Intertwined: love, fire and sacrifice

4. Sweet Torture

* This chapter contains kinky s*x. If you don't feel comfortable with it, please skip the chapter. *

Liv

I feel the air being sucked from my lungs. What he has in mind? Anticipation is already making me wet. Obviously, he could smell me and flashed me his dimpled smirk. Goddess, I want to lick that freaking dimple.

I am feeling dull today, closing the bonds was harder than I thought. I so could use some distraction.

“Sugar, you are already drooling for me… such a good Kitten!”

I bit my lips to not moan at his words.

“Are you excited to play, little Sugar?” his grin only gets wide and I can see the very mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“What is the game?” I ask, with a smirk myself. This man drives me insane. “Will you whip me?”

“Is that what you want my naughty Kitten?” he asks with a too evil and too delicious chuckle.

“I don’t know.” I answer honestly. Half of me is wariness, the other half arousal. I know he won’t harm me, I trust him. I just don’t know if I can trust myself.

“I will take you to your limits and make you overcome them. Make you forget everything but my c*ck tonight.” He lifts me in his arms as if I weighted nothing and adjusts me in an iron chair. “You will be totally mine and I will do whatever I want with you. To pleasure you, to torture you and pleasure you again. What do you think about that?” his playful grin makes my breath catch in my throat. All I want is to be totally his, painfully his and let he navigate me through the depts of pleasure.

“I would like that.” My breathy voice betrayals my determination as it reveals my desire.

“You should have a safe word Sugar, something that if you say, I’ll stop immediately. What’s it?”

“Chinchilla,” I literally say the first word that pops into my mind. I just wonder why the heck I’m thinking about Morgana now.

Laius chuckles at my choice of word. 

He chains me in two of the chains that hang from the ceiling, before lifting me of the chair and kicking it away. With a simple wave of his hands he makes a strange shaped cage get closer to us, until it is pretty much behind me. He moves me to the little cage. It’s quite small, just one person could fit on it and could barely move. It has a sitting platform, so I had to sit there to fit and put my thighs through two large holes of this cage. My legs are hanging, and I can hardly move my upper body, while he has total access to my s*x and to my legs. My wrists are still chained up.

I am his prisoner. He brings my hips slightly closer to him and turns my tank top, pants and underwear into ashes. I don’t really care at this point I have already given up on keeping my clothes intact and I am too aroused to bother anyway.

His warm fingers enter my core in a swift movement, taking me by surprise. His thumb starts to circle my engorged clit in a slow and painful pace, in contrast with the way his other digits are taking my p*ssy. He continues his fast assault, making me moan. His other hand finds my throat through one of the bigger wholes of the cage. He squeezes it, concentrating the pressure on my vein, he chokes me cutting the blood supply without suffocating me. The rough sensation only makes me edgy and I start squirming against the iron cage.

“I won’t hurt you Kitten. Diminishing the blood flow to your brain will only intensify our o*gasm. Relax and enjoy,” he explains with a grin.

I nod, which only makes the pressure of his hand on my neck increase. His fast and slow fingers work my clit and stroke my inner walls for few more minutes, his confident and mischievous smirk adds an extra turn on.

I’m dizzy, I can hardly think, it is as if all my blood just flows to my core. My whole being just concentrate in my nub and my walls and all that exist are his hands and my p*ssy. I squirt hard around his fingers as I cry out loud with a broken voice. He releases my neck and caresses it gently, grinning at me, before he brings his hand to his mouth and laps my juices. He downs his hand to my s*x again, to grab more of my orgasm. His glistened finger brushes across my lips.

“Lick it! Taste yourself, my female!” his voice is playful but commanding.

The mixture of these two things only compels me to obey him. It’s not as he is trying to impose or force his wish on me like Avalon does all the time. He just plays me like an instrument, provokes me and makes me want to hear his orders and comply with them, as in an enticing dance, in a game. He makes me obey just to see what his next move is, his next swing and the following way he will pleasure me in unimaginable amounts.

I lick my lips tasting myself and moaning at my savour. In another simple hand movement, he opens my small cage and lifts me up out of it. My devilicious mate moves it away and brings a table to our direction using telekinesis, before he lays me down there gently.

He takes my lips in a feather light kiss, his lips massage mine and he finishes it with an enticing nip. He chains my legs up with another pair of chains that hangs from the ceiling. Now I am totally chained and surrounded. My legs wide open for him. His head dives to my slit and he licks its whole extension. Then he smacks my clit, making me gasp.

“I will eat you and if you come without my permission, you’ll be punished, Sugar.” I nod in response. “Answer me, Sugar.” He says against the skin of my p***y, his warm breath makes me shiver. His breath, his lips, his tongue are always so warm. And he makes me burn for him.

“Yes, Master.” My breathy voice trails off.

“Good kitten.” He replies. His mouth starts devouring me, while his finger skilfully traces my entrance in fast movements. He sucks my numb, clenches it between his teeth scratching it so lightly and making me moan possessed by a light pain and a great pleasure, then he soothes my stinging and tender skin with a long lick. His other hand squeezes my hip in a possessive way, bringing my body closer, impossible closer to his mouth. “Mine.” He groans against my clit.

“Yours…. Master… yours….” I answer between my own hazy moans. Heck! My legs are trembling, and I am getting dizzy, I will explode in a mind-blowing o*gasm soon.

“Ma-master can I come?” I ask disoriented.

“No, you can’t kitten!” he says as he quickens his ministrations and kisses my clit and my lower lips in a fiery and passionate way. That wicked man.

“Master…please,” I plead in a moan.

“No! You are not allowed to.” He says as he blows warm air against my folds. Then he pinches my sensitive bud slightly.

I can’t control, I feel my womb clenching and the warm waves of pleasure ruling my body as my mind becomes foggy. I come crying out loud. He licks me through my orgasm and as it subsides, he raises his head and looks at me lapping his glistening lips.

“Oh Kitten, that was a huge mistake,” he smirks, shaking his head.

He unchains me and scoops me up carrying my hazy body in his strong arms, he sits me down on another iron table that had all types and sizes of chains attached. He turns me around and bends me, chaining my wrists again as my butt is exposed to him.

“Legs spread open Kitten,” Laius commands.

I do as he says. He chains my ankles as well. His hands find my hardened n*pples and he pinches them harshly making me gasp, before he soothes them with a soft stroke. Then I feel that he has something on his hand, he brushes a feather against my breasts, making me throw my head back in ecstasy and mewl. 

My body confused, overwhelmed and overpowered by the duality of his rough and soft caresses. He will push me over the limits of pleasure and take me to unknown amounts of euphoria as he promised. So sinfully good. So devilicious.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Sugar?” he huskies, but I can hear the smile in his voice. His deep and throaty voice makes me even wetter. 

“Answer me,” He demands as he spanks my totally exposed butt globe.

“Yes, Master. Please punish me.” My broken voice pleads.