“Yes, Master,” I repeat.
“Good,” he says, but surprises me when he grabs the blade of one of the daggers and launches it at me. A scream rips from my throat when it lands between my arms, just above my head.”
“Oh, I fucking hate you,” I say with a shaky voice. The masters chuckle, and most of the submissives look fucking horrified that he just threw a knife at me.
“You don’t like being restrained,” he remarks.
“No, I… Goddamn it, Eli!” I scream when he throws another dagger, and it lands mere inches from my chest. “If you fucking stab me, you better pray that it kills me.”
“You have a filthy mouth,” Eli laughs. “Continue.”
“I was restrained when I was whipped as a child,” I say quickly before he has a chance to fucking throw something at me again.
“What would you get whipped with?” he asks. I open my mouth to answer, but he throws another knife and it sticks into the board beside my waist. It is so close that I can feel the cool metal pressing against my skin. I don’t react this time, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
“He’d usually use a studded belt, but sometimes a thin metal… stick. I don’t know what it was. He used a switch with thorns a few times. An extension cord once, but I was tied to a bed, and he also tried to strangle me with it.”
“Interesting,” Eli says. He throws another knife, and it lands between my thighs. I don’t even blink at it, so Eli throws it again, inches below my pussy. I glare at him, and he takes the last two into his hands. I know what he is going to do before he ever moves. When he throws the dagger simultaneously, they slam into the board between my arm and my cheek.
“Adaptive,” Thomas remarks.
“Traumatized,” Adrian says. “She’s been severely abused and neglected for her entire life. She might not like being scared, but she is no stranger to it. It’s going to take much more to break her.”
Eli smirks and takes the massive blade with him when he moves to stand in front of me. He pulls a blindfold from his pocket and slips it over my head to cover my eyes.
“I need a volunteer,” Eli says. “Come up. Just don’t say anything.”
I sigh heavily, and Eli chuckles. I feel the heat of someone’s body, but I gasp in surprise when a tongue slowly licks across my clit. I can feel his beard, so I know one of the masters is on his knees right now eating my pussy, and that is incredible. Only four of the masters have beards, and they are Adrian, Raul, Oscar, and Eli. I know it’s not Eli, but it feels too fucking good to know which one.
“Don’t stop. Do whatever you can to keep her coming,” Eli says as a ball is placed in my hands. “Alania. You are mouthy and verbally expressive on instinct, not through thinking. Meaning, you speak before thinking, so I am taking away your ability to speak. If you want to call your safe word, drop the ball in your hand. Okay?”
“Yes, Master,” I moan. He chuckles and taps my chin. When I open my mouth, he pushes a ball gag in place and secures it as the man between my thighs starts sucking my clit. I moan around the gag, and my body tenses as an orgasm breaks free. He doesn’t stop, and my moans get louder. My entire body jerks when I feel the tip of a blade drag down my chest. It makes its way around my nipples. I am quickly brought to tears when the knife is pressed against my throat. It’s like it’s tricking my brain into thinking that I’m being attacked. Each orgasm feels like torture, and I get to a point where I can hardly breathe. I am about to drop the ball when whoever is between my legs stops just before an orgasm, and the knife trails down my body to my thighs.
Everything touching me stops, but I am still panicked. When something is suddenly slammed into my pussy, I start screaming, and it roughly fucks me. The knife. I am so convincedthat I am in pain that I drop the ball. I am pulled down from the restraints, and the ball gag is taken off. I can tell that Adrian is holding me close to his body as I violently shake.
“I am so proud of you, Alania. You did so well,” he praises softly. I am sniffling and whimpering as I stay curled up with my knees to my chest in his lap.
“Please don’t,” I cry when a hand touches my hip, making my body jerk.
“Shhh, baby. Let him help,” Adrian says. Eli slowly fills me with his cock. I sigh and relax, making Adrian chuckle and kiss my temple. “That’s my girl. You are safe.”
“Jesus, she’s tight,” Eli groans as he stretches me. When he starts rocking his hips and slowly fucking me deeply, I groan and bury my face. Eli grips the back of my thigh and my waist as I am on my side as he fucks me. He starts moving faster, and I moan. Together, Eli and Adrian get me to lie flat on the ottoman with Eli over me. His pace is slowly building, but I am still tense. I keep thinking a knife is about to slam into my pussy.
“God, you feel so good, Alania,” Eli groans. He pulls my hips up so I am on my knees and moan loudly when he draws out and slams back into me. He does it again and again, quickening his pace. He pulls out and positions like he is about to ram into my ass.
“Red!” I scream as I try to get away from him. Adrian catches me and scoops my trembling body into his arms. I am sobbing as hecarries me somewhere, but when he lays me down, I realize we are in our room.
“I’m sorry,” I cry.
“Don’t apologize, Little Dove. We planned for this. No one is upset,” Adrian says as he lies with me and strokes my hair. “I will say, watching you moan for another man is hotter than I thought it would be. Eli is a good guy. I think Talia got off watching that, too.”
“He made my belly hurt,” I mutter.
Adrian lifts my chin and gently kisses me. When I open my eyes, he smiles. “I can’t wait for when I can have another man buried inside of you while we both take you.”
“Both?” I ask with wide eyes.
“Mhmm. You’d have one of us in your pussy and the other would take your ass,” he says. “When you are healed, we will work with anal, and then move into that type of stuff.”
