⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS
This book contains adult themes intended for mature readers only (18+), including:
Dark romance dynamics
Consensual but extreme BDSM themes
Power imbalance and psychological manipulation
Emotional dependency and coercion
Physical punishment and bodily endurance
Non-traditional relationship structures
Chapter 13
Daemon watched me shake, completely detached. He looked casually at his watch. He started talking as if we were in a high-stakes office conference room.
"I finalized the Q3 projections today," Daemon said. His voice was calm, completely emotionless. "The market is volatile. But our position is undeniably strong."
Declan turned the dial on the needles. The pulses became faster, more aggressive.
My back arched hard off the metal rod. I was sobbing into the gag, uselessly.
"Most CEOs don't understand true balance," Declan added, adjusting a wire on my breast. "They don't understand the perfect equilibrium of pressure and release."
Aeron ran his cool hand down my spine, tracing the painful arch. "Our pet understands perfectly," he said. "She knows pleasure and pain are, ultimately, the same thing."
"Ngrhhh… ngrhhh…," I growled, the sound almost animalistic and broken.
"Why does her growling still sound so soft and pretty?" Aeron asked, sounding almost disappointed by the quality.
"Yes. Why?" Declan agreed with him. "It still sounds too good. It makes me uneasy when someone still sounds this pretty in their ruin."
"Maybe we should just give her more intensity?" Daemon suggested, his voice laced with menace.
The electric shocks sharpened further. They danced on the tips of the needles.
My hips bucked harder against the straps. The spreader bar rattled.
I was tightly clenched around nothing. I was quivering with overwhelming, electric delight.
I was lost. I was broken open.
"The negotiations in Asia went well," Daemon continued, sipping his wine calmly. "It is all about timing. And absolute trust."
"Like the trust between us," Declan said. "Trust that she will keep desperately asking for more punishment."
My body shook violently on the very edge of a shattering climax. It was a terrifying, all-consuming feeling. It was going to strip me completely bare.
"Count your orgasms, pet," Aeron commanded, his voice low and firm. "Loud and clear. We want to hear every one."
I gasped, tears streaming down my face. The needles prickled savagely. The current surged. The ropes held me wide and helpless.
I was shuddering, convulsing. I was utterly undone. And still, I wanted more.
The needles continued their relentless pulse. Every spark felt like a tiny, burning claw digging deeper into my breasts.
I was trapped immovably in the spreader bar, my limbs stretched to the absolute breaking point.
Daemon set his wine glass on the marble table with a decisive clink. The sound was sharp and cold.
"The merger with Sterling is delicate," Daemon said. He looked directly at me with chilling, dead eyes. "They want a controlled transition. They demand discipline in every phase."
He stepped closer to the suspended arch of my body.
"New rule, pet," he whispered, his voice dangerously low. "We are restricting your output. You are not allowed to finish whenever your body demands. You will hold every wave, every climax, until I tap my glass. If you spill over without my signal, Declan will immediately double the voltage on the needles."
I whimpered weakly behind the gag. My core was already erupting into painful spasms.
The vibrating plug was screaming inside me. The needles were dancing with fire in my flesh.
The shocks intensified further. My hips bucked violently against the leather straps.
"The acquisition will be finalized on Monday morning," Daemon continued, completely ignoring my frantic struggle. "Our partners expect absolute perfection."
Suddenly, a massive, unstoppable wave of heat hit my clitoris. My entire body went rigid. I was falling. I was shattering.
Ting.
Daemon tapped the glass once.
I exploded violently. My muscles locked so hard my bones creaked in protest. I gasped harshly into the silicone ring.
A long, guttural, vibrating moan broke past the gag.
"Count it," Aeron growled, demanding the proof.
"Mmm-one!" I choked out. The sound was raw and distorted by the gag and the crying.
"One," Declan repeated, confirming the event. He checked the dial on the needle box, a warning. "She’s responsive. But the Sterling deal requires far more endurance than this."
Daemon reached out quickly. He pinched my nose completely shut.
"The market demands total breath control," he said, his voice flat.
I could only breathe through the tiny hole of the gag. The air was thin, insufficient.
My chest was heaving uncontrollably. My ribs were flaring sharply in the suspended arch.
The sudden lack of oxygen made the already intense pleasure turn dark and frantic. It made the shocks feel like sharp, stabbing blades.
"Another wave is coming, and it's a big one," Aeron noted, clinically. He watched my thighs shake violently in the spreader bar.
The needles sent a long, steady current through my nipples. My back arched so high, so violently, that I hit the metal rod with a loud thud.
"Hold it," Daemon commanded, his voice a block of ice. He watched the clock on the wall, timing my agony.
I was drowning, suffocating in the pressure. My vision was blurring. My fingers were clawing uselessly at the air. I needed to pop. I needed to break.
"Wait for the market signal," Daemon said, absolutely calm.
Ting.
I erupted again. It was more violent, more shattering than the first. My stomach turned into knots of pure fire.
"Mmm-two!" I sobbed, the counting a final act of submission.
Chapter 14
"Good girl," Daemon said. He released my nose. I sucked in air like a dying woman.
"The projections for Q4 look even better now," he observed, concluding his business talk with detached efficiency.
He kissed me gently as a reward. The softness of the kiss felt strange, almost foreign, especially compared to the brutal decisions he made regarding every other aspect of my existence.
Yet, it somehow always sent a powerful flutter of butterflies deep inside my belly, and my womb suddenly warmed, feeling intensely fertile, like it was ovulating.
That was the crucial moment I always knew I loved Daemon above the other triplets.
