Madness: Part 2 – Chapter 42

He’s finished with his dinner, and I pick up his plate along with mine. I didn’t even take a single bite. I thought I was hungry, but after he spoke to me about what I’m going to do, I no longer wanted pasta. I wanted him.

I’m placing the dishes in the sink when he picks up his bourbon and downs what’s left. He sets the now empty glass in the sink as well and shuts off the water. “Leave them,” he orders and then walks toward his bedroom.

I follow like a devoted puppy, knowing what’s going to happen next. Entering his room, he tells me, “Everything off the bed except for the fitted sheet, and then undress yourself.” He slips into his bathroom, and I take in a shaky breath.

I do as I’m told, putting the linens over in the far corner, then remove the two pillows and set them in front of the sliding glass doors that lead out onto the wraparound porch. I slowly toe off my shoes, then remove my socks and unzip my jeans. My breathing is so heavy that I don’t even hear him returning from the bathroom.

My eyes drop to both of his hands, and he’s got black leather belts in them. Two in each.

“Lie on the bed. Face up.” His voice is cold and detached.

Although I’m already half naked, I’m burning up. Quickly removing my shirt and bra, I do as I’m told and lie down in the bed, swallowing nervously as I stare at the dark ceiling.

He sits down next to me and lays my left arm across his thigh. Dropping three belts on the bed, he keeps the fourth one and wraps it around my wrist, buckling it tight enough I can’t slip my hand through it. Then he hooks his finger through the silver ring and moves it to where it lies against the top of my hand. He then does the same to the right.

“Arms out to your sides.”

Taking in a shaky breath, I run my arms along the cool fitted sheet and fan them both out. He stands and kneels next to the bed, and I lift my head just enough to see him pulling the rope out from under the bed and threading it through the silver ring connected to the leather cuff, securing it to the bed frame. He repeats the process with the other.

He ties them tight, pulling my shoulders, and I arch my neck, biting my lip, not wanting to moan at being at his mercy. I fucking hate him so goddamn much I want to scream, and he knows it. That’s probably why he wants to gag me.

Opening the nightstand, he removes a few things, but I can’t see what they are. He gets onto the bed, spreading my shaking legs with his knees, and then his hand is on my pussy, making me jump.

His chuckle fills the room. “Relax, doll face.”

I want to cry, but I’m not sure why. It can’t be from embarrassment; the man has seen every inch of me. Maybe it’s knowing how helpless I am and that he’s going to make me beg for the slightest touch or to get off.

He slides something under my ass, and I feel liquid being poured between my legs. His fingers are there, rubbing the spot where I want him the most.

I arch my neck and close my eyes. He slaps my pussy, making me gasp, and demands, “Eyes on me, doll face.”

His fingers slide down to my ass, and he shoves my legs to my chest, making it hard to breathe. His finger pushes its way into me, and I begin to shake. Pulling it out, he does it again, and I tense.

“Breathe, Charlotte,” he orders. “This isn’t a punishment, doll face. It’s not going to hurt.”

I let out a shaky breath.

“That’s it.” His fingers begin to move again. “In…out…in…out.” His finger pumps in and out of my ass while he talks me through my breathing.

I don’t even realize I moan until he speaks again. “That’s my girl.”

I slump when it disappears, already ready to beg for his dick, when I feel something bigger pushing its way into my ass, and I cry out at the burning sensation.

“You’re okay, Charlotte. Just relax. It’s going to feel good. You’re going to be coming all over yourself for me like a good whore.”

I suck in a deep breath and whimper as it stretches my ass. Sweat beads across my body.

There’s another painful sting before he says, “It’s in.” He gets off the bed, opens the nightstand once more, and begins to rip off a piece of white tape. I suck in one last deep breath before he places it over my lips. He then rips off a second piece and a third piece. He takes his time placing each piece over the other covering more of my face from my chin up to under my nose and my cheeks as well.

My body fights the restraints, and my pussy clenches.

His eyes search mine, and I look away as my body heats. His hands grip my neck, pinning it to the bed and holding me in place. My wide eyes meet his. “I told you, doll face. I’m going to do a lot of things to you.”

I blink rapidly. How could I forget? Letting go of my neck, he trails his fingers over the tape, and the blood rushes in my ears as I pull on my arms, wanting to touch him. I moan in frustration, and he laughs, knowing exactly what I want.

His hands make their way to my pussy, and I lift my hips, spreading my legs wide for him like the good girl he wants me to be. He shoves two deep inside me, making me buck.

