Page 70 of Cold Bastard
The final strike was the hardest, landing right across both cheeks, and the pain-pleasure was so intense I screamed as my body convulsed against the restraints.
I was right there, right on the edge, so close I could feel it.
“Ten,” I sobbed.
The paddle clattered to the floor. For a moment, I thought he might relent. Might give me what I needed. His hands were on me, spreading my ass cheeks, and then his tongue was there again, licking over my swollen, aching clit with a pressure that made me see stars. I felt my orgasm build, cresting, about to break, and he stopped. Pulled away completely.
He left me there, bound as my body trembled, desperate and screaming for a release that wasn’t coming.
“No,” I sobbed. “No, please, Nano, please.”
“No,” he said simply. His voice was calm, almost gentle.
I heard him moving around the room, his footsteps unhurried. He was getting something. Water, maybe. A towel. Like this was just another day, just another task to complete.
Meanwhile, I was falling apart. My entire body was on fire. Every nerve ending screamed for relief. My arousal was so intense it hurt, a physical ache that radiated from my core through every muscle, every bone. I had never felt anything like this before. This desperate, clawing need that had nowhere to go. “Please,” I begged, as my voice broke. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ll transfer the money. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I know you will,” he said, as I heard him walk back to the bed.
I felt him undo the restraints, his movements efficient and practiced. The handcuffs came off first, then the ropes around my ankles. My limbs were shaking so badly I could barely move them.
“Up,” he said, and helped me sit up on the edge of the bed.
I looked at him through tear-blurred eyes, my body still trembling with unfulfilled need. He watched me with that same calm, assessing expression, like I was a problem he was solving as he handed me a bottle of water, and I took it with shaking hands.
“Drink,” he ordered.
I did. The cool liquid did nothing to ease the fire burning through me.
“You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight,” he continued. “Right next to me. And you’re going to feel every second of this need. Every time you shift, every time you breathe, you’re going to remember what it feels like to be denied. And tomorrow, I’m going to do this all over again. And the day after that. Until you break.”
I stared at him, horror and desperation warring in my chest.
“You can’t,” I whispered.
“I can.” He smirked. “And I will.”
He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt, getting ready for bed as if this were normal. Like he hadn’t just systematically destroyed me.
“Lie down,” he said, gesturing to the bed. “On your side. Facing away from me.”
I did, my body moving on autopilot, too exhausted and overwhelmed to fight anymore. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin, but they did nothing to ease the ache between my legs. He climbed into bed behind me, his body warm against my back. One arm draped over my waist, possessive and inescapable.
“Sleep,” he murmured against my ear. “If you can.”
I closed my eyes, but sleep felt impossible. My body still thrummed with need, every nerve ending alive and screaming.My arousal hadn’t faded. If anything, it had intensified, as it settled into a constant, throbbing ache that I couldn’t escape.
This was the punishment.
Not the paddle. Not the restraints. Not even the edging.
This. This endless, desperate need with no relief in sight. This knowledge that he could do this to me whenever he wanted, for as long as he wanted, and I was powerless to stop him. And the worst part. The part that made me want to scream was that even now, even after everything, part of me was already wondering what tomorrow would bring. What would he do to me next? How much worse he could make this. Part of me already craved it as I felt a tear slide down my cheek and soak into the pillow.
Behind me, Nano’s breathing had already evened out into sleep as I lay there in the darkness, my body aching and desperate, and realized that this was only the beginning.
He was going to break me.
And I was going to let him.
