Page 63 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“Ok, will you stay here in the room?”
“Would you like me too?” he asks
“Yes, it would make me feel safer.”
“Ok, I’ll stay. Hewillstop if you use your safe word but if you feel safer, I’ll stay with you. I won’t stop him though, that is your choice not mine. Ok?”
“Ok,” I reply, happier knowing he’ll be in the room whenhis sadist brother has his sick way with me. Although just thinking like that pulls at my heartstrings because Jacob wasn’t awful to me just then when he was holding me steady, kissing me, helping me to come. None of that side marries up to the cruel way he speaks to me, using his words to hurt me and keep me at arm’s length.
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“I’m staying,” Angus repeats to his brother.
“Stay, see if I care. I just helped you fuck her, you can watch me have my fun with her now.”
Jacob moves to my side on the bed and pulls out his flip knife and begins flipping it. “Bet you missed this?” he asks. My eyes widen in terror but he catches the look and runs the flat of the blade along my jawline and mutters in a low voice that only I can hear.
“Relax little whore, I’m going to make you scream in pain and pleasure,” he says with a sadistic grin that reaches his eyes and I swear I see flames burn in them.
In one quick motion he’s on the bed and kneeling between my open legs, I couldn’t move them even if I wanted to. In a way, I don’t want to move or be anywhere but here. I want to see what fun Jacob can have with my body, the curious sick part of my brain wants to know anyway. The rational side is freaking the fuck out. What good would Angus really be if Jacob flipped out and started carving me up? I have to remind myself that despite Jacob’s cruel demeanour, he has not intentionally hurt me other than with his words.
Turning his attention to my breasts he begins to slice into the plastic—so carefully I barely feel the knife meet my skin as he creates a circle and pulls the plastic away over one breast. The relief on my face must be palpable. He moves across to my other breast and delicately slices and moves the knife through the plastic like water. He pulls both my breasts through the plastic which must look so lewd—me, lying there unmoving with both my breasts poking out of the plastic and come seeping out of my back hole. All I can think is,Thank goodness James will never see me like this. I don’t think he would be able to stomach it.But somehow, I can. I want to know what Jacob does next and it’s not long before I find out.
He smiles wickedly before moving off the bed, my eyes follow him until he pulls out a small toiletry sized bag from the drawer under the table. He moves back to the bed and says to me, “You remember the deal, no pleasure before pain with me. Can you handle it Roxy or do you want me to stop and hand you back over to Angus?”
He knows I want to see what he’s going to do, he’s calling me out on it. Playing games to see if I’ll bail on him, show him I’m not up to the kind of kink he enjoys. But he’s got me, I have no intention of bailing, I have no intention of not walking out of this job without the full million dollars. Jacob has met his match with me; I’m here for whatever he’s got to give, and I’m ready to take all of it. Iwantto take it, especially with him.
“I can handle it, Master,” I reply but I fear there was a little too much cockiness in my reply.Can I handle it?
“Knew you couldn’t resist my little whore masochist.” He beams at me, but I can see the relief in there too. He opens the toiletry bag and pulls out a piece of thin twine. I know exactly what he’s about to do with it before his right hand reaches for my breast and pulls it out of the plastic wrap. He curls it around and around the base of my breast and then pulls out the left breast to wrap the twine around it too. Mybreasts are then painfully tied together resembling two angry circles of flesh tied together, my nipples darkening to two purple points.
The twine biting into my skin creates a deep throb from the ache of it. Whilst it is uncomfortable, it’s not too painful. It’s more thrilling as excitement trickles down my body to my clit that aches to be touched. My mind travels back to my first job as a playmate and how much I loved my breasts being tied up like this and then how the eight men did the same on our final evening together. Breast play is definitely my kink, there is no doubt in my mind. Sitting back on his hunches, Jacob admires his work, my two bulbous breasts purpling from the restricted circulation.
He reaches for my straining nipples and pinches them painfully, pulling a yelp from my throat in reaction.
“I’m going to enjoy your noises,” he says watching my reaction as he tugs at them and a whimper escapes my lips.
Letting them go, he pulls out a packet that he tears open with his teeth and pulls out a wipe. I stop breathing. I know what he’s about to do to me. He runs the wipe across the taut skin on both breasts. Jacob is so different to Hugh, more focused on the pain than the art. He will be sure to hurt me and take pleasure from it. How much pain can I tolerate from this man?
Discarding the antiseptic wipe, he picks up a packet and tears it open laying it on the bed beside my wrapped shoulder. I watch in horror as he picks up a needle and brings it close to my skin. He runs the point along the outline of my nipple turning my breathing ragged. I feel a sharp pain as he presses the needle straight into my breast. No gradual threading it into my skin. Just a stab and he’s left it poking out of my skin.
“What the fuck!?” falls out of my mouth before I have time to remember who I’m speaking to.
“I think you’d better remember how to address me before Iput one of these needles through your lips to keep your mouth shut.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” I blurt out, but he’s grinning sadistically.
“I like the idea of sewing up that pretty little mouth, take another step out of line and I’ll do it,” he dares me. There is not a chance in hell he’s sticking needles into my lips, I bite my tongue every time he sticks another needle into my swollen breasts.
Stab after painful stab, Jacob pushes needle after needle into my aching breasts. The more he does it, the more obscene it is as my throbbing breasts now resemble a pin cushion. They pulse and ache and sting with every needle entering my skin. The feeling of anticipation and relief from every needle that enters my skin is fucking with my head. I like the pain; I like that Jacob is enjoying my pain. And worst of all, my pussy is enjoying my pain. He’s getting off on it and I can feel the liquid heat building inside of me.
It feels like he’s spent an hour tearing open packet after packet of needles, all of which are sticking painfully in my tied breasts. There is barely any skin left that does not have needles protruding out. But there are two spots left.
“I’ve saved the best for last little whore. You’d better watch as I do this. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
Jacob opens a packet of thicker needles, smiling mercilessly back at me, “Are you ready?” he asks.
“No,” I gasp.
