Page 98 of The Monster and the Masochist

The pleasure was building higher and faster, and I whimpered as I realized I was already close.

Cassandra seemed to notice too, because suddenly the pleasure was replaced with the sharp sting of pain as she literally pinched my clit. Hard.

My mind short-circuited.

“Shit! Fuck!” I yelped, bucking helplessly against the wall.

“Don’t come. I didn’t say you could come,” she snapped, and my eyes felt like they were so wide they were going to pop right out of my head.

I was panting. A cold sweat had formed on my too-hot skin, and it felt deliciously humiliating, considering Cassandra seemed perfectly calm. She was pressed up against me, her mouth still close to my ear as she held my clit captive between her fingers, and I was so turned on I felt like I could literally die.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into with me, Theodora,” she hummed in my ear before she started slowly massaging me again, soothing away the sting left behind from her pinching fingers. I whimpered softly, which seemed to please her.

She kissed me on the sensitive flesh behind my ear as I writhed against the wall, fighting off my quickly growing orgasm with everything I had.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.

She didn’t say you could come.

“I’ve been fighting this, sweet girl, not because I don’t want you,” she breathed, and in an attempt to keep myself from falling over the edge, I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

“I’ve been fighting it because if I let my monster have you, it’ll be over for you, Theodora. It’ll never let you go. You could try to run, but there is nowhere you could go that we wouldn’t find you. We’d hunt you down for the rest of your days, and I don’t think you understand what that means.”

“I-I do understand. I… I want that,” I croaked, and she pinched my clit again, causing me to cry out in pain.

“You don’t. This isn’t a game. If I give in to this, and then you decide you want to leave, there’s no telling what I might do. I barely have this thing under control as it is. I could fucking kill you, Theodora. Do you understand me?” She pinched me harder, and I groaned, sinking further back into the wall as my nerves fired off a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain.

I felt like I was floating, holy shit.

“You won’t kill me,” I panted, and she growled.

“If you try to leave me, I might. My monster would rather see you dead than share you.”

Her… monster?

Honestly, the third-person monster thing felt secondary for me. My sub-drunk mind caught on the last part of that statement instead.

Would rather see me dead than share me…

She didn’t want to share me?

“If we do this, Theodora, I can’t promise I won’t lose control. It’s harder to control the urges when I care about the people involved. I get… possessive. Controlling. You won’t like it.”

She was rubbing me again now, and it took even less time for her soft, wet fingers to draw me to the edge. In seconds, I was teetering on the precipice. My entire body hummed with the need to explode, and I was breathing so hard I felt dizzy.

“Cass…” I whined, but she didn’t stop.

“I’ll fucking destroy you if you let me, Theodora. Do you understand? I will wreck you.”

With great effort, I turned my lust-drunk gaze to meet hers. It was almost like I was looking into the face of a stranger.

I wasn’t speaking to Cassandra anymore.

I was looking at her face, but it was her monster that stared back.

My body was pulsing with the urgent need to come as I hovered on the sharp edge of what felt like a profound moment.

Her fingers slowed slightly as she held me captive with her gaze.