“You’re so wet, Charlotte. I knew you’d be this way.”

I hate how right he is.

“Begging to be used, needing to be fucked.” He enters a third, and I close my legs, and he shakes his head in disappointment. I’m still so sore.

“Let’s finish getting you dressed.” He removes his hands, and I slump into the bed. He places my left ankle in the cuff, yanks it toward the corner end of the bed, and ties it off like my wrist. And then does the same with the right. My legs are spread wide open, and my arms are straight out to my sides. I feel like I’m being ripped apart, and my pussy is wet and ass full. My body likes the fight.

“One more thing,” he says, and then he’s pushing something new into my pussy that’s not his fingers. It hurts, making me cry into the tape.

“It’s in, doll face,” he says, and I groan at how full I feel. I try to wiggle my hips, move my legs, and do anything to get friction between them, but he’s tied me too tight. The leather digs into my wrists and ankles.

He picks up his phone off the side of the bed, and then I scream into the tape, my body stiffening as my breath gets caught in my lungs.

He leans over, cupping my face. “The butt plug in your ass is now fucking you, doll face.”

I can feel it. I don’t know how it’s doing it, but it’s going deeper and deeper with each thrust as if he’s between my tied legs.

“And this…” He looks back at his cell, and I feel a vibration that has my eyes closing. “The vibrator in your cunt is hitting your G-spot.”

My body convulses, pulling on the ropes. My skin grows hot, and my heart pounds.

“It’s okay, doll face.” He runs his hand through my hair. “I want you to get off. I told you this isn’t a punishment.”

Fuck…I’m there. My back bows, and my eyes fall closed, and my pussy clenches on the toy shoved inside me while the butt plug fucks my ass.

I’m gasping through my nose when I open my heavy eyes and see his hovering. “That’s one. You’re going to count for me.”

I shake my head, and he nods.

“Yes. Count each one.”

Each one? How many is he going to make me have? I already feel it building again, my hands fisting.

“Ride it out,” he says, his eyes searching mine. “Come on, doll face. Feel my cock in your ass fucking it.”

His cock? I don’t know…I groan, my heavy eyes falling closed while his hands play with my nipples. “That’s it, Charlotte. Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty when you’re coming.”

I try to pull my legs closed as another wave washes over me, taking my breath away, and he smiles. “That’s two.” Leaning down, he kisses my sweat-covered forehead and orders, “Don’t stop counting, doll face.” Then he pulls away and is out of sight.

HAIDYN

I stand in the shower under the sprayer. My hard cock in one hand and the other on the wall. She’s in the other room, tied to my bed coming all over herself. I wanted to give her a second—leaving her with her own thoughts. She’s going to wear herself out fighting the inevitable. Her body betraying her. Nothing she can do will change the outcome that I want her to have.

She’s my fuck toy.

My reward for doing everything the Lords have fucking wanted. This is why they gave her to me. Well…I know they’ll want something in return. She’s been placed in my life before, and I won’t ignore her like last time. This time, I’m taking advantage of the gift they’ve given me.

My hand tightens on my cock, and I have to remind myself not to jack off. I’m going to come, but it’s not in the shower alone. It’s inside the beautiful brunette in the other room, squirming and begging for more.

Three years, we waited to get to fuck. And then it was taken away from us again.

Four years ago

“Don’t come, Haidyn,” the woman says, giving me a smile from her knees. “This is about endurance.”

How the fuck can she think I’d come? My cock is in a fucking vise.

It tightens, and I throw my head back, grinding my teeth.

“Small pinch…”

FUCK! Pain shoots up my back and to my neck. It would paralyze me if I wasn’t tied up.

“Looks good.” She stands to her full height and slaps my cheek.

I suck in a ragged breath. “Your first one is done. We’ll leave it in there for twenty-four hours,” she says, and the chains keeping my arms above my head are released, and I drop to my knees on the concrete floor.

“This is part of your training, Haidyn,” she says as if I fucking care. “Not only is it physical endurance, it’s also mental.”

They fed me breakfast this morning, and it had Viagra in it. By the time I realized it, it was too late.

“Sex is power.” She goes on. “You have the dick; you control when and how it fucks. Women are only good for pleasing you and breeding.”

I open my eyes and release my dick. Placing my forehead on the cold wall, I suck in a ragged breath. Lords are controlled by sex. It doesn’t matter if you’re a woman or a man, it’s all the same. You either fuck or get fucked. It can go either way.

