Page 246 of Sincerely, Butterfly

He doesn’t give me time to answer before he swipes two fingers through my pussy lips, scooping up my arousal, and grazing my clit as he does. Holding up his fingers, they glisten under the harsh fluorescent lights.

“Yeah, she is,” Wesley chuckles, stepping in between my legs next to Jasper.

My view of them is cut off when Sylas climbs up onto the chair, straddling my lower stomach. In his hands is a metal chain, and a small bit of fear spikes through me. He drops the chain between the mounds of my breasts before leaning forward. He inspects my left nipple before twisting a tiny dial on the side of the clamp, making it tighten around my bud. I suck in a sharp breath as goosebumps spread across my body. He does the same with the other clamp. Then he takes the chain, connecting one clamp to the other. The chain is just heavy enough to add a pulling sensation that has me aching.

My eyes slam shut, and I begin to pant when Sylas slaps the top of my breast, jostling the clamps.

I try to catch my breath as I watch Wesley come around to the table on my left side, and lifts…is that a knife?Sylas slaps my other tit, grabbing my attention again as Wesley disappears behind him once more. Concern begins to trickle into me, mixing with the liquidheat pooling in my lower stomach, creating a strange anticipation for what’s to come.

I can’t see anything they’re doing. The only view I have is of Sylas’ smug smirk as he watches me. But I can feel the cool metal against my skin, the point digging in ever so slightly—not enough to cut, though—as Wesley drags the knife’s edge along my thigh.

“Do you know how much I wished I knew it was you the night of the ritual? Lying there on that altar, bleeding for us, for our god? If I knew, I’d have taken my time with you.” Wesley lets out a low, guttural groan as I feel a stinging pain slice my inner thigh. I hiss when I feel something hot and wet press against the cut. It moves upward, revealing it to the cool air, and a dull, burning sensation takes over.

“I’d have savored every drop you bled for us...” he hums while slicing my thigh again. There’s another press of the warm wetness like before. Once, twice, then the cut is being suctioned.

My brain is still a little foggy, and I can’t figure out what Wesley’s doing. But as he does it again, I whimper, falling into the feeling of the pain quickly turning into pleasure.

Wesley does it again, and that’s when it hits me. This man is drinking my blood like some kind of vampire. And when I feel his teeth clamp down, biting hard enough to leave marks, I moan like a shameless whore, the pain only heightening the fucked up rush of pleasure that soaks my pussy. I’m so lost in the feeling as he licks me again, and again, then makes another cut and quickly locks his lips around it, sucking hard. The new sensation is completely different, I swear, I almost cum.

“You’re so fucked in the head,” Jasper muses, walking up to the table on my left side. “You should see your cunt right now, dripping like some sadistic slut.”

Turning my head to the side, I lay there, looking up at my masked monster as he surveys the tools in front of him. “This is the way I like you, little toy. Defenseless, at our mercy, and where we can do anything we want with you.” At his words, I feel my juices leak out of my center, dripping down to my asshole.

I watch as Jasper picks up something from the tray. He holds it up, examining it.

It has an oval, bulbous, wooden handle that is coated in lacquer, with a metal rod that protrudes out of one end. At the end of the rod is a teal triangle with rounded corners.

Is that…is that a reflex hammer? What the hell is he going to tap with that?

That’s when Wesley chooses to cut me again. I hiss through the pain, watching as Jasper vanishes behind Sylas. I whine when Wesley doesn’t soothe the ache with his mouth like he’d done before. That’s when I get my answer about the reflex hammer.

Jasper roughly smacks it against my clit, making me cry out and my pussy spasm.

“Eyes on me, Lola Girl,” Sylas demands, tugging on the chain. My eyes snap to his, and my back arches as the pain sends a jolt straight to my clit. Jasper taps my clit again, causing my body to begin trembling.

I gasp from the pain as Wesley cuts me again, still on my thigh, but closer to my pussy that's clenching with the need to be filled. Thankfully, this time, he eases the pain away with his tongue, lapping at the blood and growling as he sucks, but then he’s biting down again, harder than any other time he’s bitten me.

I can’t focus; my head’s a mess, and my body is on fire. So many things are going on at once. The pleasure no longer conceals the pain, causing tears to escape my eyes.

“Please,” I sob. “Please!”

“Please, what, little fuck hole?” Jasper asks as I feel something press inside me.

I moan like a porn star, reveling in the feeling of something, anything, sliding inside me. He doesn’t slide it all the way in, but it still feels amazing at this point.

He slowly pumps half of it in and out of me before bringing it out and rubbing it against my aching clit.

Jasper repeats that combo, over and over again, driving me wild. I’m nothing more than a needy mess as my body coils tighter and tighter, praying for that orgasm that has been denied to me over and over while I’ve been strapped to this chair.

“What’s your answer, fucking slut?” Jasper asks, seeming a little annoyed that I haven’t answered him.

But I can’t speak. I can’t answer his question because I don't know what it is that I want, what I need. For them to fuck me? To make me cum? To use me more? To hurt me, pleasure me, hate me, love me? I want it all.

“You’re making a mess,” Jasper tsks. “Your cunt is leaking all over the place.” He’s right. As he thrusts the hammer inside me, it makes a wet sound, and as he pulls it out, I hear the sound of droplets hitting the floor.

Jasper thrusts the tool all the way in. This time, the rounded triangular point hits my sweet spot, making me scream in pleasure. Jasper continues, and the guys join in on the assault of my body; Wesley with his slicing and sucking, and Sylas with his perfectly timed tugs on my nipples. When they do it all simultaneously, I feel like I’m being electrocuted.

“She’s close,” Sylas announces as I writhe beneath him, struggling against the restraints.