Page 43 of Provocation
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just presses it to my clit. It’s too much, too fast.
I scream, and thrash as my body responds, clenching muscles I didn’t know I had.
‘Stop,’ I squeal, trying to get away, but he doesn’t let it move even half an inch.
It stays glued to the one place I wanted it, but not anymore.
My hips buck involuntarily. ‘Please!’ I cry.
‘Begging already?’ Blake snorts. ‘Pathetic.’
He watches me writhe and squirm with not an ounce of mercy in his gaze.
Pleasure rises quickly, so quickly that it’s not really pleasure at all. I scream through clenched teeth as an intense orgasm I’m not ready for is ripped from me. My legs pull on the ropes, making the bed creak and my ass rises off the bed as my back bows.
The toy is removed.
‘That’s one. Do you have anything to say?’
He means a safeword, I think, but when I open my mouth, something stops me from saying it. Icanspeak, but safewording out of this feels wrong.
I shake my head. I’m breathing hard, my eyes watering. I can barely see through my involuntary tears to make out the three figures who are still standing in the same spot.
‘Are you sorry?’ Shade asks.
‘Yes,’ I pant.
He leans down. ‘Not sorry enough,’ he snarls, and he puts the toy back on me.
I squeal as he starts it up again, my flesh so sensitive that it hurts.
‘Don’t!’
‘Five. That’s how many orgasms we’re going to force you to give us. And that’s just for starters. We’ll see if your apologies improve, baby. If they don’t, we’ll just keep going!’
I scream, my eyes clenching as he turns it up higher, the ropes hurting me where I’m straining against them.
‘Please!’ I beg. ‘Take it off!’
‘No!’
My body tenses, that horrible pleasure rolling through me again. My cry is louder than before as I shatter for them, hating this and yet wishing they’d do something about this aching, hollow feeling between my legs.
Now I understand what Blake meant, I vaguely realize somewhere in the sensory overload. I love it and I hate it.
When my body relaxes back onto the bed, I realize I’m weeping. ‘No more,’ I whisper.
Shade’s eyes narrow. ‘Three more.’
‘No.’
‘Color?’
‘Green,’ I mouth.
But this time when the toy is placed on me, it’s low. I can barely feel it. It’s like an annoying gnat that I can’t get rid of. I shift around, trying to escape the feeling, but he just moves it with me, never letting it lose contact with my skin.
I let my head fall to the bed and I stare at the ceiling.
