Not So Solitary Confinement - Audrey Trovita vs Callum "Brick" McRae (D)

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

"Ghh..." Audrey responded with a frustrated grunt at his retort. His constant laughing at her like everything she said was some kind of joke was more aggravating than his own jeers. She could snap back, but words wouldn't stop him from taking his waiting prize. Her efforts would be better spent trying to quell her fearful anticipation, resist his advance, and try to dislodge him.

Her wiggling intensified out of desperation - as much as it was able in her awkward half-folded position - and she pushed with whatever might she could muster. It wasn't enough. She lt out a sound halfway between a grunt and a whine as his fingers spread her wide open, and she realized no amount of jostling her booty was going to shift his hands away.

"Gh... A-ah! Aaahh! Nghhh!"

Audrey's entire body tensed, muscles locking up, as Callum's fingers pushed inside her, intentionally slowly to draw it out, with the rest of his hand holding firmly in place. Audrey continued to half groan, half whimper in protest as his fingers dig in ever deeper, curling probing as he explored her depths.

And then he began the cycle in earnest. Her furious blush on her cheeks concealed her freckles as her whole body began to warm up, catching up with her face. Audrey alternated between gritting her teeth and biting her bottom lip in attempt to swallow back her gasping moans of protest and shaky, hasty breaths, but she simply could not prevent herself from making sound. Her own hands ceased their attempts to push him off, instead clutching at his thighs desperately, fingers digging into his skin as his did the same inside her, an involuntary act in direct response to his intrusion rather than a real attempt at distracting him.

The way her body twitched and trembled at his every move betrayed any resistance she could offer. Occasionally a hand would detach and pound at his side in a fist, but only for a moment as that involuntary reaction took over, and they always quickly returned to gripping at him in desperation. She was his now, at his mercy, her body rocking more from his invasions and retreats than her own resistance, and it wouldn't take very long before Callum would begin to feel the beginnings of the fruits of his labors.

[Parker]

Callum, with a predatory gleam in his eyes, exploited his dominant position over Audrey, his fingers plunging deep into her with a reckless abandon because nothing seemed to bar him from taking what he wanted. Her feeble struggles were mere distractions, barely registering as annoyances. He reveled in the knowledge that her efforts to escape were futile, her resistance nothing more than a weak attempt to maintain her dignity. That wouldn’t do her any good where they were heading.

His fingers began to quicken their pace, her protests and grunts transforming into guilty moans that hung heavy in the air. There was no need for words of acceptance, her body betrayed her will, arching and trembling beneath his touch. The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her cut through the silence, a symphony of conquest that was barely audible to anyone but the two of them. His fingers, slick and relentless, worked to claim her in the moment, make her know that he was the better between them.

His thumb joined the fray, tracing along her sensitive folds with a deliberate end point in mind. It edged in, feeling along her wetness until it slipped over her sensitive pearl. He pressed down firmly, his touch commanding and unyielding as his fingertips planted itself against her clitoris. He rolled and rubbed, his thumb working in tandem with his fingers, which wetly slipped in and out of her, each movement deliberate and calculated.

Callum leaned in closer, his heated exhales washing over her crotch, adding another layer of sensation to her already overwhelming experience. The warmth of his breath mingled with the wet sounds of her arousal, creating a heady, intoxicating atmosphere. He used everything at his disposal, his strength, his skill, his dominance, to work her body to his will. He may have been empty headed and irksome, but it seemed as though he had talents past putting knuckles to faces.

Despite her initial resistance, despite her hatred for him, her body responded, betraying her mind and surrendering to the pleasure he forced upon her. Callum’s every move was designed to push Audrey towards a climax she likely hadn’t wanted but now desperately needed. He flexed his arms again so she felt the helplessness of her trapped legs, and lowered his weight onto her again to limit her movement. He was relentless, unyielding, his fingers and thumb working in perfect harmony to drive her to the brink and beyond, leaving her a trembling, gasping mess beneath him.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Subjected Callum's well-versed touch, Audrey began to crumble. What few groans of protest she could muster were drowned out by the chorus of moans that she was unable to restrain. His touch was masterful, knowing exactly where and how to touch her to coax out the responses he desired, and she had little choice but to respond exactly as such. She was helpless in his trap, a prize for him to feast upon to his crusty little heart's content.

