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“Okay, so… There’s something I’d like to try, “ Violet began, fidgeting where she sat in the grass near the small lake. They were taking a break after practising some flight manoeuvres, sitting cuddled together, and the moment was just too good for Violet to let it pass.
As she explained her idea, Xaden grew quieter and more serious with every minute, his arms around her tensing. By the end, he was gnawing on his lower lip, a hard line between his eyes.
“You’re right, this is an option. Everything is, as long as we both agree to give it a try. This, though…” He took a deep breath and slowly let it out again. “I’ve never done something like this before, never even thought of it. But I’m willing to give it a try if it’s what you want.”
“I don’t know whether I want it that way,” she interrupted him. “But it sounded… intriguing?”
Xaden nodded, swallowing. “Fair enough. But if we do this, then safe words are even more important than ever. And… I’m going to need one, too. To signal the end of the scene to you or in case it… it gets too much for me.”
With a reassuring smile, Violet reached for his hand. “Of course. Do you already have one in mind?”
Xaden huffed a short laugh, his lips relaxing into something of a smile. “Yeah. I’ve been doing this for a bit longer than you, remember?”
“Then what is your word?”
Xaden looked up again, his gaze holding hers prisoner. “Parapet.”
. o O o .
With something of a groan, Violet stretched her arms above her head, her shoulders protesting. Lifting weights with Imogen had been as gruelling as ever—but the results were unmistakable so she wouldn’t complain. And at least she’d gone easy on her tonight; Imogen had been eager to be done with it all, as if in a hurry to get somewhere else. Well, if she’d found someone to get over Gerrick’s rejection, good for her. And if it left Violet not as drained as she usually was, all the better. Maybe she’d even get some light reading for fun done tonight.
Smiling to herself, Violet walked along the empty corridors of the Riders Quadrant toward the dormitory. There once was a time when she’d eyed every shadow with suspicion, worried they might attack her. Now though, those memories made her grin. Xaden had never been out to kill her as she now knew, and if he were to attack her, it would be in an entirely different way. A smirk formed on her lips as she pondered going to his room instead of her own. Thanks to Imogen’s distractedness, she was not too exhausted for a quick romp between the sheets tonight.
However, tonight, she should have looked out for the shadows after all.
The attack came quickly, quietly. A couple of cushioned steps behind her, then two strong arms wrapped around her torso, holding her arms pinned to her sides and her head in place. There was fabric against her face, over her head, a short stinging pain in her shoulder, and then—nothing.
. o O o .
Violet woke to darkness. She could see, the bag over her head was gone, but the room she found herself in was only barely illuminated. A quick dazed glance told her there were small mage lights flickering near the floor, out of her sight where she lay on a hard but raised surface. A table maybe?
Trying to focus, she looked around the dark room for more details but couldn’t figure out where she was. It looked like some kind of storage cellar, but dustier, clearly not used regularly. There were old barrels stacked near one wall and the broken remains of crates in the far corner. Everything seemed like it got pushed aside to make space in the middle of the room, though. Where she lay.
Groaning, she tried to sit up to get a better look—but found that she couldn’t. She tried to move her arms, first to rub her eyes then pulling more firmly to break them free, but something firmly held them in place, pulled to either side of her. She couldn’t be sure but thought those had to be sturdy leather cuffs around her wrists. There were some around her ankles, too, pulled up by thick ropes so her legs dangled from the ceiling, spread wide, and only leaving her upper body lying on the hard surface of the table, secured by a sturdy-looking belt just beneath her breasts. Her bare breasts.
Violet’s breathing quickened and adrenalin shot through her body, chasing away every last remnant of dizziness as her situation fully sank in. Someone ambushed and sedated her, that much she remembered. Then they must have brought her to this unused cellar where she now lay restrained, spread helplessly, and entirely naked.
Oh, shit…
“Tairn?” she thought, frantically. “Tairn, someone attacked me.” But there was no answer, no sense of connection where she usually felt her dragons. “Xaden?” she tried again, but with the same result. There was nothing, only a wall of cool silence around her mind. A cold sinking feeling spread from her stomach through her entire body. Whatever the attacker had injected her with to sedate her, it seemed to have cut off her mental connections, too.
Frantically, she tried to pull harder on her restraints, hoping one might break, but to no avail. She was stuck.
And even worse, there were steps coming closer, the same cushioned steps she’d heard before.
“Now, look at that. My little bird is finally awake.”
The voice was dull, muffled, and even though it sounded vaguely familiar, she couldn’t quite place it. All she knew was that it was a male voice and had to belong to a rider. Who else could’ve put up the mage lights?
“Get these cuffs off me,” she snarled. “Or I promise you’ll regret it.” Even her own voice sounded muffled, though. Had he put some plugs into her ears?
He laughed, low and menacing. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll regret any of this.” He appeared at the edge of her vision, but when she turned her head, she still couldn’t determine who he was, a black mask covering his entire head save for his eyes and his mouth. “On the contrary, little bird. I’m going to greatly enjoy clipping your wings.”
Violet sucked in a breath, fear spiking nearly painfully through her entire body. “What are you going to do with me?”
