The sound of his voice, low and close while she was blindfolded, sent shivers across her entire body. Ava's core suddenly dripped with something wet and hot as she simmered his impossible warning.
No safe words. She knew, vaguely, that contract clauses existed for such peculiar circumstances. If Noah offered none, it meant two terrifying things:
1. He was operating without any conventional boundaries, a true psychopath.
2. And only another psychopath would agree to this.
Ava decided there and then that she was a psychopath. It felt thrilling. She simply nodded her head.
"Use your words."
"I'm in," she replied, her words from earlier, her voice shaky but firm.
And then the room fell silent. Utterly, unnervingly silent. It was as if Noah stopped breathing. As if he'd disappeared into thin air.
She strained her ears to listen, inhaled deeply to catch a whiff of his masculine scent, but detected nothing.
The anxiety built to an agonizing pitch.
Then came the shock of her life. Two rough, strong hands grabbed her wrists, pulling them taut and strapping them securely to the table. The leather cuffs felt cold and unyielding.
Before she could process the first set of straps, he moved to her ankles, doing the same, pulling her legs apart and strapping them wide. The movement was fast, efficient, and professional, done without any unnecessary touch.
She was utterly exposed and secured, spread-eagled at his mercy. She should feel insulted, humiliated, tied up by a man younger than her who refused to even touch her with kindness.
But instead, Ava felt fiercely alive. Her heart hammered with a savage excitement. This is it. She wondered what would come next.
The silence returned, but this time, her heightened senses detected the faint rustle of leather. Something soft yet textured trailed lightly down the side of her body, tracing her curves. It felt like a small leather fringe, cool and precise, exploring her ribs, her hips, and the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Ava whimpered softly, an involuntary sound. The cool, slick leather of the table beneath her back only amplified the contrast of the strange, teasing movement.
Then, the focus shifted. A sudden, sharp vibration appeared on her clitoris. It was a small, powerful vibrator, clipped expertly to her most sensitive spot, instantly revving up to an intense, demanding hum.
Simultaneously, she felt pressure at her entrance. Something firm, smooth, and rigid was being inserted. It was a pumping device; a cylindrical object that began to thrust in and out of her at a dizzying, relentless pace.
There was no foreplay, no warning. Just straight up thrusting.
It felt like the best and worst thing in the world. The intense rhythm was immediate, demanding, overriding all thought. Ava could feel a storm building in the base of her belly, a hot, liquid current, but she couldn't do anything to stop it because she was tied up and completely immobilized.
Tied up for Christmas.
She writhed against the confines of the straps, the cool leather surface digging into her wrists and ankles. Her breath hitched into ragged sobs. The vibrator's tempo increased, turning the intense hum into a screaming whine.
Her clitoris felt like it would fall off. She tried to arch her back for some relief, some control, but the restraints were too tight. She was stuck on the table, a living mechanism of pleasure.
She wondered what Noah was doing. He was silent, his presence lost in the noise of the devices. What if he's left the room?
But then, she felt something sharp and precise latch onto her right nipple. It was a clamp, she realized belatedly, as a jolt of sharp pain shot pleasure down to her center, where the pumping device was thrashing and filling her.
Her whole body shook violently as Noah attached another clamp to her left nipple. The combination...the intense, mechanical penetration below, the furious vibration on her clitoris, and the sharp, shocking pain on her nipple...was too much.
Before she could stop herself, she let out the loudest scream of her life, a raw, uncontrolled shriek that echoed off the black walls.
Ava was instantly humiliated, but the intensity of the sensation obliterated any shame.
All her insecurities about her condition died in the dungeon. Because she didn't even stop to think if she was wet or not.
Whatever device that was pumping into her clearly wasn't having any difficulties. That meant her years of using toys had finally made her body open to the possibilities of being penetrated.
She screamed and screamed and begged for mercy, but none came. The devices continued to play with her, the vibration increasing further, the pumping device refusing to slow its dizzying pace. She was entirely alone in the darkness as she surrendered her body to the machines.
Noah was right. There were other ways to give a woman pleasure without fucking her.