Confident that he had her now, he picked up his pace, resulting in intensified moans and noticeable trembles in the redhead's folded body. Her eyes closed involuntarily, the act of processing her sight too much for her brain to bear. Her palms slapped the mat, fingernails sliding as she attempted to grasp something and found nothing. The overwhelming stimulation had begun to drown out even the burning shame of heat visible on her face.

And then his thumb began a short-lived search, and Audrey's moans quickly transitioned into something more closely resembling screams. She had not expected such an expert work-over from her ogre of an opponent (although, in retrospect, she had never expected to be caught and claimed so easily, either, so her track record tonight was in sync). It was all she could do to resist tapping out (though she knew subconsciously that doing so would be pointless). At present, Callum was controlling her body as easily as if it were simply an extension of his own; he knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. His warm breath began to tip her over the edge.

Falling over that edge was inevitable now; she'd long since passed the point of no return, her body all but begging for a release. Pride was the lone brick stemming the tide, but willpower alone would not protect her from her own biology.

Another squeeze of her legs were all the warning Audrey got before she was given a facefull of shorts again, this time doing little to muffle her volume but restoring the pressure on her head. The groin in her face would prove devastating...

In the wild, chaotic instant before the dam burst, Audrey had a flicker of awareness drift through her brain; she could try to bite him. Right then and there, sink her teeth right into his balls. He'd never see it coming, if she could only find the willpower to bring herself to do it... and to stop screaming long enough to close her mouth.

...But, even had she done so, her own fate would not have changed. The fraction of a second passed, and Callum would find his efforts rewarded by a fresh coating of juices on his fingers, Audrey being unable to resist the pull any longer. She would ride it out screaming in ecstasy, her body spasming, hair sweaty and damp, face flushed, for as long as Callum remained in motion, inside of her and out.

[Parker]

The moment Audrey’s body betrayed her, the warm gush against his fingers triggering a primal response, Callum pounced like a wild animal claiming its prey, sinking those fangs deep into the jugular for the kill. He pressed in harder, pushed deeper, vibrating his hand to fill every tender, vulnerable part of her, making her feel the full extent of his dominance. Her screams echoed through the room as he rode her out, denying her a quick and easy climax, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling, gasping wreck beneath him. She would be done on his time, not hers.

Only when her body stilled, when the last twitch and spasm subsided, leaving only the sound of her labored breath, did he finally lift his hand. With a raised brow, he brought his fingers to his face, giving them a tentative sniff, a smirk playing on his lips. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he opened his mouth and tapped the tips of his fingers to his tongue, savoring Audrey’s taste as if he were a connoisseur sampling a fine wine. He rolled her essence over his tongue, his expression a mix of amusement and satisfaction, clearly enjoying the power he held over her and pleased she was far more hygienic than her fowl mouth let on.

With a soft snort, he reached out and grabbed hold of Audrey’s panties, giving them a sharp tug as he worked them down the length of her quivering legs. He pulled them off over the heels of her sneakers. His arm uncoiled from her trapped limbs, allowing her legs to flop to the mat with an unceremonious thud, her body sprawled and vulnerable in the heat of her afterglow.

Callum leaned over, briefly shoving his crotch in her face, more out of position than purpose, before pushing himself up. Audrey’s panties in hand, he used them as a rag to wipe off his hand, sparing a glance down at her sprawled figure. Her indecency was on full display, her short skirt doing little to cover her exposed state. He cocked his head, flashing her that devilish grin of his. While he could have stepped away to check any of the turn buckles or simply began to climb the cage, he instead lingered, not at all done with playing with his food.

“Well, you going to get up or what?” he taunted with a chuckle, his voice laced with mocking amusement. He tapped the side of her breast with the toe of his boot, like a child poking roadkill with a stick to check for signs of life, his eyes glinting with a look of triumph.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Nothing would come easy for Audrey tonight. Not even pleasure. The moment her dam burst, the intensity amplified, Callum doing everything he could to draw out her experience far beyond its natural length. By the time she had finished and he'd finally withdrawn, the redhead was left immobile, struggling but breathing deeply in her awkward half upside-down position, her own fluids trickling down her stomach, fighting for air against Callum's underside as well as her own chest. Her arms were still against the mat, her legs suspended uncomfortably above her, still lodged under her captor's arms.

She was entirely unaware of Callum tasting the fruits of his labor; his position atop her naturally shielded the action from her sight. Even had it not, however, the only thing currently on her mind was relief that it was over and she was being granted time to rest. Her entire body was still warm and achy, her spine curved at this unusual angle for too long, her breaths coming in labored panting.

