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“It’s cute that you think you’re done. Or that you have any say in the matter, Sugar. Let’s go again.”
“I can’t,” she wails, but I twist her piercings – all of them in turn – until she gushes all over my hand.
“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it, darlin’?”
She shakes her head but I can see that she’s almost at her limit. A sheen of sweat covers her beautiful skin and her hair is sticking to her damp forehead. I brush it away and kiss her.
“I’m so proud of you. Give me one more and we can be done.”
She whimpers, but I don’t know if it’s in protest to me saying we’re almost done, or demanding another orgasm from her.
I move down her body, kissing a trail and leaving goosebumps in my wake. I pay special attention to her nipples, nipping them until they’re stiff peaks. Her scars look livid against her flesh, angry and puckered, and I kiss each one reverently, trying to breathe her pain away.
“Sugar,” I whisper, “I love you like this. So fucking much.”
A tear drips down her cheek and I swipe it away. I kiss each scar and I think about all the pain she’s been through, all the suffering that she endured only a few short hours ago.
She wails when I curl my lips around her clit but my fingers are still buried in her pussy, and I’ve timed it so that I know this orgasm will be bigger than the others. I pull my lips away and watch her clench around my fingers and fall apart.
She’s shaking, and I know I’ve pushed her too far. Almost to the brink. I stand up and admire the state she’s in. I’m gentle when I enter her slick body one last time with my fingers, but I only give her a minute to recover. She whimpers when I bottom out inside her, the heel of my hand grinding on her clit, but I know she’s ready. I bend down and take her mouth in a searing kiss and she moans into my mouth.
“I love fucking you,” I say, each word punctuated by a thrust of my hand.
“I love it too,” she replies as her pussy clenches around me.
I’m slammed by her final orgasm, pulling too hard on the noose, knowing that I’ll leave marks and that I’m no better than the others. I grab my aching cock and pump it furiously, finishing all over her stomach, tits and mound, with a roar. My hips tremble and I lean back, breathing hard. I know that she’s sore but I don’t want to pull my fingers out. Don’t want to break contact.
But I have to.
I slide my hand free from between her thighs and groan at the mess coating my hand all the way down to my wrist. Pulling her blindfold off, I capture her gaze with mine and make her watch as I lick and suck myself clean. Despite being spent, her pupils dilate and her breathing becomes more laboured. Fuck, could she really go again? She might just be perfect.
When my hand’s clean, I help her sit up and undo my belt from her wrists, taking time to massage the feeling back into her shoulders. I remove the belts from her thighs and ankles, and then the noose from her neck. An angry purple line remains behind and I trace my finger over it, pleased that I’ve marked her as mine, and ashamed too.
“Come on, darlin’,” I say, helping her to her feet, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She stands, her legs buckling underneath her before I tighten my arm around her waist. I pick her up, smirking when she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Shower time?” she asks, yawning.
“Bath.”
“I want bubbles.”
“That can be arranged.”
I carry her into the bathroom and place her down on the counter top. She watches me with glazed, sleepy eyes as I fill the bath and seek for something that will make bubbles. When the tub’s half full of hot water and iridescent bubbles, I switch off the faucet and lift her into my arms again before stepping into the water and taking a seat, Kayla on my lap, pulled in close against my chest.
She winces slightly as the soapy water hits her cuts, but soon relaxes. “Umm, this is new. Nice,” she murmurs.
“You’ve never done this?” I ask, surprised. She shakes her head.
“Oh Sugar, taking care of you and piecing you back together after you’ve come apart so prettily for me, so many times, is almost as satisfying as taking you apart in the first place,” I tell her with a kiss to the top of her head.
She sighs contentedly, yawning wide and then relaxing against me, showing me that she trusts me with more than just her pleasure – much to my satisfaction.
“Come, let me care for you,” I say gently, starting to wash her body with gentle hands. She lets me, but maybe she doesn’t realise that I’m asking to care for her long past this present moment.
YOU’RE THE FACILITY’S PUPPET
