the torturous pressure building and building.
The door swung open, louder than my squeak. "I knew it," Leonide said, flicking on the light. Scrambling to cover myself with the blanket, I drew my knees to my chest. The cuffs jingled; he still hadn't removed them.
Striding in further, he cornered me on the bed. I had no where to go, my body crunching into the angle of the two walls. All around, I could smell myself. The way he inhaled, smirking sharper than new knives, said he could, too. "Celeste, Celeste." He clicked his tongue. "Whatever were you thinking?"
"I—this—I don't—"
"Shh shh shh." Reaching for me, he gripped my chin tenderly. "Don't explain. It's not strange. American girls, you just can't help yourself, right?"
I remained still. Maybe, if I said nothing—did nothing—he would go away.
He tilted his head, looking at me from a new perspective. "It's just your nature. However, it's still rule breaking."
Remaining mute wasn't happening. "What rule did I possibly break?"
Nails dug into my chin, a bear trap that made me wince. "Wives aren't allowed to cum without permission. You're being very spoiled, trying to get an orgasm on your own like this."
He spoke too comfortably about my human rights. He's sick, that's it.
Leonide slid off the mattress, heading for the open door. "I'll be right back." It was the most ominous thing he could have said.
Shoving off the bed, I looked around for protection. I didn't know what was going to happen. I only knew I was terrified.
I slid the dress on, feeling less exposed. There was nothing else to grab a hold of.
Nothing to do but wait .
He didn't take long. There was some relief in that, not having to sit on my bed and imagine what he had planned. The truth was hardly better, in the end.
"Celeste." My name was barbed wire to my ears. He lifted his hand, something dangling that looked crafted from belts and metal. "Come over here."
I was sure I hadn't blinked for five minutes. Shivering, I inched to the edge of the mattress and stood. "What is that?" Lowering his eyebrows, he crooked a finger for me to step closer. Am I so weak already? My hands balled at my sides.
Was his smile worse than his frown? I couldn't decide. "Celeste, stand in front of me right now, or this will become more dire."
I am that weak. Yes. The chains rustled until I stood in touching distance of him.
"Good girl."
Fuck, how I hated when he called me that.
The device he held jingled as he swung it idly. "Stand very still. If you try to move, or stop me, I'll happily punish you. Got it?"
My mouth was so dry. "Yes, sir."
Kneeling at my feet, a position I so rarely saw him in, Leonide touched my knee. "Hike up your dress." Tangling my hands in it, I lifted the hem high. At the sight of my ruined panties, Leonide chortled. "Such a mess. Did you manage to get off?"
God, the embarrassment. "No, sir."
"Too bad." He peeled the underwear down, my juices leaving trails as they went. "Oh, goodness!" His laughter was terrible. I imagined kneeing him in the nose, but fear kept my limbs like stone. "Your little cunt is puffy with need." His thumb came down, an inch from my twitching clit. There was no way not to whimper. "Would you like me to do it for you, make you cum like the first time I saw you naked?"
It was a suggestion that created hair-splits along my mind. Did I want to cum? I needed it, not wanted! For him to mention that night—how he'd licked me, tasted and teased and and and...
"Celeste, tell me. Do you want to cum?"
Squeezing my eyes shut so hard I saw colors, I nodded my head.
Metal rattled; leather straps crossed along my thighs. Baffled, I stared down while he finished locking the device into place. Now that it was on me, I knew exactly what it was.
Leonide patted my hip, voice wistful. "It's too bad I don't care if spoiled girls get to cum or not."
I broke. Help me, I broke down. Sobbing in distress, I tore first at the chastity belt he'd locked onto me. The front and back
The door swung open, louder than my squeak. "I knew it," Leonide said, flicking on the light. Scrambling to cover myself with the blanket, I drew my knees to my chest. The cuffs jingled; he still hadn't removed them.
Striding in further, he cornered me on the bed. I had no where to go, my body crunching into the angle of the two walls. All around, I could smell myself. The way he inhaled, smirking sharper than new knives, said he could, too. "Celeste, Celeste." He clicked his tongue. "Whatever were you thinking?"
"I—this—I don't—"
"Shh shh shh." Reaching for me, he gripped my chin tenderly. "Don't explain. It's not strange. American girls, you just can't help yourself, right?"
I remained still. Maybe, if I said nothing—did nothing—he would go away.
He tilted his head, looking at me from a new perspective. "It's just your nature. However, it's still rule breaking."
Remaining mute wasn't happening. "What rule did I possibly break?"
Nails dug into my chin, a bear trap that made me wince. "Wives aren't allowed to cum without permission. You're being very spoiled, trying to get an orgasm on your own like this."
He spoke too comfortably about my human rights. He's sick, that's it.
Leonide slid off the mattress, heading for the open door. "I'll be right back." It was the most ominous thing he could have said.
Shoving off the bed, I looked around for protection. I didn't know what was going to happen. I only knew I was terrified.
I slid the dress on, feeling less exposed. There was nothing else to grab a hold of.
Nothing to do but wait .
He didn't take long. There was some relief in that, not having to sit on my bed and imagine what he had planned. The truth was hardly better, in the end.
"Celeste." My name was barbed wire to my ears. He lifted his hand, something dangling that looked crafted from belts and metal. "Come over here."
I was sure I hadn't blinked for five minutes. Shivering, I inched to the edge of the mattress and stood. "What is that?" Lowering his eyebrows, he crooked a finger for me to step closer. Am I so weak already? My hands balled at my sides.
Was his smile worse than his frown? I couldn't decide. "Celeste, stand in front of me right now, or this will become more dire."
I am that weak. Yes. The chains rustled until I stood in touching distance of him.
"Good girl."
Fuck, how I hated when he called me that.
The device he held jingled as he swung it idly. "Stand very still. If you try to move, or stop me, I'll happily punish you. Got it?"
My mouth was so dry. "Yes, sir."
Kneeling at my feet, a position I so rarely saw him in, Leonide touched my knee. "Hike up your dress." Tangling my hands in it, I lifted the hem high. At the sight of my ruined panties, Leonide chortled. "Such a mess. Did you manage to get off?"
God, the embarrassment. "No, sir."
"Too bad." He peeled the underwear down, my juices leaving trails as they went. "Oh, goodness!" His laughter was terrible. I imagined kneeing him in the nose, but fear kept my limbs like stone. "Your little cunt is puffy with need." His thumb came down, an inch from my twitching clit. There was no way not to whimper. "Would you like me to do it for you, make you cum like the first time I saw you naked?"
It was a suggestion that created hair-splits along my mind. Did I want to cum? I needed it, not wanted! For him to mention that night—how he'd licked me, tasted and teased and and and...
"Celeste, tell me. Do you want to cum?"
Squeezing my eyes shut so hard I saw colors, I nodded my head.
Metal rattled; leather straps crossed along my thighs. Baffled, I stared down while he finished locking the device into place. Now that it was on me, I knew exactly what it was.
Leonide patted my hip, voice wistful. "It's too bad I don't care if spoiled girls get to cum or not."
I broke. Help me, I broke down. Sobbing in distress, I tore first at the chastity belt he'd locked onto me. The front and back
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