Eventually, Callum would let her legs go free. The payment for this mercy, however, was the sensation of feeling her panties sliding down her legs in the process. Her face was already aglow with heat and shame, but the awareness of being stripped ensured that while her racing heartbeat began to slow, the color in her cheeks wasn't going anywhere.

Her legs, meanwhile, flopped limply against the mat, and there they stayed as Audrey continued to recover, spread wide with her skirt still pooled against her stomach, too lost in the fog of her climax to realize she was still exposed. Breathing came easier now with her organs no longer compressed. Her top did an admirable job of keeping her chest contained as it rose and fell with unhindered deep breaths, her eyes closed as though not seeing her position would somehow alter it. Her reward was a crotch in her face as Callum began to lift himself off her.

"Blehh!" Audrey gagged a bit, tongue sticking out for a moment as her attempts at drawing in fresh air were temporarily halted.

The sudden light behind her eyelids signaled his departure, and Audrey opened her eyes - slowly, as now the lights above were free to blind her - to find her foe still towering over her. He was mostly a silhouette to her, the overhead lighting shrouding his face in darkness, but it was clear he was observing her, admiring his handiwork. Audrey was still too tired to be properly afraid, but the prickling of anxiety reignited. She contemplated moving, trying to stand, to get away, something... but as exhausted as she was now, with him standing right there, she'd never move fast enough. She just had to lay there like a slug - it was her only defense.

There she remained, until Callum's boot poked her in the breast. "Uuuugghhhh...." Audrey groaned in reply, finally allowing herself some motion, attempting to roll herself over on to her stomach. If she made it that far, she'd force herself up onto her hands and knees, all of them wobbly as she struggled to draw on whatever energy reserves she had.

Her head looked up, ponytail obscuring half her vision as it hung down over her shoulder... but, there! Not far in front of her, the turnbuckle that Callum had torn from his corner and haphazardly discarded sat, tantalizingly close. She just had to shuffle forwards, one or two for-legged strides, reach out her hand, and...

[Parker]

Callum, ever the picture of cruel courtesy, was more than happy to “help” Audrey when she finally began to stir. His version of assistance came in the form of a sharp boot heel digging into her side, just enough to make her grunt, followed by a firm shove that rolled her onto her chest. A gentlemanly gesture, really; she didn’t have to exhaust herself doing it. The smirk on his lips said everything, an easy, self-satisfied curve that radiated ownership. He’d taken something from her she couldn’t easily get back. And it wasn’t the panties twirling lazily around his finger like a prize token.

He paced past her with the unhurried swagger of a man entirely in control. Each step of his boots came dangerously close to her reaching fingertips, teasing the possibility of contact, only to deny it at the last instant. On his finger, her underwear spun like a trophy, like a cat batting its prey just to see how long it would keep squirming.

He circled her, slow and methodical, like a shark savoring the scent of blood in the water. His eyes traced her with an unreadable mix of amusement and calculation, half predator, half philosopher, deciding how best to savor the moment. Was he admiring her resilience? Toying with her pride? The air between them thrummed with that tense uncertainty, and the fact that he wasn’t immediately striking or taunting her made it worse. It felt wrong. Off. Like the universe itself was holding its breath.

Then, Callum lowered himself beside her, crouching until he was level with the fallen woman. From this angle, his expression softened, not kindly, but with the eerie quiet of someone dissecting a thought.

“Oh… so you’re thinking about what’s on that, huh?” he murmured, head tilting slightly toward the turnbuckle padding she’d been eyeing. His voice came out low, casual even, but threaded with a dangerous undercurrent that made every syllable feel like a knife sliding into velvet.

A hand brushed her back, not a strike, but a slow, deliberate glide of fingers over her shoulder blade, tracing her shape like he was reading her body’s intent. His arm draped around her a moment later, the gesture disturbingly intimate. Then came the light tug, barely forceful, just persuasive enough to reel her closer. It was the kind of touch that mimicked tenderness while making her pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons. Like a date realizing too late that they’d been driven somewhere they didn’t want to go.

If Audrey tried to bolt, Callum would let her get that fleeting burst of freedom in her scramble, enough rope to think she might escape to get what she wanted, before stepping back in, cutting her off with a single fluid motion. The thud of his boot meeting her back would press her to the mat, pinning her down with almost lazy precision just before her prize.

