Page 25 of The Labyrinth

“I respect you, Master.” I did respect him. Maybe not in the way he wanted or expected, but I did. “I do.”

“So this is what we’re going to do,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “I’m going to hurt you, deliciae. I’m going to hurt you, and I’m going to enjoy it. I’m what they call a…sadist, you see. But once we’re done,ifyou’re good and learn your lesson, then I’ll make you feel good. How does that sound?”

“You’re a what?” I couldn’t deny the fact that my body responded to the idea he wanted to hurt me. I was curious. And I would probably let him do whatever he wanted.

“A sadist,” he repeated quietly. “I like to hurt. I’ll probably hurt you more than you’ve ever experienced. But I’ll also show you the beauty in pain, if you let me. Because pain can truly be a wonderful thing, if you let it happen.”

I swallowed hard. Did I want to let it happen? Maybe I did. For whatever reason, I found myself unable to say no. I wasn’t sure what that made me. He wanted to hurt me, and I was curious about the idea of being hurt. He was stronger than I was, and we both knew it. He was the predator and I was the prey. I could either fight being the prey, or I could find the pleasure in it. The pleasure he was offering so sweetly through sharp teeth and a wicked smile.

He took another step closer.

“Would you like to try it, deliciae? Would you like me to hurt you?” Ten whispered. He was touching me now, his massive hand stroking my forearm. “Do you know how beautiful you are when you’re naked? Let me hurt you. Let me break you. Let me make you bleed. Then let me put you back together.”

I met his gaze, staring into those galaxies like they held all the answers I had ever sought. He must have been looking for the same in my eyes, and whatever he was searching for, he found. His gaze sharpened, and the gentle stroking hand on my wrist squeezed tighter. And then it was whisper-soft again, the lightest of breezes against my wrist.

Another squeeze. Tighter this time. I winced.

“Come and sit.” Gripping me still, he led me to the bed, and sat me down on the edge. Squatting, he looked up at me with an understanding in his eyes. “I’m going to use my hand like a vice on your arm. We’re going to see how much pressure your human bones can take before they snap.”

My eyes widened. “You’re going to break my arm?” My heart thundered in my chest, and my fight or flight reactions were kicking in, whether I wanted them to or not.

He shook his head, resting his hands on either of my forearms. “No. You’re going to tell me before that happens. I’m just going to apply intense pressure, and itwillhurt. But before they break, I want you to use a specific word. I want you to call outapple.”

“Apple,” I repeated. Was I really going to do this? I knew my curiosity was going to get me killed at some point. I just didn’t expect it to be today.

Kneeling still, Ten stripped off his shirt. I ogled his chest and his impressive abs before he caught me. “Are you ready to play, deliciae?”

I nodded, my throat tight. I hoped I was ready.

He rested his hand on my forearm again, wrapping his fingers beneath, his thumb pressing on the fleshy part of my skin. I watched with a morbid fascination. He squeezed, similar to what he’d done to my wrist, but different. I could feel this throughout my entire arm. Not pain, necessarily, but a tightness. A twinge, felt everywhere. I looked up at him and nodded again, letting him know I was okay.

He gripped my forearm tighter, the pressure increasing. There was a bit of pain now, his vice-like grip constraining my arm.Holy shit.When I searched his face though, I saw no sign of strain. Instead, his eyes came alive as they watched me, and as I darted my eyes down, his cock was bulging against his pants.

I wasn’t surprised. His intense grip on my arm, the way he was staring at me and all the build up from before was messing with me, too. The wetness grew between my legs, my desire soaking the bedding beneath me.

Ten squeezed harder, and I moaned without meaning to. He looked at me with a flicker of surprise, but I couldn’t explain it. Something about him wanting to hurt me, him being in control... it was doing things for me.To me.

Another squeeze. The pain had arrived, thudding through one side of my head and out the other. It was a constant thrum, a throb echoing through every inch of my body. He was only touching my arm, and yet it felt like he was controlling me everywhere. I groaned, unsure if it was in pleasure or agony. But I knew it wasn’t all I could handle.

He tightened his grip yet again, and light flashed behind my eyes. Pain. That’s all there was.Pain. There was no bed, no Ten. Just an exquisite rush of pain. My bones creaked beneath the vice of Ten’s hands. Had there been anything else? I couldn’t remember. It was overwhelming. It was everywhere.

Had I ever felt this alive? Every nerve in my body stood at attention, electrocuted by Ten’s touch. I was everywhere. My bones ground again, and I knew there was only a moment before they snapped beneath his touch.

“Apple,” I croaked out. It was as if I had never spoken in my life. I couldn’t find other words. All I knew was, “Apple.”

All at once the pressure was gone, the pain dissipating around me. The room slowly rematerialized in front of my eyes, the throbbing of my arm dimming to a quiet pulse. But every cell in my body reminded me that I was here. I was alive. And I had just experienced something beyond my wildest imagination.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, caving back on the bed. I wasn’t sure where my head was at, but it wasn’t in this room, or even in this world. “Is it like that every time?”

Ten crawled over me, gripping me around my waist. “You haven’t seen anything yet, deliciae.” He pulled me so I rolled on top of him, my legs straddling on either side of him. I wiggled my boneless body up, and he helped me until his cock found my pussy, dripping wet just for him and hispain. “I told you it would be delicious.”

He slid the head of his cock inside me, the thick barbs pricking me, but not quite the same level of pain as I had just experienced. This was downright pleasurable. I moaned, pushing back onto him.

“Just like that, Rissa,” he cooed. “Take all of me, just like that. Stretch that pretty pussy out for me.”

Ten pushed his thick cock in a little bit more. “Fuck me,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s the idea.” He used his hands to widen my legs, spreading my wetness all over my eager pussy and his waiting cock. “You’re such a greedy slut. You want more, don’t you? You want all of my cock, and all of my cum.”

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