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In a second he grabbed the front of my dress and ripped, the bodice split with a sharp sound, the shoulder strap flying as he shredded it down the middle. 

Cold air hit my skin, goosebumps racing across my chest as my bra came undone, torn like paper. 

My nipples peaked, hard and aching, a pathetic betrayal of my body’s loyalty. 

He grabbed my arm and hauled me forward, dragging me across the room. I stumbled, barefoot, half naked, until he opened the side door and shoved me into a darker space, his playroom. 

I knew what it was, had only glimpsed it once. A red wall, leather restraints, drawers with silver handles, a padded bench, a gleaming mirror across from a St. Andrew’s cross. 

Panic flickered, but the deeper flame burned beneath it. 

Seeing this. Knowing he was going to touch me like mad, my pussy clenched. I was excited not scared. Excited. 

He closed the door behind us. The lock clicked. 

“You don’t move unless I say,” he growled. “You don’t speak unless I ask. You breathe when I let you.” 

I nodded, but it wasn’t fast enough. He slapped my clit again–harder. 

“Yes, Sir.” 

I cried out, legs wobbling. 

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped. 

He opened one of the drawers with slowly like he was choosing instruments from a gallery of sin. He came back holding a small pink silicone ball. 

“Spread your legs.” 

I hesitated. 

Another slap between my thighs made me yelp and stagger. 

“Now.” 

I did, heart thundering, legs quaking. He dropped to his knees in front of me, and I moaned as he pushed the ball into me. It was larger than I expected, the stretch making me grit my teeth as he slid it in slow, then let it settle deep. 

“That’s where you keep your lies,” he whispered, palm resting on my trembling mound. “I’ll stuff them so full, they’ll have no room left.” 

I moaned, back arching as I clenched around the ball instinctively. 

“Oh,” he said darkly, “you liked that.” 

He rose, walked past me, opened another drawer. I couldn’t look away. My breath came in hard pants now, nipples stiff, body alert to every sound. I knew that noise, the metallic click of clamps being pulled free. 

“No,” I breathed. 

“Yes.” 

He returned, holding silver nipple clamps with delicate rubber tips and a cruel little chain linking them. I backed against the wall without thinking. 

“Please, Dominic, don’t.” 

“Don’t what?” he asked as he grabbed my hair, yanked me forward, pressed me to the wall face–first. “Don’t treat you like what you are?” 

He dropped the clamps on a side table and grabbed my breasts roughly, thumbs circling, pinching. 

Then the first clamp snapped on. I screamed, the bite of it so sharp I couldn’t breathe. 

“Stay still,” he said. 

Second clamp, worse than the first, because I knew what was coming. Pain sparked out from my nipples like lightning, pleasure chasing close behind. 

The chain tugged when I moved. I whimpered, stuffed inside me. 

body shaking, pussy throbbing around the ball 

Successfully unlocked! 

“You hate me, don’t you?” he muttered in my ear, one hand between my legs again. “Say it.” 

“I hate you,” I choked, tears welling. 

He pushed two fingers inside alongside the ball. I cried out, overwhelmed, stretched to the edge of breaking 

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“But your pussy,” he whispered, biting my shoulder, “is fucking obsessed.” 

It clenched at his words. It knew. 

I moaned, and he started to pump, fingers grinding against the ball, pressing hard into my walls. I clawed at the wall, unable to move, unable to stop the way my hips started to ride his hand. 

He grabbed the chain between the clamps and pulled. 

I screamed, mouth open wide, body seizing. 

Pleasure hit like lightning. It was just too good. 

“Say it,” he said again. “Say you want more.” 

“I want-” I sobbed. “I want more.” 

“You don’t get to want. You get what I give. I am the master here.” 

He shoved me down to my knees. 

And I waited, for whatever came next, dripping, shaking, clenching tight around that cruel little ball and praying he never fucking stopped. 

The pleasure was too much. I wanted to beg him to fuck me right there and now. My thighs trembled, the clamps tugging with every desperate breath, the chain between them swaying like a cruel pendulum counting down to my ruin. 

But he didn’t fuck me. 

Not yet. Even though that’s what I needed right now to feel his dick inside of me. 

Dominic crouched in front of me, eyes dark, feral, a glint of something near–religious burning behind his gaze. One hand gripped my jaw, smearing the tears along my cheeks, and then he reached beside us, grabbed the slim torch from the wall panel. 

“Color?” he asked. 

I blinked up at him, dazed. 

“I said–color, Aria.” 

“Green,” I breathed, too fast. My cunt ached. My nipples screamed. My mind? Slipping into that thick, velvet fog that blurred pain and pleasure until all that remained was him. 

He smirked, flicked the lighter. The flame flared, small but sharp, and he moved it toward my skin like he was painting shadows onto me. 

He didn’t touch it directly–just traced it close. Close enough that my skin burned with anticipation, goosebumps erupting over my chest, the heat licking just an inch away from my breasts, down my sternum, between my thighs. 

I gasped when he brought it near my clit, the fire teasing me without touch. 

“Do you feel that?” he whispered. “Your cunt tightening around nothing? You’re desperate. Filthy little patient slut.” 

He kissed me then, deep and open, tongue commanding mine, and the fire made my head spin faster. When he broke the kiss, my lip was bitten, red, and his cock was out. Thick. Hard. Angry. 

He shoved it into my mouth without warning, and I moaned as he filled me, jaw aching around his size. His hands gripped my head, guiding, controlling, his hips thrusting with dark, heavy rhythm. 

“Breathe through your nose,” he said, dragging the tip along my tongue. “Take it. Like you’re made for it.” 

I sucked, swirling my tongue, drool slipping down my chin. I could taste his salt, the weight of his control, the feral, 

restrained edge in his every thrust. I reached down, fondled his balls, fingers cupping, kneading as I gagged around his cock. He groaned deep, voice shaking. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You were born for this.” 

Then he yanked me back by the hair–spit and precum coating my lips–and reached behind, grabbing the metal collar and chain from the rack. He clicked it shut around my neck with a heavy finality, and my heart pounded. 

He tugged the chain and I followed, on my knees, like a good fucking toy. 

He led me to the wall and yanked me upright. Before I could think, he shoved me flat against the cold surface, pinned me there with his chest against my back, the chain tugged tight in his hand. His other hand reached down, snuck between my thighs and found my clit again. 

He started to rub, hard, unrelenting. 

My moans were high, broken, desperate. 

But then he grabbed the nipple clamp chain too. He tugged. 

Hard. 

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I screamed…not just from pain, but from how my pussy clenched, how everything inside me twisted tight, too close to the edge. 

I whimpered. “Please. I’m…Dominic…I’m gonna-” 

He stopped. Everything. Just like that. 

I gasped, legs buckling. 

“No,” he said darkly. “You’ll cum when I say.” 

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