“You can try…” he drawled, his palm rubbing her shoulder in a mockery of reassurance. “But you’ll regret it.”

The words hung between them like smoke, thick, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. He watched her from the corner of his eye, patient, savoring the slow burn of her frustration.

When he was certain she’d stay put, he finally rose, fluid and deliberate, stepping into her line of sight once more. With one smooth motion, he shifted to obscure the turnbuckle pad she’d been fixated on. Then, with practiced confidence, he reached down, one hand curling around her shoulder, the other sliding under her chin, forcing her gaze upward then hauling her back to her feet on quivering legs.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Exhausted though she was, Audrey did not appreciate the assistance in flipping herself over, and made sure to make it known with a frustrated grunt when his boot contacted her side. She was weak in more ways than one right now, and Callum knew it. His prior experience would have told him that much. Outside the ring, of course.

He walked around her lazily, like a vulture preparing to feast on a carcass after it died. Her fingers curled each time his boot came close, barely suppressing a wince. The redhead was too tired to react that drastically, and he was very clearly toying with her. She saw him circling her as he twirled her panties on his finger, his reward for wearing her down, the shadow he cast catching her eye as she began to crawl. He walked painfully slowly; clearly he was in no rush, simply letting her move with the knowledge that she wasn't actually going anywhere.

He'd kept his mouth shut, though... maybe getting no reaction from her to his taunts had made him second guess their worth? Audrey wasn't going to complain, either way. It was harder to rebuke his trash talk while she was left struggling to stand at his hands.

Still, even after being pushed all the way to that embarrassing brink, she hadn't given up yet.

“Oh… so you’re thinking about what’s on that, huh?”

As she lifted herself to her hands and knees, flipping her skirt down so it did the job her panties now could not and trying hard to ignore the redness on her cheeks, Callum had lowered himself to eye level, finally prodding her with another quip. Less insulting than most, but the intent was there.

And then came the touch. Light, deceptively gentle, and sent a visible shiver down Audrey's spine along with a cold sense of dread. She gasped like she'd just been submerged in a freezing pool of water. Her back wasn't nearly as sensitive as her chest, but in her current post-climax state, every sensation was amplified.

If the redhead thought that was unsettling, she was entirely unprepared for the follow-up of having his arm draped around her, pulling her closer to him, her weakened state rendering her unable to prevent her wobble in his direction. She flinched away, hesitating in case he decided to actually grab her, waiting to see what he was planning, her heartbeat scrambling in anticipation.

But seconds stretched on and nothing more happened... except that the longer she was in contact with him, the creepier it felt, having him looming over her like a date at a movie trying to make a move. She needed to get out of there, and fast. She contemplated making an attempt to snatch her underwear out of his hands first, but right now, that was too high a risk; the less time she spent in his bubble, the better. And the chances of being able to put them back on afterwards were next to none, anyway.

"Gh- get your nasty-ass hands off me," she choked out, having recovered enough to speak again. Her near arm would lash out, missing the elbow but landing a forearm to his chest and creating enough of a gap between them for Audrey to lunge forwards and out from under the cradle of his arm.

In her haste, she switched from her knees to her feet, getting a brief, stumbling head-start and praying that she'd surprised Callum enough to win the race.

"Oof!"

The boot on her back told a different story, her limbs forced out from underneath her as her body was planted back into the mat. Even with that momentary surge, she was too slow, too tired, her energy well still mostly depleted after enduring that last onslaught and having pittance to recover.

"Ugh, damnit!" Audrey groaned in frustration... she'd made it so close, just shy of being able to reach out and hook the discarded padding with her fingers. Then came the second touch, a hand on her shoulder, and she grit her teeth against the repulsion bubbling up in her gut. "Who said you get to touch me??"

But with his boot pinning her down, she made no move to swat him away, nor did she attempt to lunge forwards again. Even as he lifted his foot off her back, Audrey remained where she was, although she did reach for the spot on her back where he'd been keeping her down, rubbing at her tender skin.

His hand cupped her chin, and when he forced her to look up at him, she'd meet his cold, predatory gaze with fire in her eyes, still baring her teeth while shooting him a glare. Her body language may signal that she'd all but surrendered already, but her eyes told him that she wasn't going to go down after just one trap.

Still, she groaned as he heaved her up onto her feet, legs trembling with the effort. She put a hand on his chest, using his body to anchor her own while she struggled to find her footing.

