Snare (Delirious book 1) (37 page)

He walks to the table, leaving me naked and confused. He picks up a metal plug, this one bigger than all the previous ones, and lubricates it. My eyes grow big at the sight. As he comes toward me, he says, “Bend over.” Fear creeps up at me as he walks to my perched ass. “Hands on your knees.”

I do as he says. It doesn’t take him long to position the plug against my bud and push it inside. I groan, a bit of frustration and a bit of excitement, as he pushes it in completely. “Good girl.”

He slaps my ass so hard I stand straight up. I can’t even catch my breath before he’s already pinching my nipples, intense sensations flooding me. Then he decides to drag me across the floor by my breasts alone.

“Ow!” I yell as he tugs at my nipples. “That hurts!”

“It’s supposed to.” He hauls me toward the middle of the room and says, “On your knees.”

As I get down on my knees, he fetches a rope from the table. He takes off my cuffs and throws the rope over the hook hanging from the ceiling. Then he ties it to my wrists and pulls until my hands are up in the air, stretching my muscles to the limit. When it’s tight enough, he ties the rope to a metal ring attached to the floor.

It feels strange, arms stretched, on my knees, helpless and left to his whims. Sexy, even. Undeniably freeing in some way. Like a delicate flower constricted by a rope, I hang from the ceiling, ready for his merciless assault, and I’m willing. Needy. So bad, I almost feel guilty.
Almost.

With a hint of admiration, he watches me for a second, circling around me with determined steps. He takes the camera he gave me from his pocket and snaps a picture of me. A hot flash courses through my body, because I’m wondering what he’ll do with the picture. He takes another one, and then another one, each from a different corner. He goes to the table again and grabs a big wand thing, which I believe is a vibrator. He places it against my pussy and turns it on, immediately making me squirm. God, I almost feel guilty for wanting this.
Almost.

He places it below me and says, “Sit on it. Don’t let it slip, or else.”

“Yes, Mister Brand,” I say as he walks around me and then slaps my ass. I almost lose balance, but by tensing my muscles, I manage to keep the vibrator between my thighs. He takes another picture and tucks the camera back into his pocket. Grunting, he stands before me and pulls down his zipper, taking out his cock. It’s already hard and throbbing and he immediately pushes the tip against my mouth. “Suck.”

Accompanying Song:
“Angel” by Massive Attack

Room 146, Providence, Rhode Island – May 24
th
, 2013

She is way too attached to me, too willing to be my captive. I have to change that, which is why I’m going to make her lick my cock and then some. Oh, the things I have in mind …

I shove my cock inside her mouth when she’s barely parted her lips, forcing my way in. Fuck, her tongue feels delicious as it covers my cock with saliva. She sucks and licks me as commanded, like a good little fairy, which I’ve captured and made to shine and sing only for me. And oh, how she will scream.

Sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, I increase the pace relentlessly, trying to get a rise out of her. But she doesn’t flinch, so I kick it up a notch by gripping her hair and tugging her closer. I’ll break her until she can no longer stand. If she thinks she wants this, she’s wrong. I’ll prove it to her. I thrust myself into her so deep that her mouth is at the base.

“Hold it,” I say, before retreating again a few seconds after. She’s gasping for air, her face flushed from the vibrator making her clit throb. I smirk as I watch her pant. “Does it feel good on your pussy?” I ask.

“Yes, Mister Brand,” she says.

“Good enough to want my cock in it?”

“Yes, Mister Brand.”

“Not until you beg …” I force my cock back in before she has time to say anything. I ram it down her throat, grabbing her hair tight as I fuck her mouth. God, it feels so good to fuck her like this. Raw. Painful. Like an animal. I have all the control, and I love it. It’s what I need to get off.

“Yes, suck as hard as you can, and maybe I’ll reward you.”

She moans as I take out my cock. “Reward?”

“You’ll get my cock.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Yes, you do. I’ll make you beg me for it before this day is over.”

“Why not now?”

I smirk at those words. “Not yet, Miss Carrigan.” I know she’s secretly dying to feel me inside her, even though she won’t admit it.

The annoyed groan that comes from her mouth sounds wonderful. I go to my knees, grab the vibrator, and push it up against her clit. She moans, closing her eyes, and I slap her tit to wake her up again. “Keep your eyes on me,” I say as I continue to rub her clit with the Magic Wand.