Stepping closer, he smirked. “What do you think?” He let his fingers trail from her wrist up her arm, over her shoulder and down to her collarbone. “I’ve been watching you since the day you first set foot on the ground on the riders’ citadel. How you overcame every obstacle, every rival. And I knew I had to have you. Had to make you mine.” His fingers moved further down, between her breasts. “And who would have thought? You’re even more beautiful beneath these leathers.” He chuckled, tracing along her ribs, and Violet couldn’t suppress a shudder any more.
“Take your hands off me.” She’d meant for her words to sound threatening, but they came out more as a whine, her voice breaking. She wasn’t fooling herself; in her current position, he could do anything to her and she had no way at all to defend herself. Even her lightning was out of reach thanks to whatever drug he gave her.
“Take my hands off you?” He snorted. “And what would you rather have me do instead? Is it my cock you crave? I’ve heard you’re quite the slut under the right circumstances.” He laughed at her horrified expression. “Don’t be so shocked, stupidity doesn’t suit you. I told you I’ve been watching you. Seducing your squad leader, then switching over to your wing leader when he’s of no use to you anymore. Truly impressive.”
“N-no, that’s not—” she tried to protest, but he pressed his hand over her mouth to silence her, surely leaving bruises with how harshly his fingers dug into her cheek.
“Ah, ah, ah. I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. You’ve brought this over yourself with how fucking delectable you look, with that alluringly curvy body, your long hair, your pretty lips. Oh, I can’t wait to see them wrapped around my cock. You’ll look so beautiful.”
Violet shrieked as he palmed her breast and squeezed tightly, pain spreading through her entire chest, but he only snarled and shifted his hand so it covered her nose, too.
“I said I don’t want to hear any complaints. In fact, all I want to hear from you is your song of pleasure and maybe begging me to fuck you harder. Understood?”
He pulled his hand away, but only when the edges of her vision started to turn black with the lack of oxygen and she was thrashing with desperation. Now, Violet needed a few moments to gulp in air, for her mind to settle. “You… you’re insane,” she whispered, though still with steel in her voice. “When you think I’ll be begging you for anything.” Whatever he meant to do to her… she wouldn’t be able to prevent it, she was too rational to hope otherwise. But she sure as Malek wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of enjoying it.
He merely snorted though. “We’ll see about that, little bird.” He left her field of vision but didn’t leave her alone, rummaging about somewhere above her head. When he came back, he held a syringe in his right hand.
Violet paled. “What’s that?”
“So inquisitive.” He clicked his tongue. “But that’s how you are, isn’t that right? Always having to know every minute detail.” He caressed along her cheek then pressed two fingers against her lower lip to open her mouth, and Violet couldn’t hold herself back—she snapped at him.
SLAP!
Violet cried out and her head snapped to the side as he hit her.
“Don’t you dare do that again, you stupid bitch!” He was fuming with rage. “You’re mine! You’ll do what I say, worship the ground I stand on.” He grabbed her chin with his free hand, his fingers and thumb digging into her cheeks, making her cry out with pain. He slapped her again, but even though it wasn’t quite as hard this time, it still left her ears ringing.
He pulled back with an angry huff, then climbed onto the table next to her. “I wasn’t going to tell you what this magical tonic is,” he snarled. “I wanted to surprise you, let you see just how much you need me. But now…” He pressed one of his knees onto her lower arm, and Violet whimpered. She knew all too well, if he pressed down just a little harder, her bones would snap beneath the pressure like dry twigs. “Now, I’m going to tell you what this is, what will happen to you. Just to see you squirm and pointlessly fight against it.” He smirked at her, devious excitement gleaming in his eyes as he held up the string in front of her face. “This is an aphrodisiac. A quite powerful, I may add. Once it is in your system, you’ll get so horny that you won’t be able to help it. You’ll do anything just to get relief, even debase yourself beyond what you think possible. You’ll want to be mine forever, simply because I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
Violet’s eyes widened in shock and she shook her head, hoping this was nothing but a nightmare, that she might wake up any minute now if only she tried hard enough. She didn’t wake up, though. “Xaden!” she tried again. “Xaden, where are you? Help me!” But there still was no answer, no tangible connection for her to follow. Only silence
Tears pricked at her eyes as he lowered the syringe to the crook of her arm. “No, please,” she pleaded. “Don’t… don’t do that. Maybe we can—”
“—can come to an agreement?” He laughed, short and humourless. “I don’t think so. You’re too strong-willed to give up without a fight. And I’d rather you fight your own body than me. Besides—” he brought the tip to her skin and pierced it, her arm still caught beneath the relentless pressure of his knee— “I want you to enjoy this, too. I want the pleasure I can give you to burn through your senses, to burn away every resistance until you’re my compliment little pet. It’ll make everything after tonight so much easier.” He pushed down on the plunger.
Trembling with fear of the picture he’d painted for her, Violet hissed at the drug’s initial burn, a single tear running down the side of her face.
No! No, she would not give up that easily. Surely Tairn would have noticed that something was wrong by now. Surely, Xaden would already be looking for her. All she had to do was hold out long enough for him to find her here.
Wherever here was…
At first, nothing happened, though. Once she’d fallen limp under him, the drug inexorably making its way through her system, he jumped off the table and left with a threat of pain should she start making too much noise. Violet could follow his steps into what seemed to be an adjacent room, but then all noises soon fell quiet to her plugged ears.