"Y'know," she started, her voice beginning small and rising in pitch as she continued, though her breathing and voice were still noticeably strained, as though she'd just run a marathon. "Here I was afraid I wouldn't be able to walk for the rest of the night. Thought you were supposed to be good at that."

She'd punctuate her jab with a kick to the shin, hoping to knock Callum down to a knee. Or worse, if she were lucky. Either way, her goal was just to slip around him, hoping her own legs didn't give out in the process, and finally pick up that number that he'd tried and failed to remove; if she let him dispose of it, she might not ever figure out what it was.

[Parker]

Callum’s smirk didn’t waver when her forearm connected; the faint thud against his chest had barely moved him, but it was enough to tip his crouch off balance, where he instinctively had to take a knee to keep from falling further. It managed to pull a low chuckle out of him, not in outright mockery for her poor performance but amusement in her continued defiance, that spark she was still clinging to even when she could barely stand.

"There she is," he laughed, voice almost approving as Audrey lurched forward out of his reach. Her stumbling rise gave him all the opening he needed. Pushing up off the mat, he rose to his feet and, with two clomping steps, he had boot planted between her shoulder blades, and she was back down on the mat with a flat smack that made the crowd gasp. The impact barely echoed before she was cursing again, that frustrated growl seeping out of her as she slapped the mat in futility.

He lifted the toe of his boot, grinding his heel down against her spine as if he was snuffing out a discarded cigarette on the pavement. Callum’s weight lingered just long enough to remind her who held the balance of power before he drew it back. His fingers brushed across her shoulder almost idly when she spat back at him, "I did. In case you haven’t been paying attention, sweetheart, I make the rules in this place."

Grabbing hold of Audrey, he pulled her up. Her glare when he cupped her chin was all venom, and he met it head-on. The heat in her eyes, the stubborn refusal, drew the faintest curl of satisfaction to his lips. "That’s better," he said softly, forcing her gaze to stay locked with his for another beat before he hauled her upright. When she questioned his effectiveness, there was the faintest twitch in the corner of his eye and a stillness to him. That movement where it looked as though he were trying to decide if he was okay to keep his cool or if that slight warranted smashing her face into the ground.

"It’s going to be a long night… There is gonna be plenty o’ time to drag your ass around." He cracked a grin just as her sneaker lashed out, clipping him in the shin. The crowd gave a collective ohh! as he dropped slightly with a hiss through his teeth. His immediate reaction was to give her a hard shove, only realizing after he’d done it that it had been in the direction she had been aiming for.

"Fuckin’ cunt!" he grit his teeth, letting out a heated snort. He straightened back to full height despite the throbbing in his leg. He was slow to get moving, slow enough that she had managed to get to her prize. As she was turning the padding over, she reached out, grabbing for her ponytail like the handle of a convenience store door, wrenching her back intentionally hard. He twisted his hips, drawing her in flush to his chest as his free arm reached out and snaked around her throat. The crook of his bicep caught beneath her chin, lifting her jaw and exposing her throat in one sharp motion while his forearm slid across the base of her neck. His palm flattened against the side of her head, locking her firmly in place.

With a loud grunt, he leaned backward, arching his own spine to drag her body with him. The effect would be immediate, Audrey’s back bowed in a taut curve, her chest thrust forward by the angle of the hold. Her feet shuffled frantically against the mat, trying to find traction as the strain stretched from the base of her neck down through her ribs.

The improvised standing dragon sleeper wasn’t planned or methodical; it was suffocatingly brutish. Each shift of Callum’s weight torqued her further, his stance wide and grounded, thighs flexed to anchor her struggling form. "Drop the pad." He seemed to think it still mattered, that she hadn’t had time enough to actually find what she wanted.

[ThurmanMermanPlx]

Audrey had put the threat in the back of her mind almost immediately. It already had been a long night, but it was true that it was far from over. But for all his cockiness, she still managed to surprise him. That was going to be where her advantage was if she was going to survive this. That, and maybe a few more boots to the head.

Regardless, with the added momentum from Callum's shove, Audrey made it to the discarded padding with ease. She began to fumble with it, flipping it over until she could see the "3" plastered to it. Now if only she could figure out which way it had been tied to the post, as she continued rotating it in her hands, that would tell her the prior orientation for that 2 or 5 from the one she'd looked at earlier...

