat.
His storm-gray eyes were darker now, almost black, and they held a predatory satisfaction as they roamed over my bound, used, and trembling form.
“Please, Sev…” The words were a broken whisper, torn from my throat. It wasn’t a plea for him to stop. It was a plea for more.
A faint, almost cruel smile touched his lips. He leaned forward, his hands going to my breasts. With practiced, unhurried movements, he released the clamps.
The sudden release was its own sharp agony, a flood of sensation as blood rushed back into the tortured peaks. I cried out, my nipples throbbing, painfully erect.
Then, his hands moved lower. He wrapped his fingers around the base of the toy, slick with my own fluids. His eyes locked on mine as he began to withdraw it. It felt completely indecent—this huge, empty stretching feeling as the thick silicone slid out of me.
I could feel how open I was, how thoroughly I’d been stretched. A wet, helpless sound escaped me as it finally left my body completely.
He held it up for me to see before tossing it aside with a soft thud on the rug.
My eyes were glued to him as he stayed right where he was, kneeling between my bound legs.
His hands went to his belt buckle, then the button of his trousers. The sound of his zipper lowering was the loudest thing I’d ever heard. He pushed his trousers and boxers down just enough to free himself.
My breath caught.
He was thick, veiny, and fully erect. He fisted himself in one large hand, giving a few slow strokes, his eyes never leaving mine. The sight itself was intense.
He didn't move away. He just leaned over me, his hands gripping my waist so tight his thumbs dug into the soft flesh of my belly. There was no gentle guidance, no "letting me adjust," and definitely no slow entry.
He positioned himself at my slick, stretched entrance, and with a single, powerful thrust of his hips, he burried himself inside me to the hilt.
A scream, raw and shattered, ripped from my throat.