Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) (34 page)

Lana smiled at the memory.

David added, “Please be discreet for now, until things calm down.”

Lana was honestly sick of being discreet. She wanted to leap into Rolf’s arms and kiss him for coming back so quickly. She wanted him to hold her and say that he had missed her. The days since Enar’s death had left her emotions frazzled and she craved Rolf’s contact. Lane smiled sweetly. “We are.”

Sam came over, appearing appalled. “I didn’t see you sitting here, Lana. I am so sorry. What would like?”

“I’m in no hurry, Sam. I just don’t feel like cooking dinner. What do you recommend?”

“Alex makes a shrimp scampi to die for. I suggest pairing it with a walnut and cranberry salad with Gorgonzola cheese. We also just received a shipment of luscious, seasonal, organic peach pie, with brown rice and millet crust.”

“I’m impressed. You finally found someone to make an edible gluten-free pie.” The comment made her frown. It had been Enar’s quest to find good gluten-free food, and it had taken until after his death to happen.

Rolf gently touched her hand, and when she focused on him, he licked his lips. “I’m drooling. Do you have an extra can of whipped cream for the pie?”

“Of course,” replied Sam. “I will put in the order for you. Would you like a cup of coffee while you wait?”

“Love one,” replied Rolf and Lana at the same time, making all of them laugh.

David cleaned his plate. “That peach pie sounds delicious. Can I get a slice?”

Sam nodded and headed into the kitchen. He came out a few minutes later with a slice of golden pie, oozing with peaches and topped with a glob of whipped cream. Rolf groaned. “That looks so good. Is it an acceptable dessert, Lana?”

She knew that his question was double sided and nodded. “I really have a fetish for peach pie. I think it will be fantastic.”

Rolf put the scampi in the fridge and walked back to Lana, pinning her against the French doors. He stared into her eyes for a moment and then leaned, his tongue penetrating her parted lips as he crushed her. The kiss was long and leisurely, filled with desire, their tongues twisting around one another. He removed her clothing, leaving it in a pile on the floor. When he lifted her into his arms, Lana moaned softly. He carried her across the dungeon, and she noticed a large silver disk that was about two inches thick and appeared to be made from metal. It was sitting on a secondary, thin platform and had been placed on the floor beneath the shackles that Enar had occasionally chained her to. She had to assume that it was one of Rolf’s creations. Rolf walked over to it, setting Lana on it and holding it still with his foot. “I stopped home before I called you. I have a few of my own additions that were delivered the other day. This is the only one I took the time to unpack. I also stopped at my favorite porn store while I was home to pick up a few new toys for you. My brother’s collection is lacking.”

Lana swallowed against the lump that was forming in her throat. Enar had once told her that Rolf was harsher than he, but he had never elaborated upon the comment. Rolf had said that he had lost his taste for true violence, but as she considered it, the man that stood before her was sexually unpredictable, and she had no idea what he was capable of.

“Trust me, Lana?” he asked in a slightly taunting tone.

She nodded meekly. “Yes.” It was the truth. She did trust him, she just wasn’t sure if she was ready for whatever he had in mind. “Enar always discussed things with me beforehand.”

He laughed. “You are full of shit. I know my brother. He only discussed things if they had the potential to cause real damage. Sorry, I play by the same rules. You either trust me enough to let me take control when we are in here or you don’t and we don’t play in here. I would be very disappointed.”

The thought of allowing him to take control was equally terrifying and arousing. She had become comfortable with Enar, but as she had said, Rolf was different.

“Well?”

“Okay.”

Grasping her hand, Rolf lifted it and shackled it with a fur-lined cuff that hung from a hook on the ceiling. He did the same to her other hand and then leaned, gently urging her legs apart and buckling her ankles with straps that were hooked to the metal turntable so her feet were spread wide. With a final kiss, he put his hand to her waist, twirling her in a circle. She looked upward and noticed that the chains above her head were hooked to a clip, suspended from a metal tube that allowed them to pivot with her movement, the entire thing continuing to spin as Rolf walked from the room.

Her arms were not held straight as she was accustomed to but slightly slack, her elbows bent. Lana closed her eyes, the sight of objects flashing around her making her dizzy. The motion slowed and she peeked from under her eyelids, frowning at the wall. Her head was reeling and she wavered slightly, wondering if Rolf was standing behind her. Before she could get her balance and turn, she felt his hand slide between her thighs.