He left her there for what felt like an eternity. On the one hand, she was glad for this reprieve, but on the other, it left her with far too much time to think. To notice the changes in her body. How, despite the cool air down here she didn’t feel cold with the way her blood heated. How her skin seemed to shrink until it felt too tight around her body, too sensitive to every tiny movement. How her nipples hardened, almost itching with their need to be touched, and how wetness gathered between her thighs and she would have given anything to close her legs and rub them together for at least a tiny bit of relief.
With every passing minute, the aphrodisiac’s effect intensified until she was squirming and covered in sweat, little mewls and moans slipping off her tongue at every scrape of the table’s surface against her skin. So when the cushioned steps eventually returned, a tiny drop of relief mixed itself into the dread rising in her chest.
“I think you’ve stewed enough now, little bird,” he purred, tracing the burning imprint of his hand on her cheek. “Are you ready to beg for my mercy yet?”
Violet gritted her teeth. “Fuck off,” she snarled, even as his light touch sent darts of pleasure through her entire body. Shit…
He clucked his tongue and once again grabbed her jaw in his large hand. “Ah, my pet still has no manners?” He smirked as if he hadn’t expected anything else. “Such a dirty mouth. Guess I’ll have to train that out of you, eh?” Still holding her mouth open, he reached for something hanging from his belt, and Violet’s eyes widened with apprehension when she recognised what it was.
The gag was larger than it had to be, at least when it was merely about shutting her up. Following the wide base and ridges for her teeth came a longer curved protrusion. It wasn’t quite as long as some she’d seen in Xaden’s collection, but still large enough to reach uncomfortably deep into her mouth.
She tried to break free from his grip, to close her mouth and prevent him from inserting the gag past her lips, but his grip was firm, his resolve unyielding. “Stop fighting, little bird,” he said, almost bored. “Don’t be such a cliche. This is for your own good, preparing your throat to take me instead later. You’ll see it’ll be so much easier this way.”
With a gurgling sound, Violet gave up resisting the gag; it was pointless anyway. Tears leaked from her eyes as her muscles clenched around the intrusion on reflex, unsuccessfully trying to push it out as he tightly fastened the gag behind her head. It took her a minute of gaging and choking before she could get a grip on her reflexes before she managed to calmly breathe through her nose and keep the rising panic in check that even momentarily overwrote her growing arousal.
“See, it’s not so hard. And don’t worry, I can still hear you singing like this.” As if to prove his point, he reached for her nipple and twisted it, hard, drawing a surprised shriek from Violet, and even muffled through the gag as it was, it made him beam with excitement. “Sweeter than the sweetest music.”
More tears leaked from Violet’s eyes at the humiliation, and she had to fight to reign in her sobs lest they caused her to gag again. And it only got worse.
“Now that that’s settled, I have a gift for you.” He reached into a pocket and pulled out a long stripe of leather, black with small shimmering glass crystals on it. “Every pet deserves a collar, and I had this one specifically made only for you. Isn’t it pretty?” He made to put it around her neck, and Violet had to close her eyes to not let despair consume her.
The collars Xaden had given her had been a true gift, one where she decided if and when she wanted to wear them, and sometimes letting him put them on her was her gift to him. A collar meant obedience, ownership, complete submission. It was quite possible that this guy wasn’t even aware of what he was doing, but for Violet being forced to wear this collar now felt more invasive than the gag still lodged in her throat.
“There,” he preened once he’d closed the clasp at the back of her neck. “I knew it would fit you like a glove. And don’t you look pretty? Just wait until I attach a leash to it and lead you around by my side.”
Violet tried to ignore his words, tried to not let them get to her, which turned out to be easier than expected though not for a pleasant reason. What he called ‘fitting like a glove’ was a bit too tight around her neck for her comfort, making it even harder to breathe around the gag. It worked, she wouldn’t suffocate like this, but it certainly wasn’t comfortable. Between clinging to the still-growing arousal in her body and the reduced oxygen, she already felt lightheaded.
“But now that all this is dealt with….” He gave her a last satisfied clap on the cheek, smirking when she fought down another chock, then walked around the table. “It’s time for the real fun, don’t you think, little bird?” Without preamble, he brought his hand between her legs and hummed at the wetness that had already gathered there. “And I see my little potion is working, too. Or have you by any chance already accepted me as your owner? Are you looking forward to me fucking you senseless?”
He pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy and laughed as she cried out and arched off the table, in surprise, to get away from him, the sensation too intense. All it did, however, was make her choke again as the gag in her throat shifted with the movement, humiliating her further as he pulled her hips back down in place with his free hand.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Smirking, he fucked his fingers into her harder, without mercy, without a care for how it made her feel. “You’re too stubborn to accept your place just like that. And I’ve been so looking forward to breaking you in, anyway.”