Turning off the water, I grab the towel off the hook and dry off. Letting it drop to the floor, I enter my bedroom to see her lying in the center where I left her. The sun has set, but I have the lights on in the room. Her eyes are closed, her chest heaving, and her body is shaking.

She’s covered in sweat, and her hard nipples beg me to suck on them. Pinch them and slap them. Anything to get her to open her eyes.

I walk over to the side of the bed and grab each one, pulling on them with a tight grip.

Her heavy eyes slowly open and meet mine. Tears run down the side of her face. “How many times have you come for me, Charlotte?”

She just stares off into space.

“Three times?”

She gives me a faint nod.

“Four times?”

Another nod.

“Five times?” The moment the words leave my mouth her back bows and her eyes roll back into her head. I give her a second to come down before I tap the side of her face forcing her watery lashes to part and look at me. “I asked you a question, doll face.”

A slow blink followed by a barely-there nod.

“That’s a good girl. But I think six is a better number,”

She arches her neck and mumbles a sob into the tape.

“Let’s make it seven,” I say, pushing her further.

She’s trembling in the restraints.

“I can’t help myself,” I tell her. “You’re so pretty when you look like a mindless toy.” Fresh tears fill her eyes and spill over the sides of her face.

Forced orgasm is a fine line to play with. The endorphins the orgasms alone release in the head can alter your perception. That’s what I meant when I said mindless. She’s lost all train of thought and bodily function. All she can do is lie here and ride it out. One after another. Until I decide she’s had enough.

I reach out and remove the tape from her face, knowing she won’t be able to hold a conversation. Her lips part, and her heavy breathing fills the room.

Her eyes start to roll back into her head, and I watch her hold her breath as another one hits. “Breathe, Charlotte,” I order, slapping her inner thigh when she holds it longer than I like, and she lets out a breath and coughs.

“Don’t pass out on me, doll face. If you do, I’ll wait until you’re awake and start from the beginning.”

She just stares up at me through hooded eyes unable to form any words. “One more. Can you do that for me?” I reach between her spread legs and pull the vibrator free from her cunt. It’s covered in her cum. I toss it to the floor and undo the rope from the ankle cuffs, leaving them on. I spread her legs and kneel between them. I lick my lips, ready to devour her cunt. I’ve been dreaming of getting to taste her. Sliding my arms under her shaking hips, I lift her ass off the bed a little. My hands grab her ribs, and I hold her in place while my mouth goes to her pussy.

It vibrates against my mouth from the fucking butt plug still in her ass. Slowly, I lick her pussy, moaning. She tastes like a glazed donut—warm and sweet.

She arches her back, her body continuing to fight my hold due to the forced orgasms. I move my lips to gently kiss her inner thigh. Her skin is so soft. “After you come on my face, doll face, I’ll fuck you. And then you can go to bed,” I tell her.

More mumbled nonsense comes from her parted lips, and I smile. Moving back to her cum-covered cunt, I devour her like she’s a feast laid out for a starving man.

Her hips buck and her body convulses when I sit up between her trembling legs, licking her off my lips. I shove her legs open before sliding my painfully hard dick into her pussy, and I don’t waste a second before I fuck her.

Leaning over her, I wrap a hand around her slender throat, pinning her to the mattress while I fuck her into my bed. Heavy eyes stare at mine while her pulse races and her chest heaves. “Can you give me one more, doll face?”

She blinks, and her lips move, but nothing comes out.

I smile. “Poor thing. You’re too fucked to even speak.” Pulling out, I slam forward, and a strangled moan escapes her lips. “Just one more, Charlotte, and then I’ll let you go to sleep?”

Her lashes fall closed, and I let go of her neck to lightly slap the side of her face, forcing them open.

“Eyes on me,” I order and pull out of her cunt, making her whimper. I shove two fingers into her, and she arches her back when I enter a third. “What are you going to give me, doll face?” I remove them and slap her pussy, making her body jerk involuntarily. Then I do it again, loving the way her arms pull on the restraints and her legs shake while wrapped around my hips. Tears spill from her heavy eyes, and I ask, “Come on, doll face. I know you have it in you. One more, okay?”

She nods, sniffling, and I smile, sliding my pierced cock back into her. “That’s my girl.”

My hand goes back to her arched neck, and I fuck her cunt while the vibrating butt plug continues to fuck her ass until I’m coming inside her. I give her exactly what she needs—a reminder that she belongs to me.