“Oh God …” she murmurs.

“Keep going,” I say. “Until the edge.”

She moans so loud that I think she’s almost there, so I let go of the wand and position it against her pussy again, stepping back. She growls as I lick my lips. “Do you want to come so badly?” I ask.

She frowns. “Yes …”

I whack her other tit, and she cries out in pain.

“Yes, Mister Brand!”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“You can’t come unless I say you can.” I push my cock against her lips again and force my way inside. “I’m going to make you lick my cum first.”

The sounds she makes are a combination of frustration as well as lust. I can hear from the pitch of it that she’s not far off, but she’s not allowed to come. Not for a long while. She’ll have to sit through this and suffer while I come. Oh yes … I’ll come, and come, and come, and make her wait an eternity. She’ll be begging me on her knees to fuck her pussy when I’m done with her.

Her legs are shaking and sweat drips down her face as she holds back the orgasm while I fuck her mouth.

“Would you like to taste my cum, Miss Carrigan?”

“Yes …” she moans. “Give it to me, please.”

I thrust and thrust until I reach the point of ecstasy. Then I take out my cock and stroke it, spreading her saliva all over. “Stick out your tongue,” I growl, just before I shoot my load at her. It covers her face, her lips; it’s in her mouth and all over her tits. Not to mention that the floor is covered, too. I made such a mess.

I wipe my cock on her guilty-pleasured face and then point at the floor. Her eyes follow my finger obediently. “Clean it,” I say.

“What?” She looks at the cum stains. I bend over and loosen the rope so she can go to the floor, but not an inch longer. Snapping my finger, I say, “Lick.”

With a wince, she lowers herself and starts licking the floors. Cum covers her mouth and I love how it looks on her. “Eat it all up,” I say, smirking at the sight. My cock is already flaccid, but I’m not done yet. Oh no, not by a long shot.

“How does it taste?” I ask.

“Like you, Mister Brand.”

I muffle a laugh. “If you want to come, you’d better fucking love my cum.”

“I do,” she mumbles after each lick. Then she raises her head. “I thought you were going to fuck me.”

I push her head down into my cum. “Did I say you could stop?”

“No …”

“Then lick the floor. I don’t want to see you come up for air until this floor is clean.” I let go again, tucking my cock back into my pants, and walk to the table where I grab another rope. I check if she’s finished before pulling her back up and tying the rope around her waist.

She moans and moves around as I push the vibrator into position and fasten it with the ropes. It’s tied to her body now, while she looks like she’s dancing on hot coals.

“Are you ready to come?” I ask.

“Yes, oh God, yes. Please, Mister Brand.”

“Not yet …”

“Oh …” she growls. “Why are you tormenting me so much?”

“Because I’m going to prove a point.” I make sure the rope is tied so tight that she can’t escape.

“Which is?”

“That I own you, not the other way around.”

She bristles but doesn’t say a word.

“Remember, you cannot come … or I will give you pain.”

“Yes, Mister Brand.” I turn around and walk away. “Wait, where are you going?” she calls out.

“Out.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I can.”

Room 146, Providence, Rhode Island – May 24
th
, 2013, two hours later

I spent the last two hours meticulously writing my book. It took me a while to get the right words down because her noises constantly distracted me. She cried out so loud I could hear her in my own home. Such a screamer. Love it.

Although, I won’t admit to that, of course. If nothing else, I should punish her for making such a ruckus while I was trying to work.

Yes, I make her wait. Anxiously, to the point of cussing. I want her over the edge because she needs to realize that the one in charge isn’t sweet. She can’t fall for me and expect me to be the man she wants me to be. I won’t allow it.

As I step into the room, her brows draw together and she starts to groan. “Please…”

“Hmm?”

“I can’t …” she mumbles.

“You want to come so badly?”

“Yes …”

“How bad?”

“I want to come. Jesus, I want to come.” The words sound more like moans, and they make me chuckle. I walk to her and take the vibrator away from her skin, turning it off. The buzzing she must be feeling has her completely flushed.

“No …” she mutters. “I was almost there.”

“I know,” I say, as I tie the rope around her waist and attach it to a different hook.

“How was my cum, little fairy?” I ask. “Did it taste good?”

“Yes, Mister Brand,” she growls.

I pull back her hair. “Not good enough. Tell me how much you liked it.”

“I liked it a lot, Mister Brand.”

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, so much more …”