He kept going, and even though Violet wanted to hate how it felt… she couldn’t. Not with how she’d clung to the pleasure as an anchor only moments ago and not with how the drug heightened every sensation with an intensity that nearly burned her. How his large fingers stretched her, rubbed against her inner walls, how he filled her, carving room for himself. It wasn’t clever or skilfully aimed at pleasing her, but it was still enough to ramp up her pleasure, to make that coil in her guts tighten to an unbearable knot. Moaning, she strained against his hold on her hips, but there was no escape. He only chuckled and fucked her even harder, his fingers relentlessly rubbing against her G-spot. It made her shriek around the gag, made her thrash and twist to escape the intense pleasure, so hot it was burning beneath her skin, ready to explode at any moment.
She could feel the edge beckoning and tried her hardest to push it away, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of coming on his fingers. Or at least not so easily; she wasn’t delusional, with this drug in her system she wouldn’t be able to resist forever. However, before she was in any danger of losing this battle, he pulled his fingers out.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he teased. “No getting ahead here.” He chuckled at the relieved moan that escaped her, mistaking it for despair. “But you’ll get there, don’t worry, little bird.”
He left her again, but only for a moment this time, picking up something from a shelf near the other room. “My little spies told me you’re quite fond of these,” he mused, returning with one of those magic-fuelled sex toys specifically for riders. He rubbed it along her slit, occasionally hitting her clit as well, and smirked at how she bucked, how she kept choking around the horrid gag. “Yeah, that’s it, isn’t it? Just what you like. See, I’ll take good care of you when you behave.” With little to no care, he pushed the dildo into her pussy, the curved head dragging painfully along her inner walls, and Violet cried out once more, the pain and pleasure blurring together until they were one and the same.
Gods, she wasn’t sure how long she could endure this without breaking.
It got worse when he activated the toy, its head moving and vibrating inside her until she went cross-eyed with the onslaught of please. Fuck! This was similar to her favourite toy, the one that could make her come in only a couple of minutes if Xaden aimed for that. She didn’t stand a chance.
For now, however, he only let the toy work inside her without any further stimulation, and even though her body was taut with the pleasure relentlessly racing through her, Violet relaxed, at least internally. As long as he didn’t get to her clit, she was in no danger of giving in to this madman and coming on his whim.
“Already softening to me, are you?” he teased, misreading her reaction. He stood near her head again now, his face level with her own. “Yeah, that’s right. You belong to me now. Your body, your pleasure, your mind. All mine.” He laughed again. “And now, it’s time to truly claim you.”
A fresh wave of panic rose inside her as he reached for her gag again, but instead of pushing it deeper or wiggling it around to further torment her, he loosened the clasps holding it in place and then roughly pulled it out of her. Violet coughed, drool and tears covering large parts of her face, but at least she could breathe again.
“Don’t fret, little bird,” he cooed, mockingly. “I know it’s jarring but you’ll get something better, just wait for it.” He straightened, then hooked his hands beneath her arms and pulled her back until her head hung uncomfortably over the edge of the table.
Violet didn’t need to see him loosening the cords of his leathers to know what would come next, but with the toy mercilessly working inside her, she had no mind to even be scared or disgusted. At this point, everything that provided a distraction from the raging pleasure wrecking her body was welcome. Even if it was this swine forcing his cock down her throat.
“What did you mean,” she gasped, clinging to just anything that would delay what was coming. “Your little spies told you?” She was half delirious, lost within her body, but this detail had still caught her attention. Maybe, if she could figure out who he was behind that mask…
He huffed a short laugh. “You’d like to know that, wouldn’t you?” He lazily stroked his cock, now free of its confinements, and let it slide all over her face, leaving a trail of pre-come in its wake. “Maybe my signet lets me control animals, lets me communicate with them. Don’t you think sparrows and pigeons sitting in front of people’s windows would make incredible spies?” He laughed again.
And then pushed his cock past her lips and down her throat in one brutal thrust.
Violet screamed, her eyes flying wide, but quickly was silenced by his thick length blocking her air supply, by her entire body locking up as she choked on the intrusion, panic overruling every other thought. She was going to die, to suffocate on his cock, never to see her dragons or Xaden again, never to—
“Hush, hush, it’s alright,” he cooed, his hands holding her head in place weirdly soothing. “Just breathe through your nose, little bird. I know you can take it.”
Violet hated how caring his words sounded but couldn’t resist the comfort they brought her anyway, how his touch grounded her. Whimpering around his cock, she managed to calm her throat enough to breathe in through her nose. It was difficult, the collar not leaving much room for anything besides his cock, and his scent filling her nose made her head spin further. But at least she wasn’t dying.
“Yeah, just like that,” he drawled, slowly pulling out and rocking back in a few times. “Pretty bird, now let me hear you sing.”
He made a gesture with his hand, and the moment the toy switched to a higher setting, his movements grew more intense, too. Even muffled and fighting to get enough air, Violet couldn’t keep herself from moaning at the renewed onslaught of pleasure, from gaging every time he pushed into her to the hilt, from screaming every second she got the chance, hoping beyond reason he might show mercy, after all.
But he showed no signs of easing up on her.
On the contrary, the longer he fucked into her throat, the more comfortable he seemed to get. “Gods, yes, just like that, little bird. Sing for me. Sing your song of joy and delight.” He laughed at the obscene noises coming from her throat, at the way her lower body arched and writhed at the toy’s merciless assault. “Fuck, I’ve waited so long to have you, too long seeing how much you’re enjoying yourself.”
