Page 75 of Shadow

“Adrenaline and pain can be fun to play with, baby girl. Do you want to play with me?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He tossed the bag on the bed, so it landed by her head, making her jump. Then he unzipped it and pulled out a bundle of rope. It was rough and some might think it was frayed, but that’s how the fibers in coconut rope were supposed to look.

It was abrasive on the skin and could cause significant rope-burn if it wasn’t used carefully. Thankfully, Ripley was an expert at sadistic rope. He would hurt her but not harm her. And that’s what she loved about playing with him.

He knew precisely how far over the line to take her before he brought her back with a mind-blowing orgasm.

He gripped her by her hair and pulled, so she scrambled to sit up.

Then he unfurled the rope and settled on the bed behind her. “There’s a tie I’ve been wanting to try, but it’s not going to be pleasant. It’s meant as a nipple torture tie. Tell me now if that’s not the kind of pain you’re looking for.”

Her nipples stiffened as the rope brushed the tops of her breasts.

“Go ahead.”

He held the rope to her mouth. “Open.”

She did as he asked, and he put the rope between her teeth. “Hold that for me.”

When she clamped down, his hands moved to her breasts, and he pinched both nipples hard.

“Don’t drop it or I’ll include clit torture, too.”

She breathed in through her nose and clamped down harder on the rope while he twisted her nipples until tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

Then he sank his teeth into her neck, and she let out a muffled scream.

Her pussy was practically spasming already, and he hadn’t even touched her there. He tugged on the rope, and she let it go only to have him smack her nipples head on with the folded end of the rough rope.

She hissed at the intense sting.

“You’re such a good little pain slut for me. Do you take it because you like the pain or because you know how much I enjoy hurting you?” he asked as he rubbed her nipples with the scratchy fibers.

She whimpered before he pinched and demanded an answer. “Both, Sir.”

“Even better.”

He tied the rope with a band above and below her breasts, but he went under her arms, so they remained free.

“Now for the fun part,” he said.

She wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but trusted he knew what he was doing.

At first, the tie didn’t seem like it was going to be all that painful. It was a collection of crisscrossing passes across her breasts. Then she realized he was caging her nipples in with the rope. Not constricting them at all, but the rope sat close enough that any movements she made would cause the rope to rub them.

This was going to be an irritating kind of pain. The kind that wasn’t quite enough to get her off but was also painful enough to make her cry after a while.

Then he demonstrated he could pull on the ropes in the back and make the harness temporarily pinch her nipples. Making her see stars.

“Get up.”

When she stood, the rope shifted, and she winced.

“I want to fuck you somewhere other than the bed. You get to pick. The living room couch or the shower.”

She knew enough about rope to know that the water could constrict the natural fibers of coconut rope, but Ripley would have tied with that in mind and always had a pair of emergency shears nearby to cut her out if necessary.

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