Page 157 of The Harbinger
“More, Sacha. Please. Give me more.”
I shook my head with a snarl. If only she could feel how much I wanted to give her, she wouldn’t be begging for it.
Stepping closer, I gripped the base of my cock, choking it tight, then slipped inside her with a quick drive of my hips, my balls ready to blow along with her.
With the vibrator’s remote in my hand, I gripped her bruised hip and thrust into her, letting the force of my thrust bring her back onto me, impaling herself on my dick.
The skin surrounding my balls tightened as a tingle sparked low on my spine, trailing down my legs and to my toes.
“Made with utter perfection.”
“I’m there,” her voice rose three octaves too high. “Oh god.” Her breaths halted in her throat as her mouth hung open, her eyes squeezed tight. If it weren’t for the slight tilt of her head, I’d miss the absolute ecstasy slip over her features, a sight to behold by only those worthy of relishing in her excellence—and I was the only bastard righteous enough to witness it.
I let my strangled orgasm out, keeping still as I spurted my hot ropes of cum deep inside of her as I held back all further stimulation, effectively ruining my orgasm for the second time tonight. I wouldn’t let myself loose until I had the answers from her lying lips.
With clenched teeth, I pressed the plus button on the remote, turned the vibration up to max, and let her screams rip into me.
I pulled out of her, my cock twitching and angry as she thrashed about, then turned on the electrode, shocking her system with more stimulation than she could dream up.
“This is called orgasm torture.” A smile spread across my lips. “It’s a personal favorite of mine.”
Chapter 38
Mia
Vibrationsandthelowhum of electricity coursed through my skin, and sharp bites of pain slivered against my clit as the vibrator attacked my over-sensitized flesh.
“Stop.” I cried, squirming and shuddering, the chains rattling from my exertion. “Please.”
My abs clenched, and my butt muscles cramped. My throat grew hoarse as his cum leaked down my seam.
“Stop. Stop.”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“It hurts.”
“Come again, Mia,” he ordered.
“I can’t.” I whimpered as the electricity snapped along my insides, and traveled to my chest, racing my heart into place.
“Yes, you can. Just like before, or you can end it all now and tell me who gave you the cocaine.”
My skin popped with gooseflesh as a sheen of sweat pulled from my pores.
The vibration between my legs switched from a constant buzzing to a machine-gun speed. The relief swirled over me from the millisecond breaks between, only for him to throw me back into chaos, changing the setting back to a constant.
“I’ll end it right now if you tell me who gave it to you.”
“I don’t know.”
My high-pitched tone bled with desperation as I jerked against my restraints, my fingers and toes now tingling.
“It didn’t just appear.”
The electricity coursing through me peaked with a sharp snap.
“Ow.” My screams pierced my eardrum, causing them to ring as I struggled against the pain in my rectum and the stifling affliction on my clit. “Stop.”