If she could, Violet would have scratched his eyes out for all the absurdities leaving his mouth. How could he be so delusional as to think she was enjoying this?
However, the longer he took the harder it grew to breathe somewhat normally. He kept pushing in deeper, taking longer to pull out, rotating his hips to make her gag more, to enjoy the sensation of her clenching muscles around his cock. The only solace Violet found was in the constant pleasure the toy brought her, and even though it was unwanted she couldn’t deny that it felt good, that at least her body, disconnected from her mind and the circumstances, indeed delighted in the sensation. So she kept focussing on that instead of on what he babbled above her, what he was doing to her.
It worked well until his hand closed around her neck in addition to the collar.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, squeezing until she couldn’t breathe at all anymore. “I can feel my cock slide inside you. So hot. Do you feel it, too? How perfectly we fit together?”
Violet could feel it but couldn’t agree. He all but stroked himself, fucking his fist through her neck, and she’d never felt so used, degraded to nothing but a fuck-toy. And with how she couldn’t breathe at all anymore, there was no way to distract herself, either.
Panic overtook her every action. She couldn’t scream, didn’t have any air left for that, but she fought against him with everything she had. The chains attached to her cuffs rattled as she strained against them, her body twisting as much as she could to get him off her.
But it made no difference. He only laughed at her fruitless attempts and groaned at the additional stimulation, fucking her harder still. Every now and then, he would loosen his grip on her neck and allow her a few precious seconds to breathe before he would continue. But even those breaks grew rarer and shorter, his thrusts harsher and more uncontrolled. He grew closer to coming, or so Violet hoped, clinging to her consciousness and kept on what felt like fighting for her life.
The edges of Violet’s vision were turning dark when he finally came. Shouting more obscenities, he pushed into her as deeply as he could, spurting down her throat, thick and hot. Violet barely had the energy left to gag, feeling more like drowning until he finally pulled out.
Violet’s body was torn between greedily sucking in air and retching at the bitter taste, choking. With her face covered in drool and tears, she already felt disgusting enough; she wanted to spit as much of his spent out as possible. But before she could, his hand once again covered her mouth.
“Ah, ah, ah. You’ll swallow it all down, you hear me? I don’t want you to lose a single drop.”
Violet whimpered but complied, nearly gaging again as she fought to swallow, but knew there was no point in fighting him. He was in control, held all the power.
“Good little pet.” He pulled his hand away from her mouth and patted her cheek, a little too hard to be comfortable. But Violet took it, barely let it register in her mind. What did it matter anymore? He would do whatever he wanted and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Not when he was so determined and so caught up in his own distorted mind.
“You’re sick,” she whispered, the words dropping off her lips without her doing, but she regretted them instantly.
With an angry growl, he grabbed her hair in his fist, and Violet cried out as he roughly lifted her head up. “What did I say? No complaining! But since you apparently can’t even follow this simple rule…”
As roughly as he’d pulled her up he let her drop again, too, storming off to somewhere out of her field of vision. Violet tried to stay quiet but couldn’t completely suppress a whimper, even though her head didn’t hit the table as harshly as she’d expected.
A moment later, he was back and, to her horror, once again prying her mouth open. “This will keep you from talking back,” he snarled. He shoved a leather ball between her teeth, keeping her jaw stretched at an uncomfortable ankle, but at least this gag was smaller than the last. No more intrusions down her throat.
Violet sobbed quietly but didn’t fight as he again repositioned her on the table, this time pulling her ass to the other edge of the table.
“You truly like this toy, eh?” He nudged against it, relentlessly returning her focus to the need coursing through her body. “Gods, You’re completely drenched. If only you could see the mess you made of yourself. And the table! Seems like you’re sticky and wet everywhere. Did you enjoy sucking my cock really that much?” He laughed, wiggling the toy inside her to draw more needy noises from her. “Well, maybe you’ll get lucky again later. I took some of that aphrodisiac, too, so I can go all night.”
His words barely registered in Violet’s mind. Not when he kept moving the toy, his free hand roaming up her body to fondle her breasts. It didn’t matter whether he teasingly brushed over her nipples or squeezed her soft flesh in his strong hand until it hurt. Every single action only drove her higher until lust consumed her every thought, burning away what remnants of herself still lingered. Without the distraction of discomfort, this was what her world boiled down to, the all-consuming pleasure that wrecked her body.
If only it could find an outlet.
But her tormentor didn’t even seem to know her clit existed, let alone that it was sensitive or, in her case, vital to reach completion. So no matter how much he played with her body, how high he pushed her, how close the edge beckoned, she couldn’t reach it, not like this.
Tears of a different kind streamed down her face now, tears of frustration, but again, her captor mistook her reaction for what he liked best. “Aw, don’t cry, little bird,” he said, his voice dripping with mirth. “Not when you’re singing such a pretty song for me. Are you that eager for my cock? Don’t worry. Just give me a couple more minutes, then I can fuck you again.”
