Tragic Beauty (Beauty & The Darkness #1)(45)

I feel the air shift when he stands up. He’s quiet now, and I know he’s looking at me, at my body—my body that’s stretched too tight, too open. He takes the chain from my hand and dangles it near my ears so I hear the jingle.

“These are called nipple clamps,” he says. “Not too hard to guess what they’re for. These ones are a bit nasty compared to the others I saw. They have little jagged teeth on the inside of the pinchers. And when you tug on them, the clamps tighten down. Hear they’re a bitch when you yank them off.”

I turn my head away and my lower lip begins to quiver. When I start to cry, the beast comes in close and strokes my cheek. “Shhh, Ava. You like it when it hurts, remember? But I’ll give you some pleasure to go with it too, don’t worry.”

I gasp when he takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking and sucking until it turns hard. Then he moves onto the other one.

“Okay, now hold real still while I get these on you,” he says.

I brace, then cry out when a sharp, unyielding pressure crushes my nipple like a vice, first my right, then my left.

“How does it feel?” he asks, sounding intently curious.

It hurts. It hurts so bad, but I don’t answer. I can’t. All I can do is shake my head from side to side. Then I feel a sharp tug, and shriek.

“Wow,” he mutters. “Effective.”

The chain slaps back against my skin, then I hear the rustle of clothes. It’s followed by the slow building rhythm of his breaths, and low throaty groans that make me realize he’s stroking himself.

The world explodes in pain when he tugs on the clamps again. I cry out and he groans louder, feeding off my pain.

He drops the chain again and I feel a sharp pain between my legs. It takes me a second to figure out he’s pulling at my pubic hair. “I want this gone next time I come for you. You don’t have much here, but I want you bare. You’ll always be that little girl on the playground, and that’s how I want you. Understand?”

I nod, then he yanks out a few hairs and I yelp.

“Just to make sure you remember.”

I turn my head away, tears seeping through the blindfold, my breasts burning like they’re on fire. My mind tries so desperately to block him out, but he’s there again, his fingers, sliding between my legs.

“Damn, you’re wet, baby,” he whispers. “I’d like to think you’re all hot and bothered for me, but I know it’s not that. You can be scared too, and your body will do this. It’s a way of protecting itself.” He chuckles. “You’re impressed I know that, aren’t you? Yeah. I’ve been studying, Ava. Taking this seriously. Like I said, ‘Going to take it to a whole other level.’ So I’ve got to know your body, don’t I? Like a musician has to know his instrument. Got to know it, so I can play it, make it do things. Things like this.”

He moves slowly, spreading my juices back and forth, teasing my nerves with a pleasure I can’t escape. His fingers dip inside me, then back around that nub, then sliding back inside. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. But my mouth falls open, and my whimpers turn to moans.

That’s when he yanks the clamps off.

My scream is so loud, it rips my soul in two. A new stream of tears gush down my face. He closes his mouth around my nipple and sucks, coaxing back the blood, making me hurt all over again. I’m gasping when he moves onto the other nipple.

Then he does it all over again. And again. And again. Until my screams are nothing but a rasp and I feel blood trailing down the underside of my breasts.

He suckles on me, tearing at my flesh with his teeth to get more of the red milk. It feels like I’m being eaten alive, like my breasts are being mauled by a wild animal with sharp teeth.

When he’s gotten all he can from me, he undoes my ankle bindings from the X, and lifts them up and links them to where my wrists are attached. My body’s folded in half, and so damn vulnerable. He doesn’t even wait, just sinks up inside me.

I shriek from the invasion, from the thick mass of flesh that stretches me so wide I can hardly breathe.

He stills for a moment—a long moment—doing absolutely nothing, and I don’t understand. He’s quiet, so quiet, except for his harsh breathing. Then I know what he’s doing. He’s trying not to come. A minute passes, and I have a good idea of what he’s been thinking about, because he lets go a shout of rage that shatters my mind.

He hauls back, then shoves his flesh into me so hard that I wonder if he just broke me inside. I scream from the impact, then again and again, as he repeats that hard, brutal thrust of his hips, over and over. He’s thrashing about inside me, hurting me so deep. I feel his every ridge, feel the rake of his tip as he pulls out, only to stab it back in as hard as he can. The cross shakes, my body shakes, the monster so far gone. It goes on forever, until he sinks his teeth into my neck, breaking skin once more, and comes with a roar.

He rests his head in my neck, his heavy breaths a torture against my ears, his scruff like sandpaper against my skin. Whimpers leave my mouth, the pain still so strong inside me. He finally begins to pull out, and I think it’s over, but he pushes it back in.

“I want more,” he groans. “But I want your other hole now. My hole.” He’s already hard again by the time he slips out of me, spits, and begins pushing up into that other place, slowly forcing his way inside while I scream and cry. He didn’t warm me up this time, and I tear again. Then he takes me. Longer. Harder. It’s a lifetime later when he comes, brutal and ruthless, as though trying to force every bit of himself inside me. Finally spent, his flesh slides out of me.