But in her haste to inspect her reward, she'd forgotten to keep her feet moving, and that would end up proving costly. Her kick had only slowed Callum, not disabled him, and got a ferocious yank of her ponytail as a result! The redhead yelped in both surprise and pain, instinctively clutching the padding close to her chest as her body was wrenched backward by the hair. An arm slid around her throat, effectively trapping her in this awkward position.

And then he pulled, her own back arching with him as he leaned backwards, chest pointed upwards towards the lightning as her body was bent as a violent angle. Her body trembled from the strain and her feet scrambled, trying to find a position that lessened the agony in her spine, but with little success; her only saving grace was that her shoes remained on solid ground to continue making the effort.

A sharp hiss escaped her as she inhaled through grit teeth. One hand reached up to claw at the arm cutting off her air, trying to pry it away and create some space, while the other continued to cradle the padding against her body like a lifeline.

He was mad, and if anything, her response only ticked him off further. Callum's stance widened, forcing Audrey's body into an even deeper curve, and the redhead squealed. Her head shook violently, as if to show that she wasn't giving in despite the obvious torment she was enduring, but it did not stop the string of pained whimpers.

"Drop the pad."

Again, Audrey shook her head, unsure if he could even see it or feel the difference from her futile squirming. She held it tighter, but only for a moment, as one particularly violent shift drew a scream from the redhead. Sufficiently convinced, Audrey extended her arm out and made a show of letting the pad go, where bounced off her knee and landed on the mat at her feet with a dull thud. Afterwards, her newly freed hand joined her other in attempting to pry his muscled arm from around her throat.

[Parker]

Like a junkyard dog already given the attack order, Callum wasn’t feeling patient, all he saw was meat. He issued the command for her to let go but he didn’t give a damn how quickly Audrey complied. His arm clamped down with sudden, merciless force, bending her backward into a painful arch. Her chin was wedged up beneath the ridge of his bicep, neck stretched, spine torqued. The hold was clean and cruel: all leverage, no slack. Audrey’s chest was thrust forward, the fabric of her top pulled taut by the strain, breathing becoming a battle she was rapidly losing.

The turnbuckle pad slipped from her fingers, falling uselessly to the canvas and Callum’s eye caught the movement. She had appeased his demands but it was too little, too late in his mind. The second she pulled her little tricks again she had wrote her name on his shit list. His free hand rose into the air, palm open first… then curling into a tight, deliberate fist. Black leather creaked as each knuckle locked into place.

Audrey would see it long enough to dread the drop as his eyes scanned her body, a map of potential pain laid out before him across her stretched frame and all he had to do was pick a destination. In the end he was a simple man, taking perhaps the most obvious of choices.

THUMP.

The base of his fist slammed into the center of her chest, driving into soft flesh with a blunt, punishing crack. Audrey’s body jolted, impact hard enough to push air out of her lungs and perhaps buckle her knees. He shifted to hold her weight, cranking her neck with an uncaring nonchalance.

He didn’t smile.

He didn’t gloat.

He just looked… annoyed.

Like he had just thrown a brick through a window and it hadn’t broken in a satisfying way.

“Nah…”

The word was hushed, dangerous.

His boot dug into the canvas, heel grinding as he pivoted sharply, twisting her sideways. She was forced to stumble on her toes, ungainly and exposed, her entire balance dictated by the angle of his arm around her throat.
Her hands grasping at his arm, uselessly trying to relieve the choke.

When they came to a stop she had a moment to try and reorientation herself but his other hand was fast at work. He gripped the fabric of her top, felt the tug as it strained against being pulled any further. Just a moment when it bit into her back before it became free, pulled down the side of her swollen breast to expose the left side of her chest. His palm rolled over her curve, fingertips lightly flicking as they retreated dusting her off as if she needed to be tidied.

Then his free hand lifted again, this time open, fingers splayed wide.

CRACK.

A chop cut violently across the top of her breast, searingly sharp with all his strength behind it, the sound slicing through the cage like a gunshot. a burning red imprint left where his palm had clapped. This time there was no second guessing, no change of plans, just a short chuckle. He had found what he wanted.

CRACK!

He held her upright by the throat alone, enjoying the way her ribs heaved against the restraint. Sweat from both of them slicked their bodies where she was arched against him, a reluctant intimacy she couldn’t escape. His voice was a deep, satisfied growl rolling down to where she was locked in his grip.

“…If you beg, I’ll stop. How ‘bout that?.”