This is Who I Am

His eyes held an evil satisfaction as he studied her trembling body. “I think there is.”

She tried to move, to escape, and couldn’t. The restraints held her open to anything he wanted to do, whether getting her off or hurting her. The knowledge set up a separate pulse of desire, a low chant saying, Use me, take me, do what you will.

Damn, damn sadist…and Dom. His hard lips curved as he watched her futile attempts, head tilted as if he could hear the yielding voice inside her. Yes, he’d make her take until he decided to stop.

Why did knowing that set her insides fluttering with more than anxiety? The part of her that was still thinking protested, “Sam, really.”

He reached between her legs, and the anal plug sprang to life with wicked vibrations. Every nerve between her butt cheeks blasted awake, an entirely new region of sensation. Her thigh muscles trembled as her need for more, for something, grew to unbearable.

When he pressed the vibrator to her clit, it ignited an explosion that ripped her right from the world as she came in long, almost painful rolls of pleasure.

After a while, she could hear herself sucking in air. She blinked and tried to focus. Sweat had drenched her body, trickling under her breasts and arms. “Please. No more.”

“Safe word?” he reminded her.

A shiver ran through her. She wanted…wanted whatever he did.

A crease appeared in his cheek as he set the vibrator on the bed and switched off the anal plug. “Think I’m ready to fuck you now, girl.”

An uncontrollable tremor rolled through her body. When his eyes gleamed, her insides quivered even more. “No,” she whispered, just to hear herself protest…and to watch him ignore it.

Smoothly, he slid the G-spot vibrator out of her and set it to one side. When he opened his jeans, she swallowed. His cock was far bigger than the thin vibrator, and he hadn’t removed the anal plug. He pressed the tip of his shaft against her entrance. With the labia clamps on, nothing blocked his way. Balanced on one arm, he worked in with incremental thrusts.

Everything felt too, too tight. Her body was stretched out, her arms chained. She couldn’t move, no matter what he did, and she felt her excitement increase at the knowledge. “You don’t fit.”

His smile was…sadistic. “You’ll take me to the hilt, missy. Even if it hurts.” He gave her a level, implacable gaze that shot lust straight to her core. “Especially if it hurts.”

As he stared down into her eyes, openly savoring her discomfort, currents of excitement sizzled through her.

Slowly, inevitably, he impaled her, continuing until his groin rubbed against the labia clamps. The glorious heat from the pinching soon engulfed the throbbing at her entrance.

He reached under her to start the anal plug again. With him filling her so completely, the vibrations shook through her whole lower half, and she gasped at the overwhelming sensations pulsing through her.

“Damned tight.” He kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth as ferociously as he started pounding his cock into her body.

He thrust in and out, filling her pussy, emptying her. The multitude of input—vibrators, clamps, his mouth, his cock—rang through her like a tolling bell, confusing her, driving her up again.

Every slick slide of his cock preceded the feeling of being filled to discomfort. His weight was heavy on her hips. She breathed in the clean outdoors scent of him as he kissed her deeply, making her feel thoroughly possessed. Restrained, pressed down, filled everywhere. The shivery knowledge was like bubbles racing through her.

She felt his body start to tighten. Oh yes. She loved feeling him come, seeing the satisfaction on his face. Nothing compared to making this man happy.

“One more,” he said.

“What?”

Without answering, he lifted up slightly and removed her left breast clamp. After a second of almost relief, the agony of blood rushing into the abused flesh made her arch and suck in air. Insidious pleasure wove tendrils between the pain until she wasn’t sure what she felt. Her insides clenched down against his thickness, against the vibrations of the anal plug, and she shot into arousal and need as if a rocket had gone off.

“There’s a good girl.” He stared into her eyes as he slid his cock out, and then he removed the other clamp.

She felt every little prong pull away from her nipple. The shocking influx of blood turned to the most exquisite pulsing, and her body clenched again. The anal plug vibrated, but she was empty…

Laughing under his breath, he slammed his cock home. Her back tried to arch against his heavy weight as her entire body filled with searing, scalding pleasure, filled and overflowed, cascading into an unstoppable climax. Oh God. Wave after wave of sensation rushed through her until her hair and fingers zinged with the orgasm.

