Nightmare of Pleasure

"Come" she says in that sexy, alluring way of hers, hand on her hip with a glossed neon green manicured finger urging me closer. A shiver runs over my body as I catch sight of the ice cube tray resting on the bedside table next to where she stands, captivating with authority. She must have just taken them out of the freezer, a billow of frost steaming off the sides. "We're going to try something a little different this time, my pet. Seeing as you enjoy misbehaving so much." Her words surge a white-hot pulse of fear from my face to my waiting, aching core. I didn't mean to fall asleep but she pushed me so far last night I had to take a quick nap, just five minutes!

"Oh" I voice aloud, hoping to learn more about what she has in store for me this time around, both scared and curious. Only I'm met with those molten green eyes, staring into my soul, a gold sequin, half off the shoulder gown sitting comfortably on her hourglass figure; sinched and showing off her curves.

"Did I say you could speak Hannah?" I roll my eyes at the mention of her ex-lover, the same she is trying to replace with me.

"You know I'm not Hannah" I grit back as she slithers up to where I stand, wrists cuffed in handcuffs at my side, attached to a gold and leather leash tightly encircled around my throat.

Gripping my chin, digging her manicure into the skin, piercing deep to bone I hold back my scream, the only pleasure she finds through this whole charade. "Better learn to bite that to bite that tongue of yours, my pet." She pushes me to kneel, a slit in her dress pulled back to reveal her smooth and sharp as glass cunt. "Or would you like a repeat of last time" she threatens as I feel the scars running along the muscle and my lips. Tugging me up to stand, vice grip around my choker she pulls me close, an intoxicating whiff of lavender spinning me in a daze. "Get on the bed and don't make a sound."

Shoving me away I fall to the bed on my stomach before positioning myself directly in the center keeping my eyes set low, the heat of her gaze too intense to bare at the moment. "Good girl" she whispers making her way to sit next to me, plucking up one of the frozen cubes dripping it along my skin. Each droplet makes me shiver, forcing me to bite my tongue from letting out a gasp. Noticing the struggle, she smiles, teeth sharp as sharks' teeth staring me down, a tint of red lining each set, her latest kill dribbling down the corner of her lips.

Shutting my eyes, trying to forget the fact that I owe my life to her she slinks the cube down my skin, starting at the nape of my neck. The chilled temperature forcing me to grit my teeth, swallowing my gasped moans. She slides it lower, trying to pull the trapped sounds out. These are the moments that make my captivity not feel so suffocating. Trails of water slip down the rest of my body, a second cube now sitting pretty on my heated core.

The hot and simultaneously cold burning has me writher beneath her stare, eyes alight with excitement knowing I'm on the verge of breaking.

"Fuck" I mistakenly shout into the sacred space, feeling the air begin to crackle with her bitter rage at my unintentional disobedience. I like to push back but not when we're in the moment; that's when if I fuck up, intentional or not, she tears into me and rips me apart, piece by piece.

"What was that" she says with a large smile, urging me to speak.

"Nothing" I make out quickly, struggling to sit up and leave the bed. But she has my cuffed wrists secured above me attached to the headboard and my leash pulled taught before I can make a move.

"Now you will learn" is all she says in a dark whisper reaching over into the drawer where the melted cubes turn to puddles of water from her emanating raged heat. I turn to look, that same white-hot pulse of fear surging through me, heart pumping and beating what feels a million miles a minute.

The smallest of her vibrator collections, yet the most intense. I pull against the cuffs with no escape, no choice. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, she pulls apart my pussy lips, before inserting the tiny device inside me, as deep as she can go. I bite my lip as I feel her nails scraping my walls, little cuts that will never fully heal.

"Mistress" I whine with the forbidden name, hoping to catch her attention before she can secure the toy.

"Nice try Hannah" she belittles before removing her hand, the deadly device embedded inside me. Leaning back over, she pulls out the matching remote turning it immediately onto the fourth highest sitting. It's as if my orgasm is wrenched out of me with a pair of pliers, back arching so far from the comforter, nails digging into my palms as the painful pleasure rips through me.

Just as soon as it began, it stops. I lie back on the mattress, the place between my legs wet with arousal and blood. She smiles from the mix of fluids to my face stricken with sweat, cheeks rosy red. Creeping closer, she slides her razor sharp teeth over my clit, the bud of nerves electrified with sensitivity. I feel my soul leave my body for a split second before I fall back to the bed.

"I don't want to do this to you Hannah, but you've given me no choice pet." The mock concern grates against my nerves, but she presses the button on the toy once more before I can voice my displeasure. Back arching, body tingling with the sensation yet screaming in pain all the same.

I dig my own claws into my palms, forcing back the screams, refusing to give her satisfaction any further. Shutting my eyes, tears escaping at the corners as they're shut tight, I wait for it to be over.

Just as I think she's going to let it continue it stops, I try to catch my breath, heart nearly pounding out of my chest. "Now" she says directing my attention up at her as she stands, hovering close. "You said that word which has four letters and since I'm feeling generous tonight I won't add on the fact that you talked back to me before. So, based on that I think four hours should be enough time for you to learn your lesson."

I part my lips, either to cry or scream I'm not sure before she increases the intensity of the toy up a notch, pulling out my pained pleasure one agonising orgasm at a time. But it'll never be enough, not for her, not until she hears me scream.