Devil's Bargain

Claire knows the drill. Years with Cyd have sharpened her taste for extremes, from fists to needles to the kind of bondage that leaves her nowhere to hide. When she learns what he has planned she just smiles—quiet, sure, ready to be stripped raw. Latex slides off her body. He checks fresh piercings, then she locks her own collar and cuffs, offering wrists and throat like gifts. A fiddle pins neck and hands above her head. Her ankles spread wide on the bar, heels skittering as the cane lands. Cyd offers mercy if she can hold still for ten strokes; she tries, fails, bargains pain in one place for relief in another. Shoes gone, balance gone, she still spits out the line he wants: "Doesn’t suck enough yet." He gives her the vibrator. Her breath turns ragged, then raw screams tear loose as she comes. Next she straddles the wooden pony, chest slapped until orgasm rips through her, eyes glassy but still defiant. Contorted again, flogged, stuffed with a plug and an inflating dildo, she shouts and pleads without ever saying stop. Cyd watches the armor crack, vulnerability pouring out. Just how he likes it.