But Violet was too far gone to care whether he put his cock inside her again or not. The never-ending pleasure was slowly but surely driving her insane, her need to come, to find release for the ever-growing tension in her body overriding everything else. She couldn’t even feel disgusted anymore when he crawled over her to suck at her tits and covered her body with wet kisses as if they were true lovers. When he used her own wetness as lubrication to push his fingers into her ass and roughly work her open. When he shoved his returned erection into her hole alongside the toy still in her pussy, the tightness so intense she thought she might break.
No, all she felt was the desperate need to come, to find completion and get relief from the unbreakable tension in her body. And yet, it was the one thing she couldn’t get, skirting the edge yet never able to reach it.
“Fuck, yes,” her captor growled. “Sing for me, little bird. Come for me. Stop fighting it.”
Violet shook, tears of desperation covering her face. She wanted to! Gods help her, she wanted to come even if it meant giving in to this madman. If she could, she’d even beg him for it, promise him anything if only he’d touch her clit once. But it was not to happen, and the only sounds leaving her mouth were her needy moans and muffled cries for relief, and endless version of the song he craved.
Except that he apparently wanted more, wanted what he stupidly refused to grant her.
The longer he fucked her ass, the angrier he got about her ‘refusal’ to come. “Stupid bitch,” he snarled, his hips harshly snapping forward at a bruising pace. She wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days after this. If she got the chance to walk away from this at all… “Do you think you’re too good for me? Do you think you’re something better? Fucking cunt! I’ll teach you where your place is. Below me. Around my cock. Whenever I want you.”
He slapped her ass, her thighs, even her tits, leaving hand-shaped red marks all over her skin, but all it did was drive her higher—something she hadn’t thought possible. But at this point, there was no difference between pleasure and pain anymore, everything was only sensation when her body couldn’t take any more.
He became downright furious, hitting her harder, fucking her rougher, shouting at her. Violet sobbed, wishing she could give him what he wanted. She’d do anything if only it meant she could get a reprieve from this madness. But no matter how often he demanded her to come or how he insulted her, yelled at her; with the gag still in her mouth she couldn’t even tell him what she needed, the irony not lost on her. At this point, she would have begged, happily, if only she could.
Eventually, he came with an angry shout, shooting his load deep into her guts and grabbing her thighs so hard that he surely left bruises on her. Violet howled in agony, it was too much, too hot, impossible to bear. But even though the tension in her body didn’t diminish in the slightest, at least it didn’t grow stronger now that he’d finished. For the moment at least.
“Stupid… arrogant…slut…” he grunted, slapping her ass with every word, his hand on her wet skin burning. “But I’ll teach you what resisting me gets you. Maybe letting you stew here for a while will break your pride. My attention is something you’ll have to earn, and you certainly don’t deserve it yet.” He delivered a last hit between her thighs, one that almost reached her clit, but it wasn’t enough.
Violet screamed as he left. Even his constant taunting and abuse were better than being left alone with her burning body, his disgusting touches at least a small distraction against the tension that threatened to break her, body and mind. Hoping beyond hope he might even take out her gag if he stayed long enough to eventually fuck her throat again.
But nothing she did seemed to affect him, no screaming, no sobbing, no wailing. For what felt like one eternity after the other, he left her alone, her body a slave to the drug still coursing through it and to the toy still tormenting her pussy, never granting her even the smallest break.
She was going insane. She could feel it, her mind cracking, the edges of her self dissolving amidst the burning torture. Even as her body grew numb, her nerves too frayed to truly feel much anymore, the desire kept raging beneath the surface, kept lapping at her mind until there was not a single thought left in her. There was only fire, only dizziness, only the constant pleasure-pain eating away at who she was.
Eventually though, she heard something that woke her from her stupor. It was still muffled through the plugs in her ears, her mind too hazy to understand what was happening, but it was there. Shouting? Breaking wood? She couldn’t pin it down, her blood pounding too hard in her ears, but… could it be… fighting?
Fighting the delirious state her mind had drifted into, she tried to twist her head, to catch a glimpse of what might be happening over in the other room. She couldn’t see anything but rapidly moving shadows, more yelling, and then—nothing. With her heart beating in her throat, Violet waited, hoping…
A figure appeared, striding toward her with hurried steps. But it wasn’t her captor.
It was Xaden.
“Violet!” he gasped as he spotted her and was at her side in an instant. He was pale, his eyes wide and even darker than usual, his hair tousled as if he’d run his fingers through it a few too many times. “Oh, Gods, what…” He took in her body, her restraints, all the red spots on her skin, the toy still vibrating inside her. “Fuck…”
Crying with relief, Violet lifted her head. She still couldn’t reach him mentally, that wall of silence still around her mind, but she hoped he would understand. She needed him to take the gag out. Now!
Gulping, Xaden nodded. “Don’t worry, Violet. I’ll take care of you. Everything will be fine, I promise.” His voice was brittle in a way she’d never heard before, but his movements were sure, his fingers calm as he loosened the knot behind her head and pulled the gag out of her mouth, then removed her earplugs. “What happened? Are you hurt? Injured?”
But Violet couldn’t answer his question, her focus somewhere else entirely. “Need,” she mewled, breaking into a moan. “Need to come.”
Xaden blinked. “What?”
“Xaden!” she pleaded, her eyes rolling back into her head as hope washed away the numbness her body had fallen into. Her hips bucked up, her legs—her entire body, really—trembling with renewed anticipation.
