I was also certain any shapeshifters still at the party heard her screams as well as each impact of the paddle.
I tossed the paddle onto the sofa and jammed my unlubed cock into her ass. I’d slicked her earlier, and it would be enough. I was in the mood for a rough fuck and I felt sure she was too.
She wasn’t comfortable with my length yet, but I knew she could take it, so I went in all the way on the first, brutal shove. Her scream once again filled the room, but I didn’t give her a chance to get used to me before I started fucking her with intent. Fast, hard, and ruthless. She needed a good assfucking, and I needed to fuck the bad memories out of her.
And yes, I’m aware that isn’t how it works, but the bear isn’t always logical.
Chapter Ten
Ember
By the time he came deep in my ass, I was thankful it was over. He still wouldn’t let me have an orgasm, and I was frantic with need but my back door was on fire from the friction and stretch. He’d only used enough lube to keep from tearing me, but not enough to keep things as slick as one would like. His dick had to be feeling it, too, but he fucked me fast and hard and never slowed even a tiny bit.
I realize it’s twisted, but it was exactly what I’d needed. He’d used me for his pleasure. He’d spanked me until he was finished spanking me, and then he’d fucked me until he got off. My pleasure wasn’t part of it. In fact, he’d denied me release, to underscore the fact this was about what he wanted and not what I wanted.
I’d been a little jealous of the sweetbutts. Okay, more than a little jealous of them.
I wasn’t anymore. Dementor gave me exactly what I’d craved.
He left me bound while he went to the bathroom. I heard the water running and smelled soap. Was he washing his cock? It isn’t absolutely necessary since shapeshifters can’t get sick from e-coli or other fecal bacteria, but it was a nice gesture. Especially if he wanted to fuck my face later.
When he returned, he released my cuffs from whatever he had under the sofa and moved me to his bed, on my stomach near the foot of the bed, but with my upper torso hanging off the side. The bed’s tall, so my head was a long way from the floor. Even my dangling arms didn’t reach it. He kept a hand on my thigh as he walked around, to keep me from sliding forward onto the floor.
Dementor apparently keeps restraints all over his house, because he pulled something up from under the bed and connected it to both my ankle cuffs, and there was no longer a danger of me falling on my head. He had me put my hands at my back. I could only feel what he was doing, but I assumed he connected them to each other, since I could no longer move my hands apart. He snapped something else on, and I felt it with my fingers. Rope, maybe?
“Use your ab muscles and pull yourself up. Look at the ceiling.”
Fuck. I wanted to argue, but I didn’t. I strained to lift my upper body. I kept expecting him to help, but I was on my own, apparently. When I was finally up and staring at the ceiling, he connected the other end of the rope to whatever was holding my ankles in place.
I tried to relax and let the restraints hold me because it was impossible to use my muscles to hold the position for long, but the strain on my wrists and shoulders hurt when I tried to relax.
He wasn’t finished yet, though. He pulled my hair into a ponytail, and then I felt him weaving something into it, through it, and around it.
I flinched and tried to squeeze even tighter when I felt something hard and unforgiving pressing at my asshole. Lubed and slick, but pretty big around. Hard and cold. Metal.
“Don’t be naughty. Open up.”
“I’m not sure I can relax anything while holding this position.”
He put a hand between my breasts and I leaned into it and managed to relax my sphincter.
Before it was all the way in and set, I knew it was an anal hook, and it was tied off to whatever was in my hair.
Thirty seconds later, it was in and he slowly removed his hand from my chest. I whined at the pull on my scalp and asshole, but my treasonous clit swelled between my legs.
My weight was now divided between my hair and my shoulders. Everything hurt.
I love having my hair pulled, and I’m a big fan of having more than I can handle in my ass. Bondage always sets me off, even though I’m not necessarily a fan. All of this means that, despite how uncomfortable and strained the position was, I once again found myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
“You like that?”
“For the moment.” I had to take a breath to keep talking, but I was bent backwards to the point I couldn’t completely fill my lungs. “Not sure I’ll still like it in five minutes.” Especially since this was the perfect pose for nipple torture.
“Grasp your hands together. Clasp the fingers.”
I wanted to refuse. I wanted to call him something worse than I’d thought before, but I did as he ordered. Not surprisingly, he slid something over my hands. “It’s a clean sock. Not soiled. It’s just there to keep you from grabbing the rope and finding a little control while I play with you.”
Right, because heaven forbid I find a way to grasp even a millimeter of control. As soon as the thought went through my head, I knew he was right to put it there. He wanted me focused on being helpless and completely beholden to his mercy. Holding the rope wouldn’t have given me much control, but it didn’t take much to change your entire mindset.
“Yes, Sir.”
He froze. “Was that an accident?”
“No, Sir. I might not like it, but I respect it. Thank you.”
He kissed my forehead. “And I treasure your respect and trust.”
“You’ve had my trust for a while, Sir.”
“You’re beautiful like this. Muscles straining, bound aesthetically.” He ran his hands from my shoulders to my hands, then over my abs. “They’ll be straining even more later, and there will be tears, and you’ll be even more beautiful.”
Ten seconds later both breasts exploded in pain. I didn’t have to see what was happening to know he was flogging them both simultaneously. Little known fact about bear shifters — most are ambidextrous. Bears don’t have a dominant hand, and this trait transfers to their human form more often than not.
Since I couldn’t take a deep breath, I was soon panting in shallow breaths. The ceiling twirled in a circle over my head faster and faster as I fought for oxygen.
Before he’d connected my ponytail to my asshole, I’d have been able to strain my neck and look at him, but now, I could only see directly above me and a little to the side, since I have excellent peripheral vision.
But I couldn’t see Dementor at all.
The strikes came faster and harder, both floggers from the top for a while, then both from the left, then both from the right. He moved around seemingly at random for longer than I was happy with, and every once in a while, he hit from the bottom up. I couldn’t really scream because I couldn’t get enough air.
He stopped. “Lift yourself up. Use your abs. Find a rhythm so you can draw a deeper breath in a pattern.”
It took more than my abs. I had to engage my thighs and ass and back muscles, too, but I managed to lift my torso enough to pull in a deep breath. It pulled my hair worse and strained my asshole, but I didn’t care because it felt like heaven to finally get enough oxygen.