Rolf spread her outer lips, pushing something into her pussy with his finger. He paused, pulling it back to the outer rim and then adding a slightly larger one. He repeated this action slowly, each ball clicking and putting pressure upon the ball before it as he pushed it upward and deeply into her twat. The fifth and final ball stretched her opening, not painfully, but it was still uncomfortable as he moved it inward and released her so her throbbing pussy’s mouth closed around it. Lana groaned, shifting her hips and causing the objects to grind against one another, the sensation infuriating. Rolf cracked her across the ass with the open palm of his hand. “The game is to hold on to those at all cost. If you push them out of your sweet little cunt, I will put them back and torment you forever. You have your choice, a whip, a paddle, a waffled paddle, or a riding crop. Name your poison.”

“The only one Enar used was a whip. I don’t know what any of the others feel like.”

“My brother preferred a whip. I like things varied. Choose.”

“A paddle,” she replied, it being one of the things that she had read about.

He tapped her with the solid object, the light strike encompassing far more skin than the whip. It left behind the same warm, stinging sensation, but over a much larger area. The sound was different, not sharp and shocking but duller and less audibly arousing. Rolf hit her again, slightly harder, and then again, each tap varied across the cheeks of her ass, her outer thighs, and then her inner thighs. He jarred her, her inner muscles flexing against the items within, the hard plastic shifting and pulsating against the inner nerves of her twitching pussy.

Rolf gradually increased the intensity and frequency until Lana was thrashing to escape him. The feel of throbbing pain became everything. She could sense her skin turning beet red, the fire in her flesh burning her alive. He suddenly stopped, separating her outer folds with the edge of the paddle and stroking her clit with the hard, slightly gritty surface. Lana shifted her hips, her breathing rapid as she moaned softly. A moment later the paddle was gone. Lana jumped, inhaling sharply as Rolf smeared her ass and thighs with the shockingly cold gel from the refrigerator. He massaged it into her skin, grasping and squeezing the burning flesh of her ass with his strong fingers and causing her to whine as she tried to arch away from him.

The disk turned and he stopped her abruptly with his hands to her waist. Rolf stepped up onto the stand, grasping the chains above her head as he spun the metal with his foot. “Wiggle your fingers. Are your arms okay, any numbness or tingling?”

“They’re okay,” she replied in a breathy voice.

“Good.” Rolf kissed her, his hands sliding down the back of her body. He stopped the turntable with his foot and slapped her across the cheek of her ass with his palm. Lana arched away from the sharp pain, slamming her body into his. “Wanna use your safe word?” he asked in a tone meant to torment her.

“No, thank you.” Lana couldn’t help herself, a saucy grin flashing on her lips. She immediately tried to pull it back as she leaned away from him, suddenly unsure of how he would react to her expression. She was surprised when he stepped down, twisting her to one side and then the other. He sent her body into a full spin and then walked away. Lana got flickering glances of him as he strode back out the door.

Eternity seemed to pass, and in Lana’s mind there was nothing but the combination of dizziness, the pulsing skin on her ass and thighs, and the pressure of the substance within her pussy. It was a triple physical rush from three totally different parts of her body, and it overwhelmed her. She watched Rolf walk back in as the table slowed and then came to a stop, with her again facing the back wall. He spun her the rest of the way, and, reaching around her waist, he wedged his fingers into the crack of her ass, squeezing her cheek, and used his handhold to spin her. Lana cried out, his grasp bringing the hot pain roaring back to life.

As she came around, she saw him displaying the can of whipped cream. The second flash was of him popping off the top. As her body turned for the third time, he sprayed her with the icy cream, wrapping her from neck to ankles with the white foam.

“Thor!”

Rolf instantly stopped the turntable with his foot. “Talk to me.”

Lana blinked, her mouth open as she sucked in air and blew it out. “I’m gonna to vomit.”

He immediately undid her ankles and then her hands, catching her as she sagged into his arms. Rolf lifted her. “Do you need the toilet?”

“I don’t know, give me a minute. I was getting so dizzy that I got the precursor of baking soda flooding my mouth.” She smacked her lips and inhaled deeply, blowing the air back out as Rolf watched her. After a few minutes, her stomach began to settle. “I think I’m okay.”