It took him a moment or three to understand, once again taking in her body, her little tells. Then, biting his lip, he nodded. “Okay.” Quickly, he moved to the other side of the table, between her legs, and Violet would have sobbed with relief had she not been so shocked by his finger on her clit after this ordeal.
It took mere seconds before she came, the tension finally cresting and breaking, wrecking her body without mercy. There was no pleasure in this. White heat scorched her body, her flesh and her bones, the release nearly as painful as the build-up before, and yet it was exactly what she needed, cleansing, liberating. Before she knew it, before Xaden even had the chance to remove his hand from her body, she came a second time. This time, she screamed until her already sore throat ached, her muscles clenching so tightly that she thought they would rip her apart. They pressed the toy even more firmly against her G-spot, kicking off a third orgasm before the second even ebbed off. This now was the first pleasurable one, the first one that didn’t feel like she was dying from the onslaught of sensations. It left her writhing within her bonds, her hips relentlessly bucking up into Xaden’s hand, a litany of moans and sobs dropping off her lips. Her face was covered in fresh tears, but this time, they were tears of relief.
Once this climax was over, Xaden, a little dazed, removed his hand from her body. Violet wanted to protest, still needed so much more, but didn’t argue when he instead first freed her legs and her arms, then opened the belt across her ribs, leaving her sprawled out on the table and gasping.
“How can I help you, Violet?” he asked urgently as he removed the too-tight collar from her throat. “What do you need?”
He probably meant whether she needed a healer, water, or maybe even just the bathroom, but in Violet’s mind was only room for one need. “More,” she wailed, clinging to his arm. “I need more. Please, Xaden. Please!”
His eyes widened a little and he swallowed but nodded, understanding. Without asking a question, he slipped back between her legs, removed the toy—which drew a relieved sigh from her—and replaced it with his fingers.
At first, Violet didn’t feel much, her inner walls numb after the constant stimulation. But soon, she registered his touch, much more gentle and caring as he stroked her, actually building up her orgasm instead of just releasing the tension in powerful bursts like before. The edge still raced toward her at a ridiculous pace, but at least she felt it coming this time, tensing in joyous anticipation before Xaden tipped her over with a crook of his fingers.
“Oh, fuck, yeess!” she moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head as true pleasure exploded in her body, wiping her head of any thoughts and making her toes curl, her hands scrambling for just anything to hold on to and landing on her breasts. Her muscles clenched deliciously around his fingers, her hips grinding against his hand on her clit, her legs shaking. It was everything she needed—yet still not enough.
. o O o .
Xaden
Xaden kept moving his hand inside her even after she came. He knew her body and its signs well enough, after all, could see she wasn’t done yet. But no matter how often she came, how high he pushed her, how tight she grew, or how loud she screamed with her release, the aphrodisiac in her system kept raging through her, and it took forever before it slowly lost its grip on her.
Eventually though, Violet fell still on the table, unmoving. She was fighting to catch her breath but seemed to be calmer all around. No more trembling limbs, no more bucking hips, no more needy whines for more.
“Violet?” Xaden asked, his voice thick with worries. “Are you all right?”
Violet sighed. “Yeah, it… it’s over. I’m just tired…”
With a grim expression, Xaden nodded. He helped her get off the table, then took her into his arms and sank to the ground. He just couldn’t help himself, needed her close. Needed to make sure she was okay. Positioning her sideways in his lap, he wrapped his trembling arms around her and pulled her close, his forehead pressing against hers.
She was okay. She was safe. She was—
“Xaden?” came her soft voice, her fingers tickling against his jaw. “Are you okay?”
A low noise rumbled in his chest, one he couldn’t quite place, and he moved his head against hers, not a shake of his head, not really, he just needed to feel her. Instead of an answer, he said, “Parapet.”
The word had never felt so freeing, so liberating, as it did now. From one second to the other, the room seemed to get brighter and less threatening, even though he knew it was only in his head. In his arms, Violet let out a sigh, the wall of silence she’d built around her mind falling away, and Xaden nearly sobbed in relief as he finally could feel her in his head again.
“Xaden?” Her voice was low but firm, warm. Like balm to his brittle thoughts. She lifted her hand to run her fingers through his hair, sweaty from the mask he’d worn earlier, and he leaned into her touch like it was the air he breathed.
“Tell me how you feel,” he murmured, pleadingly. “How you felt.”
Violet took a deep breath and leaned her head against his shoulder. “It was… intense? Like nothing before. Overwhelming at points.” She paused, a vertical line forming between her eyes. “One or two times, it was a little frightening. But… in a good way? Exciting in the most thrilling way because I knew I could snap us out of it at any point.”
Xaden nodded, but she seemed to sense that he wasn’t fully convinced. In his mind, he felt her reaching out for him, like a caress against his thoughts, and after a short moment of hesitation, he followed her invitation to look into her mind, the memories she wanted to show him. And even though it was intense—reliving the moments he’d kept her from breathing or when he once again kept her orgasm away from her—it still helped him settle. Those moments hadn’t broken her.