Heaven help me; I’m going to die just from a climax. She tried to glare at him, but even her eyelids felt limp. And he was still hard inside her, moving in and out slowly. The realization sent a shudder through her.

“Honey. Not coming?” Her words sounded slurred.

“I will.” His gravelly chuckle was soft against her ear. “When you get off again.”

Her body had died. For sure, this time. “Not happening.” Regret at disappointing him made her breath hitch. “I’m sorry.”

The creases at the corners of his eyes deepened, and the look he gave her tugged at her heart. “Don’t worry, girl.” He nipped her chin, then rubbed his chest against her oversensitive nipples, sending pain zinging down to her clit. Her insides tightened around him and the plug. Somehow, without dislodging himself, he sat back onto his knees, withdrawing until his cock was barely inside her.

Cool air wafted over her damp skin, and her nipples tightened again, increasing the burn. The delight.

He ran a finger over her sensitive clit, making her jump, and she clenched again. His smile showed his enjoyment at controlling her responses…and that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. “Oh, I think you’ve got another orgasm in there,” he said, and his laugh held a cruel, wonderful edge that took her breath away.

Her pulse felt like a throbbing in her lower half. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t make her come again. She’d die. She yanked on her arm restraints. “Not again. Please, I can’t take it again.”

“You can.”

Every sensitive bit on her body felt raw with sensation, like she was getting a continuous delicious whipping. “It’s too much,” she whispered.

His eyes lit. “Then this will top you off.” Still on his knees, he held her gaze as he reached down…and pulled off a labia clamp. She had only a moment to realize what he’d done before he slammed his cock in. Hard. Deep. Pain blasted through her as blood churned back into her labia. Then it all zipped into an unholy pleasure. Her pussy tightened around his slick cock, feeling so, so good.

He picked up the huge vibrator and touched her clit.

The vibrations blasted straight to her core, impacting the pulsations from the plug in her ass. She shuddered at the flood of sensations.

He pulled his shaft out and lifted the vibrator away.

She managed to pull in a breath.

Until he removed another labial clamp and rammed his thick cock in. The vibrator went back onto her clit.

Before, just before she could come, he pulled his cock back. The vibrator up.

She was panting.

The next clamp came off…and the cycle started again. Again and again and again.

She broke, exploding so hard that her hips bucked in protest, every muscle seized into rigidity. Like a volcano, heat erupted into sheer ecstasy, searing through every nerve.

He’d dropped forward onto one arm. His sandpaper laugh scraped in her ear as he pounded into her, deep and deeper, until his cock jerked, adding to the unending vibrations inside her. He came, long and long. As his fingers twined with hers, he kissed her with a rumbling groan of satisfaction that added to her own. She’d pleased him.

Ever so gradually, the waves inside her receded. The ringing in her ears faded. She was still panting, unsure if she’d ever achieve a normal breath again. Her heart felt like when Charles had learned to drum, hammering the house with erratic noise. When she managed to open her eyes, Sam was staring down at her, his face as gentle as she’d ever seen it.

After giving her a light kiss, he took a deep breath that rubbed his chest against her incredibly sensitive nipples and made her moan.

Slowly, he pulled out. When the anal vibrator switched off and was removed, her body could only twitch.

One by one, he unfastened the chains from her legs and arms. When he pulled her arms down, she groaned and gritted her teeth. Sore joints were not a good pain.

“Easy.” As his powerful hands massaged the ache from her shoulders, her body felt as if it was oozing down into the bed, drenched in satiation. Her emotions felt the same way. He was being so careful with her. Evil sadist had turned to lover.

“Hurt too much anywhere?” His fingers trailed over her body, his warm gaze checking for any damage. “Tell me, baby.”

“Uhh-uhhh. Fine.”

“Good.” With gentle, unwavering hands, he rolled her onto her side and curled behind her. His legs tangled with hers; his chest warmed her back. “Sleep, girl,” he growled in her ear.

When she’d been a child, an elderly neighbor’s dog had growled at her constantly. She’d been terrified until the owner explained the noise was Bruno’s way of talking. Light growls, low growls, chompy growls. Even happy growls. She’d discovered that the local bullies never appeared when Bruno walked her to school…growling the entire way.