Twisted - Tangled Limbs Sequel (Shannon Leto Fanfiction)

Chapter 27

(Trigger Warnings:  Language and Sexual Content.)

(Missi's POV)

I'd been kneeling for a long time and my legs were cramped. I stretched out and leaned against the side of the bed. I was half dozing when I felt something glide over my neck and I quivered.

'Stand up.' Shannon said taking my hand and helping me up.

'Yes master.'

He placed the blindfold over my eyes and he hastily removed my teddy. I shuddered as I felt the same tickling sensation over my stomach and breasts. I tensed when something sharp touched my thigh. I knew from the sensation as it continued upward that it was a pinwheel. When it reached my ass cheek the pressure increased. He caressed my ass before slapping one side lightly with his hand. I felt his breath on the back of my neck as his arm slid across my chest to anchor me. I hadn't anticipated how hard the next blow would be. He thrust his finger into me from behind and I shrieked.

'No noise.' He whispered in my ear and bit the lobe.

'Yes master.' I said scrunching my face up to keep quiet.

'That's my girl.' He said tightening his hold on me.

I stood there reeling from the impact after another hard smack was delivered. He bit the back of my neck and sighed as his finger plunged into me again.

'Ah yeah, now we're getting somewhere.' He said sliding his finger in and out of the wetness.

'Lay down.' He said as he backed me up to the edge of the bed.

'Yes master.' I replied as I sat down and laid back.

I heard the whip tapping skin, but it wasn't mine. That's when I realized he'd been tickling me with the strands of the whip and my senses heightened. I wanted to squirm but knew I couldn't.

'Spread your legs.' He said as the whip's strands dangled close to my pussy.

'Yes master.' I replied and did as he asked.

He ran the stands over my creases and I had to bite my lip to remain still.

'It's glistening down here princess.' He gloated.

'Yes master.' I said.

'I want these strands good and wet, so they sting.' He said dragging them through my folds and up over my clit repeatedly.

'Yes master.' I groaned.

I was surprised at my welcome response to him being the master, as well as my urgent desire to scream 'fuck me'.

'The handle should be wet too.' He said rubbing the hard surface back and forth over my opening and edging it slightly in.

An impatient sigh escaped me, and it was noticed.

'What's the matter princess?' He taunted.

I struggled for something to say besides an outright 'fuck me.'

'Please master.' I moaned.

'Please what?'

'Please continue.' I said in a strained voice.

'Are you getting a little impatient?' He asked.

'Yes master.'

'Let's see what we can do about that. Open your mouth. I want you to hold something for me.'

I opened my mouth and he placed something hard across my lips.

'Bite down.' He said.

I tasted myself when I bit down and knew it was the whip handle. The sensation of the strands dangling on my shoulder made me quiver. He was torturing the hell out of me and I was loving and hating it all at the same time. Now I knew how the game was supposed to be played and wanted more.