Exhaling shakily, a tension he hadn’t known he was holding eased from his shoulder, his entire body, and he leaned in closer to Violet, to her still-naked body in his arms. His lips glided along her forehead and temple, her nose, her cheeks until he finally reached her lips, kissing her gently. “Let’s get out of here.”
He helped her stand up, then wrapped her into a long and warm cloak before carrying her out of this unused storage cellar and back up to his room. It was late, so late that he didn’t expect to meet anyone in the long corridors, but he still kept his shadows securely wrapped around them, didn’t want anyone to see them tonight.
Once in his room, he gently laid her down on his bed, beneath the soft covers, and, after quickly stripping himself of his leathers, joined her there. He just needed to be close to her, needed to know she was alright. Curling himself around her and with his arms around her waist, he pressed himself closer against her, his face in her hair, and deeply inhaled her sweet floral scent.
Violet hummed happily. But she also saw too much of him, as always, saw how wound up he still was. “And what about you?” she asked, turning onto her back to look up at him, her delicate hand cradling his jaw. “How was it for you?”
Xaden sucked in a breath and a shudder ran down his spine. Being away from that room and back here helped, but… He still owed her honesty, everything. “It was… intense, just like you said.” He swallowed. “It was… hot? In a way? Watching you squirm is always fun.” He tried to put a grin on his face, but she didn’t buy it, her eyebrow raised in a silent question. “But… I don’t think I want to do this again, not anytime soon. I know that, technically, we’ve done all the things I did to you on other occasions already, albeit not quite as roughly as tonight. But…” He shook his head. “I think I didn’t like the role I played. I… he enjoyed hurting you far too much, thought of you like nothing but an object, something to own and control. Being inside his head was… disturbing., especially once it was over.”
Concern filled Violet’s eyes as she gazed up at him. “You could have ended it, too.”
Xaden grimaced. “There were moments when I thought about it.”
“And why did you decide against it?”
He couldn’t help but smile, at least a little. She was so good at this, understood that it had been a decision, not just something that happened.
He thought for a moment. “Probably… because I was curious? It felt weird, that’s why I thought about it, but ultimately, I wanted to know how it ended. And… well, while in that role, I enjoyed it, too.” He swallowed again. “It’s hard to describe. I knew it was what you asked for, and within the logic of his mind, it all made perfect sense. Even hitting you and screaming at you seemed to be the right thing to do. It was only after I became me again that I processed it all. How twisted and wrong that logic was. What… what could have happened to you if it wasn’t just an elaborate game.”
For a few seconds, Violet merely gazed up at him through thoughtful and concerned eyes. There was a depth in them that pulled him in, pulled him under, enveloped him in her. He felt seen, understood. Appreciated. Then she pulled him down into a kiss, deep yet gentle, so soft that he felt like he was melting into her.
“It’s all right,” she mumbled against his lips. “I’m safe. You didn’t harm me.”
Her words eased some of the guilt he hadn’t known he’d felt, making it a little easier to breathe. “Aside from these,” he muttered, caressing over the marks his hand had left on her skin, but even his own voice sounded a little lighter.
“Well, yes,” Violet snorted. “But you know this kind of pain doesn’t bother me.” She paused, her expression softening. “But… to make functioning during the next days easier, you could maybe massage some of that healing salve into them?”
Xaden took a shaky breath and nodded. He wasn’t fooled, knew what this was. An offer for him to take care of her, to assure him she didn’t mind his touch and do some recompense. But he lept onto this gift eagerly, needed it probably more than she needed the healing.
With great care and taking his time, Xaden massaged the herbal healing balm into her battered skin, one hand-shaped red spot after the other. And with every soft moan and relieved sigh she let out, another crack inside him closed up and healed, too.
The worst were the marks around her neck, and he knew they wouldn’t vanish until the next morning, either. But he also knew Violet wouldn’t want him to worry about that. These certainly weren’t the first bruises she got from their nights, and with how proudly she wore them, everybody had wisely stopped asking about them by now anyway.
With a little more distance now and the assurance that Violet hadn’t truly minded what he’d done, the memory of how exactly those bruises had made it to her skin returned to his mind, and he couldn’t suppress his groan, couldn’t keep his cock from hardening once again. Fuck, intense wasn’t even strong enough a word to describe what they’d done this night.
A smirk tugged at Violet’s lips as she undoubtedly felt him harden against her thigh. “Did you really inject some of that aphrodisiac, too?”
Xaden snorted. “No?” He would have laughed at how hoarse his voice already was had it not been for the hungry gleam in Violet’s eyes.
“Then I’d say this might be a new record.” She sat up and he let her push him down onto the mattress without resistance, his breathing quickening when she straddled him. She was always somewhat insatiable, but that she could keep going even after this night… She was fucking amazing.
She rode him slowly, clearly savouring having him so dossil beneath her for once, but Xaden didn’t mind one bit. Needed to be entirely hers tonight. And after they both came yet again, Xaden feeling as drained as rarely before in his life, she cuddled so sweetly against him that all not so pleasant memories from their experiment dulled to only vague impressions.
No, he didn’t want to do something like this rape scenario again. But it still had been good, a new experience, something that would strengthen their bond and their trust. And who knew? Maybe, they’d even adopt one element or the other for their future play times. One thing was for sure either way. With Violet, his life would never be boring again.