Page 22 of Brutal Bond

The pain radiating around my crown only accentuates the pleasure building from his skillful touch in my pussy. My nails claw at the pane of glass before me, needing to cling desperately to something as my release begins to build in my core. It shoots through me, and my screams fog over the glass as my knees buckle .

“Hands and forehead on the glass, Harper,” Edmund commands as he slips his fingers out of me and pulls my panties back in place. “Do not move.”

The hard soles of his shoes click against the marble floor, moving away from me and then slowly returning. Stopping a few feet behind me, he stands silently for what feels like an eternity before instructing, “Hands down, face on the glass.”

Lowering my hands to my sides, he undoes the clasp of my bra. Quickly sliding it down my sides, he discards it to the floor.

“Hands back on the glass.” His voice is deep and gravelly. “We’ll start off light. This is a Wartenberg wheel.”

He places it on the back of my hand. Lightly rolling it down my arm, it leaves a sharp, tickling sensation in its wake.

This is nothing like the other night.

“Like any of my toys, it can be light…” He rolls it over my hip and along the edge of my panties. Reaching the fleshy part of my thigh, he increases the pressure, causing each tine of the wheel to feel like a tiny bite. “Or it can hurt.”

I wince at the tiny, sharp pains as he drags the wheel back over my hip and along my back. Flexing my fingers against the glass, my back arches from the sensation as I let out a deep, garbled breath.

“You like the bite,” he presses hard as he rolls it over my ass and down my thigh, causing me to yelp, “don’t you?”

“Yes.” My response is quick and breathy.

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

EDMUND

“We’re going to go harder.” I slip a hand between her and the glass, showing her the gag. “I’m going to trust that I don’t need this to silence you. If you scream too loudly, I will need to gag you. Understood?”

“Mhmm,” she mutters, nodding against the glass.

“This is going to bite.” I tap the violet wand against her ass, just long enough for the electricity to arch through her body. She winces and jerks her body away from the sharp sting.

“Breathe, little rose,” I remind her when she continues to hold her breath. She lets out a heavy gasp and sucks in a breath as I tap against her other cheek, causing her to flinch. Lowering the sensitivity, I place the prong against her calf and teasingly drag it up her thigh. Her leg trembles, and she lets out a pleasing moan that travels straight to my cock.

Repeating the motion up her other leg, I press my hand between her thighs. While not surprised, I am pleased to find her panties already soaked. Pulling them to the side, I push a finger inside her. I turn up the wand—to a sharp bite of a setting—and repeatedly tap it against her ass until she’s struggling to breathe. Thrusting my fingers in and out, I place my lips against the back of her ear before whispering, “Show me how much you like the pain.”

Her ass spasms from the repeated surge of shocks coursing through her. Cracked moans and screams vibrate over her lips as she begins to quiver around my fingers buried in her. She grinds her hips against my hand, needing desperately to come. Crying out as she finally falls over the edge, her release trickles down my hand as she nearly crumples against the glass.

Scooping her satiated body into my arms, I carry her to the bed and lay her on it. I strip from my clothes as her eyelids grow heavy. I run my hand along her leg as I climb onto the bed. “Not yet, little rose. I still plan to mark you and see what it feels like to come inside this tight little cunt of yours.”

I climb between her thighs on my knees, tuck her legs, and fold them both around my left hip. Pulling her panties to the side, I press the tip of my cock against her glistening entrance. Gripping her thigh and ass, I drive into her until I’m buried to the hilt.

Fuck, she feels even better than I remember.

Lifting my hand, I bring it down hard against her ass as I slam into her, relishing in the bliss that washes over her face. It’s almost as pleasurable as the scarlet handprint I just left on her smooth, porcelain skin. Both only fuel my need, and I drive into her hard and deep. I watch her tits bounce with every savage thrust as I leave my marks across her ass.

Breathy moans rattle from her, drawing my attention to her pouty pink lips, leaving me with the strange need to feel them as I unload myself into her.

Claiming her.

…as mine.

Spanking her one more time, I lean forward and wrap my fingers around her throat. Her heavy eyes meet mine as I linger over her and bring myself toward the lips I need to taste. They part slightly when my own brush against them, and I waste no time pressing my tongue between them.

Our tongues wrestle, and her fingers slide into my hair. Her gesture is so soft and tender in comparison to the violent way I’m taking her cunt and roughly kneading the perky tit in my hand.

Her back arches from the bed, pressing her chest against mine as it heaves with each of her heavy breaths. Her breaths match my grunts and thrusts, our bodies fighting to keep meeting each other’s needs. She comes around my cock as her moans of pleasure fill my mouth. Pulling from our kiss, my lips travel down her neck and suck hard at her collarbone—painfully hard, judging by her nails currently clawing my back.

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