Chapter 335: Slow torture 2

Braelyn’s POV

My body shook violently the moment the clamps bit down harder on my nipples, a sharp, electric sting that blurred the line between pain and unbearable need struck me. I gasped, arching instinctively, but the chains held me in place, forcing me to feel every vicious pulse radiating from my chest straight to my core.

Every nerve was alive, every touch magnified, and I could not look away from the sensations even if I wanted to.

His fingers moved inside me again, slowly, teasing exactly where I ached most. Just enough to keep me hovering on the edge, never enough to push me over. My hips jerked toward his hand, chasing friction, and I let out a frustrated whimper, but he only chuckled low in his throat and pulled back, leaving me empty and throbbing in a way that made my body ache even more.

My folds clenched on air desperate to be filled.

“Please,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “Faster… Lucien, please.”

He clicked his tongue, his voice was raspy “Begging already? This isn’t a reward, Viper.”

The whip cracked across my inner thigh, and I cried out, a broken moan tearing from my throat as fresh heat flooded between my legs.

The sting was sharp, and somehow it mixed with the wet ache pooling in me to create something impossible to resist. I was growing more needy and dripping shamelessly, my moans were becoming more shameless and I could feel my body trembling, alive in a way that terrified and thrilled me all at once.

Then his touch shifted. The feather tip of the whip, tracing lazy patterns over my ribs, the undersides of my breasts, the hollow of my navel. Every nerve screamed for more, but I had learned that more often than not, the next strike or touch would come when I least expected it. When it did, a sharp sting across my hip made me cry out again, the pain blooming into molten pleasure that twisted me from the inside out.

He played me like an instrument, alternating feather-light touches with sudden, precise lashes until sweat slicked my skin and my thighs quivered uncontrollably. By the time he stopped, I was drenched, my inner thighs glistening, my core swollen and aching so fiercely I could barely breathe. Every inch of me was alive with the cruel, delicious edge he kept me balanced on, teetering between agony and pleasure in a way I had never felt before.

I felt him move closer, his fingers finding the chain linking my cuffs. He loosened it just enough to guide me backward until my shoulders met the mattress. “Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my forehead before easing me fully onto the bed.

But I knew it wasn’t mercy.

He stretched my arms above my head again, securing the cuffs to the headboard with a decisive click. Then my ankles were pulled apart, chained to the foot of the bed so my legs fell open and helpless. The soaked scrap of my thong clung to my swollen clit, every tiny shift of fabric sending sparks through me. I was completely exposed, displayed for him, dripping and trembling.

“Look at you,” he said, voice rough with satisfaction as he knelt between my thighs. “Soaking wet just for me to eat.”

I felt the mattress dip beneath me as he leaned in. His fingers hooked the waistband of my panties, dragging them down inch by torturous inch until they caught on my spread thighs. The cool air hit my overheated flesh, making me whimper involuntarily, my body arching toward him without control.

Then came the silence, it was thick and suffocating. I strained to hear him, my heart hammering in my chest. Fear and anticipation gnawed in me mixed with my arousal, sharpening every sensation until it felt almost unbearable. My heart raced the longer he stallef

Then something cold and smooth slid between my breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath. “What are you doing?” I whispered, though the answer was already clear in my racing heart.

“I like enjoying my meal with a cold glass of champagne,” he said calmly and almost amused. “You already had your fill it’s my turn..”

The chilled rim pressed lightly against my sternum before tilting, letting bubbles fizz over my fever-hot skin. The liquid trickled down the valley between my breasts, pooling in my navel and then sliding lower, a shock of sensation that made me shiver uncontrollably.

The mattress sank again beneath me as something hard and scorching nudged the soaked fabric still clinging to my entrance. His cock pressed against me, rocking slowly, each lazy grind sending me closer to the edge. My mind spun, caught between the cold shock of the champagne and the heat of his body pressing into mine.

He lowered his head and drank, tongue lapping the champagne from my skin in long, deliberate strokes. First the trails between my breasts, then lower, circling my navel, marking me with possessive, deliberate licks. When he reached my waist, his teeth grazed my sensitive skin before moving on, teasing in the slowest, most maddening way.

The clamps still pinched my nipples, but he reached up and released them one at a time. The blood rushed back in a brutal, throbbing wave that made me arch off the bed with a strangled cry. His mouth closed over one peak immediately, sucking hard, then the other, his tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make me sob and beg without control.

“Lucien… please… I need you inside… I can’t—” My words tumbled out, my husky voice was filled with desperation

I came shattering over nothing more than his mouth on my breasts and the relentless rocking of his cock against me, clenching around emptiness, tears slipping from beneath the blindfold. My entire body shook, trembling with need, still desperate, still craving him.

I didn’t even know what to focus on. Too many stimulation.

Just when I thought it would be over, I heard the faint rip of lace and realized my ruined panties had been torn away in one sharp tug. He was there, pressing the blunt head of himself at my entrance, then pushing in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. I thought I might break apart from the fullness alone. I held my breath as my folds squeezed him

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth as he sank deeper. “So tight… so wet for me even after all that.”

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