Page 51 of Empire of Dark
One more. Then another and she was orgasming, screaming as the twisted gratification took over her limbs, her nerves. A scream on her lips that begged for release from both the pain and pleasure.
It wasn’t enough. As soon as the rumbles of the orgasm died off, the pain re-invaded, even more vicious, demanding retribution.
It wouldn’t win this battle. I was too strong.
My fingers slipped down, cupping her crotch as the base of my palm stayed above her womb. She didn’t fight my fingers curling over her slit as she still fought the war inside her body between relief and torture. With my hand positioned like that, I could interconnect the whole of it—controlling the energy between my palm and fingers, her G-spot and clit directly in the path of the pleasure I sent into her.
I repeated the dragging of my tongue across the root of her pain, intercepting blow after blow of torture from screeching against her skull, and I morphed it into another orgasm. And another. Her screams growing louder each and every time. Her hips lifting, grinding against my hand, her body knowing exactly what it needed to chase.
Pleasure instead of pain. What only I could give her in that moment.
Orgasm after orgasm, each one took away another stone from the mountain of pain ravaging her head. The torture washing away with each explosion until I felt nothing on my tongue. No sparks. No pain.
I sent pleasure down into my right hand and through her body. One extra orgasm never hurt anyone.
Gasping, she curled her body up into me, her nails now digging into my biceps.
I hovered over her, my stare locked on her face just in case. Waiting for the slightest twitch of the muscles just along her eyes that would flinch with pain instead of pleasure.
I’d never felt pain like hers before and I wasn’t sure it wasn’t going to come barreling back, angry as ever with teeth gnashing.
This had been nothing like taking the pain of flesh wounds away. Nothing about it was familiar. Even the pain on my tongue tasted different.
Her breasts lifted up and down with every breath, her body rubbing against me, and I became acutely aware of my cock straining against my pants.
My cock was always satisfied when there was a woman coming under me, and it was beyond perturbed at the moment for being denied when all my nerves were pricked, demanding release.
Not now.
Not when this was an unknown.
Not when Ada’s body had just been pulverized from the inside out.
Her breath stilled for a moment and her eyes opened to me.
Clear. Focused. Pain gone.
But exhausted and cloudy with confusion. “What—what did you just do to me?”
Worry set into me. Did I miss vestiges of the pain? Did I somehow make it worse?
“Do you still have pain? I thought I got it all. But tell me where else it hurts.”
“No.” Her head shook and she started to shift underneath me, manic. “No. No—this is trickery—madness. You’re controlling my mind somehow. How did you do that?”
“Just as I can control pleasure, I can control pain. Yours was too much to ignore.”
“But this…” Her arms and legs were scrambling, trying to scoot her body out from underneath mine. Her shoulder hit the stone wall and she pushed herself up against it, using it for support until she was on wobbly legs.
Her hand flew out at me, waving. “Just because this…this happened. It doesn’t mean you get to touch me again.”
I shifted my engorged cock and went to my feet, looking down at her, not bothering to hide the smirk on my lips. “No, but it does mean you know what I can do to your body. I don’t think you’re going to deny me anymore. It’s your call.”
She glared up at me for a long moment. Silent.
Interesting.
No instant denial. I expected more fight from her.