Page 24 of Break Me
“Are you sure?” He traces my hairline with feather-light brushes of his fingertips. “I’ll even let you come this time.”
I let the thought run through my mind. Even though I’m far from turned on and don’t know if I can be, I’ll do just about anything to get a small escape. Like an addict with his drugs. Anything to alleviate the pain and the mind-numbing desperation. So I nod. “Okay.”
“Good girl.” He scoops me into his arms and takes me from the cell. Pressing my head into his shoulder, I cling to him as he carries me through the halls. He’s almost a drug in and of himself as he lets me disappear into him for a little while, forgetting the barren halls surrounding me as I burrow into him, inhaling his fresh scent that blocks out the dry, old smell of basement.
He places me on the exam table with the stirrups in his office and closes the door. Despite the cruel things he’s done to me in here, it’s almost a small haven compared to everything else. Because this ishisplace, and it’s no longer just the horrors of this room that I remember, but also the submission and the strange connection I’ve felt in here.
I turn my right arm and stare at the tattoo. Somehow, even those six figures seem to have changed. Because they’re not just marking me as a number. They’re marking me ashis.DAX001. His first submissive.
Turning my arm again, I shove the unwelcome thought away. I want to reject it. Reject him and everything he does to me. But when he takes the stool between the stirrups and flicks a finger through the top of my folds, right above my clit, the thoughts sink deeper into my brain instead of dissipating.
It’s not right. I shouldn’t want him, yet my whole being seems to gravitate toward him.
“Place your legs in the stirrups,” he says, and I obey without question. He buckles the straps on the stirrups and proceeds to strap me in place the same way he did the last time I was here, the only difference being that he restrains my hands at the sides of the table instead of forcing them above my head, into the position I just got them out of.
“Now, since your pussy is sore and healing, I can’t use it.” His eyes light up with something that might be humor, might be cruelty, or a combination of both as he watches the piercings in my labia. He grabs a latex glove, making the material crackle as he stretches it out over his right hand. “So I will have to go about this a bit differently.”
I gasp in horror as he slips a finger between my ass cheeks—overthathole—and asks, “Has anyone ever fucked your ass?”
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“No!” I squeal.
The straps dig into my skin as I strain forward to see what he’s doing, even though I already know. The feeling of his finger swiping over my puckered hole repeatedly is as unwelcome as the rings penetrating my labia.
Dax grabs a bottle that I assume is lube and spreads my cheeks apart as he holds it over my ass and squeezes. Cold moisture runs down my crack, smearing my narrow opening.
“This will be the only place I’m touching you,” he says, sliding a finger through the moisture and circling my hole.“Your pussy will remain untouched until your new master claims you. It will almost be like you’re a virgin at that point. A cock-hungry, horny little virgin, begging to be stuffed.”
“No, no, no,” I protest, slamming my head back and whipping it from side to side as if the motion could banish his words from my ears.
“Oh, yes.” He positions a finger against my opening, and I go absolutely frantic.
“Stop!” I yell, clawing at the padded surface as I use all my strength to jerk at my legs and shove myself into the belt around my chest. But nothing gives.
Dax flashes me a sadistic, self-satisfied smile. “I’ll be the first one to take your ass.” He pushes inside. It’s just the tip of a finger, but to my frazzled mind, it feels like his whole goddamn hand.
I scream. Not because it hurts, but because I can’t take another humiliation.
“God, you’re tight.” He turns his finger a few times, awakening a whole new bunch of nerves I never knew existed. “This is just my pinkie. It’s gonna be a long way until you can take my cock.”
“No, no, no, no, no,” I wail, shaking my head. If I could, I’d slam my hands to my ears. “Stop it! I can’t take it anymore.”
“Are you sure?” he asks in a mocking tone, licks his ungloved thumb, and presses it to my clit.
I buck in the restraints as a familiar sensation bursts to life. It’s like flicking a switch. All the crazed need and desire from yesterday flare alive like it was there all along, only put on hold.
“Now, be a good little sub and come for me while I break in your virgin asshole.”
He twists his finger against my narrow walls and pushes a bit deeper. Sparks shoot through my nerves from both ends—my clit and my ass. A loud keening sound escapes me, and I don’t know if it’s more of a moan or a scream.
My need builds with insane force as he keeps pushing in, little by little. Every movement sparks a new set of nerves to life, making the sensations in my core build and build until my whole body is trembling.
Just as I’m nearing the edge, he stops and pulls his finger out. I stare at him in disbelief as he takes the glove off and steps away.
“No, not again,” I whimper in a breathy voice. “Please don’t do this to me.”