Page 44 of Provocation
‘No,’ he snarls, and I look at him. ‘You don’t get to dissociate from this. The next time you lie to us, I want you to remember your punishment.’
‘I will,’ I promise, and he gives me a dark look.
‘Oh, I know you will. I’m going to make sure of it.’
He nods at Blake who takes something out of the bag and gives it to Mav. It’s a small dildo, I think. It’s blue and has ridges on it.
Mav gives me an apologetic look as he lines it up between my legs and pushes it in.
I whimper as it slides inside me, not big enough to stretch, but not small enough for me to ignore.
He begins to pump it in and out slowly. Maddeningly slowly.
My hips roll, trying to make him go faster, but he just tuts and ignores my silent pleas.
I lock eyes with him. ‘Please,’ I whisper with a pout and a bite of my lip.
I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I got this from, or if it’ll even work, but it feels sort of right.
He looks surprised.
‘Well, well, well,’ he murmurs. ‘Don’t you turn into a little siren when you want something?’ He glances at the others. ‘Have you seen her like this before?’
‘No,’ Blake says slowly, his eyes shining as he gets on the bed next to me, leaning close.
‘You’re just a gorgeous little cum slut,’ he murmurs and then kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.
He hisses when I nip him in anger and draws back with a grin at the other two.
‘Naughty, naughty,’ he chides when he dabs at his tongue with his index finger and it comes away bloody.
He wipes the blood on my nipple, and blows on it, making it pucker before he pinches it hard, and another orgasm triesto overtake me. But this one isn’t ready, it’s half-cocked and unsatisfying like a storm with no lightning or going to Australia and not seeing one of those tiny pink octopuses that kill people on the beach.
The toy suddenly intensifies, and I pull against the restraints with a full on sob. I’m so sensitive now from the worst orgasm ever that this is torture. But I can’t make myself say a safe word, not even yellow.
Because I deserve this for not telling the truth.
Tears flood my eyes and drip down my temples into my hair, and the toys are immediately yanked away.
There’s suddenly a hand caressing my face, wiping away the tears.
‘Hey,’ Mav whispers, his face very close to mine. ‘Talk to me.’
I shake my head, whimpering as the ropes are released, and I dissolve into a boneless puddle on his bed.
‘Can you talk?’
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
‘Then tell me what just happened. I saw something in your face and then you just lost…I don’t know.Hope.’
‘It was too much,’ I say, turning my head away from them all, cupping myself, closing my legs and curling up on my side.
‘Why didn’t you use your safe word?’ Blake snarls.
I clench my eyes shut at his tone and hear one of the others shush him.
‘I deserved it for lying,’ I whisper so quietly I’m sure they couldn’t have heard me.