“Good. Continue or stop?”

“Stop as in you are going to end the torment and make love to me or stop as in tie my hands and leave me to suffer?”

“What do you think?” he asked with an impish smile.

“Continue.”

“Good, because I’m just beginning to play with you. You wanted oblivion, you’re gonna get it.” He walked over and set her down against the wall. He pushed her lower body forward with his hand and flipped down the thin, wooden lean bench, urging her ass onto it. It took the pressure off her knee but also inflamed the throbbing cheeks of her ass. Rolf chained her wrists out to the sides, against the wall. He then cuffed her ankles, setting the side bands so her feet were spread wide. “Is that too much on your knee?”

“No.”

“Let me know if it is.” His hand slid down the lower part of her abdomen, his finger slipping over her swollen clit and making her jump. Rolf laughed. “Is your cunt a bit warm?”

“You could say that.”

He slapped the side of her butt cheek, making her shift away from him. “Your cocky expression did not go unnoticed, but I allowed it. Sarcasm is not allowed. You have just lost your voice. I allow you four words from this moment on. Yes, no, Thor, or willow. Got me?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he replied with intensity in his voice that she had never heard before. His eyes looked oddly darker, his lips parted in a way that made him appear malicious. Rolf trailed his fingernail from her chin downward and then slowly tugged the largest ball from inside her pussy. It jarred her as it came out, and then he stopped, her rim contracting slightly. She could feel the next one putting pressure on just her pussy’s mouth, and he waited, watching her before popping the next one out. Lana was panting before he finally removed the last one and held it up before her.

It was just as she had imagined, five progressively larger plastic balls with a thick looped cord connecting them. Rolf grasped the smallest ball, flipping it upside down and sliding the string into a hollow straw-like tube with a tiny clip on the end. He pushed the teeth of the clip open with his fingers and clamped it to the base of the string, sliding the straw down over it and putting the other clamp at the end of the loop. When he grasped the straw in his hand, it remained straight as the balls dangled from the end of it. Lana knew exactly what he planned to do as he bent and pushed each ball slowly back into her flesh. He wiggled the handle, making them shift within her, and then wedged it between her folds, the straw pressed against her clit.

He reached around to his back and pulled out a flyswatter and a cat toy with a large feather on the end of it, giving her a moment to think about the items before he shoved them into the waistband of his pants. Rolf then pulled a blindfold from his pocket, tying it around her eyes. He gave her a gentle kiss and then moved away. The feather dragged over her stomach, soft and alluring. Stinging pain followed as he snapped the flyswatter against her breast. The feather wafted over her nipple and then again over the other. Sharp, searing pain sizzled her skin as he slapped her stomach with the waffled plastic.

Rolf was silent, his actions unpredictable as he alternated between the feather and the flyswatter. His torment became everything, the silent, unpredictable sensations either bringing soft, tickling air or a prickly sting. Patches of her skin were set on fire, burning and then cooling, as somewhere else demanded her attention. He occasionally shifted the balls within her, twisting them or wiggling them with the handle, the straw rubbing her swollen clit, her body twitching incessantly as he swatted her sex. Moans of euphoria washed over her, her body building to a high pitch, nerves deep within her pussy in spasms against the movement.

Rolf dropped the straw, and the sense of him was gone. Lana thrashed against her restraints, hoping to push herself over the edge by shifting the balls. Rolf had tethered her legs so tightly that she couldn’t achieve the desired result, and she growled, sagging against the lean bench. Rolf chuckled, but the sound relayed that he was standing at a distance. She had no yes-or-no question to answer, and other than call out “Thor” again, she didn’t know what to say. “Are the straps bothering your knee?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Silence again, leaving Lana to the burning throb of her skin and the persistent twinges of her twat. Lana realized that, by every standard of the word, her pussy ached. She could feel her heartbeat, her entire body twitching and buzzing with sensation. She couldn’t tell if Rolf was still in the room, but she had a sense that he was watching her, sitting upon the lounger, observing her every movement. She squeezed the balls, hoping that by flexing them she could find completion. Rolf quickly yanked them from inside her, leaving her pussy pulsing and empty. He remained in silence, and when he walked over and threw a bucket of ice water on her, Lana screamed.