Page 68 of Knife Volume 2

She went up and back down, slowly, over and over until she couldn’t, and then the cane struck again while he counted the rest of the set.

She was beyond exhausted and her abs felt like they were melting. The backs of her thighs were a throbbing, stinging mess.

But she kept going, forcing herself through rep after rep because she had to please him. Even when her core completely failed and she was left hanging there, sobbing and shaking, she still tried to lift again the moment he gave the order.

She sighed in relief when he put the eight-foot-long whippy antenna away, but then watched with trepidation when he walked to her with nipple clamps and a handful of weights.

He squatted in front of her, cupped her breast, pinched the already-tender nipple until it stood out hard and aching, and attached the first clamp. The metal jaws bit down, sending a sharp, crushing pain straight through the sensitive, already bruised nub. She gasped, hips jerking uselessly in the suspension. Before she could catch her breath, he did the same to the other nipple.

Then he added the weights.

One heavy metal ball after another clicked onto the long chains hanging from the clamps, so the weights were dangling below her shoulders. Each new weight pulled her nipples downward, stretching the tender flesh farther, turning the bite of the clamps into a constant, dragging agony. The chains swung with every shallow breath she took, tugging and twisting her nipples mercilessly. The pain bloomed hotter, deeper, radiating outward until her whole chest once again felt like it was on fire.

She whimpered helplessly as the weights continued to swing and pull, each tiny movement sending fresh sparks of torment through her abused breasts.

He stepped back to admire his work, dark satisfaction clear in his eyes.

He looked up at her feet, stepped back to her, and released one ankle, but he moved it to the end of the five-foot beam. He did the same to the other, and her legs were suddenly stretched impossibly wide. Her thighs burned, and her pussy and asshole were completely exposed and vulnerable.

Still upside down, she watched him return to the chest, then walk back to her with a rawhide flogger she’d never seen before.

Something new.

The strands looked thick and stiff — unconditioned rawhide that’d never been broken in or oiled. The falls were coarse, with rough edges. The kind of leather that would bite and scrape rather than kiss. The handle was bare wood, unstained, and the whole thing looked mean. Vicious. Like it’d been made specifically to hurt soft, sensitive places.

Chapter 28

Tuesday watched his arm fly up and down, and the first impact of the stiff, crude strands crashed onto her spread pussy with a vicious crack, scraping over her tender lips and swollen clit.

It didn’t kiss — it scoured. The rough, unyielding rawhide dragged and bit like evil sandpaper raked across raw nerves. She screamed, her whole body jerking violently in the ropes.

He didn’t pause.

Strike after strike fell in a merciless rhythm, the heavy falls lashing her exposed sex from her tight, clenching asshole to the top of her mound, flaying everything in between. Each impact scraped and stung, leaving her most sensitive flesh burning and raw. The wide spread of her legs left her completely open, no protection at all as the cruel rawhide whipped the tender ring of her asshole, her pussy lips, the entrance to her cunt, and her clit over and over.

She screamed until her throat went hoarse, thrashing helplessly in the suspension with her arms locked behind her back. Every strike felt like fire being raked across her most private places. The unrelenting pain didn’t just sting but abraded, leaving her swollen, throbbing, and impossibly sensitive.

And still he kept going, flogging her spread, vulnerable pussy with calm, devastating precision and the strength of a powerful shifter.

He didn’t stop until her entire groin was a throbbing, inflamed mess.

And then, he tossed the flogger aside, raised the beam higher, fisted her hair, and drove his cock straight into her throat.

He fucked her face brutally, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt again and again. She gagged and choked around his thick length, tears streaming over her forehead and into her hair as she fought for air. Her throat convulsed helplessly around him, her lungs burning, but he kept going — deep, relentless, using her mouth like it existed only for his pleasure.

When he finally came, he held himself deep, groaning low as he emptied himself straight down her throat in heavy, pulsing jets. She had no choice but to swallow every drop, choking and gasping around him until he finally pulled out.

He stepped back, barely breathing hard, and looked at her for a long moment — hanging upside down, sobbing, drooling. Wrecked.

Then he turned and walked downstairs without a word, leaving her alone.

Her shoulders screamed from having to hold her arms up. There was no way to relax them, and especially after the earlier pose, her muscles burned with exhaustion and strain. The dozens and dozens of cane marks on her thighs and ass throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Her pussy was raw and inflamed, every pulse of blood making the scraped, whipped flesh ache worse. Her abs were sore and trembling from the endless crunches. And still, the need for release roared through her like a living thing. Her clit throbbed viciously. Her empty pussy clenched and fluttered around nothing. She was so desperate to come, she thought she might actually lose her mind.

She hung there, sobbing quietly, every part of her body on fire, her mind a swirling storm of exhaustion, pain, and unbearable, denied hunger.

Before too long, she heard his footsteps on the stairs again. His walk was different when he crossed the room, and his hands were gentle when they removed the nipple clamps and then cradled her carefully in one strong arm while he released her legs with the other, supporting her weight with care.

It was as if he’d done a Jekyll and Hyde thing while downstairs. Gone was the strict taskmaster, and she curled into his warmth while her nipples screamed with the return of blood to the ravaged nerve endings.