Page 20 of Break Me
A long breath shudders past my lips, and I press my lower body into the restraints, seeking more.
He rubs circles around my clit at a dreadfully slow pace. Sparks of electricity shoot through my sensitive bundle of nerves, into my pussy, and out through my body.An explosive desire awakens within me. It’s like I’ve never been touched before. And maybe I haven’t. Because Dax’s touch is like nothing else.
When he stops, my eyes are closed, head leaning back, and I groan as the straps keep me from seeking more.
“Greedy little sub.” He pinches my outer lips, and I relax my hips at the feeling of his touch. But a sharp flare of pain breaks me into a sudden wail. My eyes dart open. I whip my head up to see Dax pull the gigantic needle through my labia. My breath comes in frantic, shallow gusts as the room spins around me at a staggering speed.
“Look at me,” Dax demands, leaning in to catch my gaze. “Breathe.”
I pant through rounded lips as I watch him. The steady look in his eyes that demands my attention becomes the only thing keeping me from spiraling.
“That’s it. Now slowly.” He draws in air through rounded lips, lifting his brows to spur me on. The air staggers past my lips but quickly shoots out. “One more time.” He repeats his demonstrative inhale, and this time, I manage to hold on to the air until he exhales. “Good girl. Keep breathing for me.”
He leans back and inserts a ring through the hole he just made. I groan at the sharp sensation, but the sound morphs into a moan as he presses his thumb to my clit. He rubs slow circles with just the right pressure, and pleasure bursts through my body, exploding and crackling like fireworks—a full display of vivid colors after only having seen barren gray for days. My moans come from deep within my belly, more free than ever before as I press my hips into the restraints, seeking more of his touch. I need… just a little more to throw me over the edge. A finger inside me or maybe just a few strokes through my lips. Any added sensation will throw me over.
When he releases my clit, I’m so deep in the throes of ecstasy that I don’t realize what he’s doing until it’s too late. Another sharp bolt of pain shoots through my sensitive folds. With a plaintive cry, I crash straight onto the edge of panic—from one edge to another. My labia throbs, and the knowledge that there’s now one more hole through it has my mind spinning out of control.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I press my head into the seat and scream again. I vaguely hear Dax’s voice somewhere in the distance, but I’m stuck in a state of alarm that only keeps building as I writhe and push against the restraints without getting anywhere.
Footsteps sound against stone, and then a bare hand is on my forehead, a demanding voice right in front of me. “Look at me!”
Whipping my head toward the sound, I look up, snap my eyes shut, and look again as I pant with a speed that burns my lungs.
“Breathe,” Dax commands.
I suck in a large gulp of air, pant some more, and inhale sharply again.
“Breathe,” he repeats more softly, and his long hair tickles my cheek as he leans in to stroke my damp forehead. “Just breathe through it. The pain has already faded.”
I take stock of my body. He’s right. There’s only a dull throbbing down there. But I can still feel the hole—and the other hole with the ring. It’s wrong. So very wrong. I rip at my arms and jerk my chest up, needing to get free like I need air.
“Look at me.” Dax shoves my shoulders into the padded seat and leans so close I can feel his hot breath on my lips. “Do you want to make me proud?”
I don’t even think. I just nod like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“Then just breathe. It’s all you have to do. Breathe and listen to my voice.”
His words are like déjà vu. I remember when he came into my cell and lay with me when I had a nightmare. He wrapped me up in warmth and told me to breathe and listen. He got me through the panic. Safe and steady.
I glance back and forth between his stark blue eyes, which feel like they can penetrate the very barriers of my soul and take everything in there and make it his. It scares me to the bone, yet soothes my shaken core. I want to swim in his steady power and disappear in those eyes.
“Good girl,” he says, releasing one of my shoulders to stroke my cheek, and I realize I have stopped panting. “Can you be a good little sub and stay calm as I attach the ring?”
“Yes,” I say as I let his praise seep in and loosen my tight muscles.
Dax returns to his stool, puts on new gloves, and guides my breathing as he inserts the next ring.
Once the ring is in, he returns his ministrations to my clit, circling and rubbing with a maddening pressure that sends jolts of electricity through my core. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused. My entire body is awake, my skin humming as waves of heat shoot through me. I moan and pant, clenching and unclenching my hands as the sensations coil deep within my belly. This time, I don’t even think I need that extra touch; I just need him to keep going and I’ll reach the peak.
But just as I hover on the edge, about to fall over, he removes his hand. A sharp prick sends a shockwave through my body and cuts off the orgasm.
“No, no, no!” I cry. But it’s not because of the needle. It’s the painful need. The feeling of being robbed penniless after having won a million bucks. Little jolts of pleasure keep shooting through me as I hover so close to a climax. Sweat beads on my brow, and my voice is breathy as I plead with Dax. “Please, make me come. I need to come. Please. Just…”
“Shh,” is his only response, and I press my head back with a groan as he inserts the piercing.
Then the whole ordeal starts over: Dax driving me to the edge of the peak, cutting off my orgasm with the needle, and inserting a new piercing.
It goes on and on forever. Eight rings. By the time he’s done, my skin is slick with sweat, exhaustion threatens to steal my consciousness, and my joints ache from all the straining and bucking.