Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Please,” I whisper. “I’ll be good. You don’t have to do this.”
The humiliation of my predicament is almost too much to bear, and he revels in my complete subjugation.
“But I want to do this to you,” he counters calmly. “I already warned you: I always get what I want. I know you’ll be good for me. You’ll be much better behaved now.”
He’s not finished with my torment. He has a seemingly endless supply of cruel implements waiting to subdue me. I never should’ve gone into the kitchen and allowed him time to plan all of this.
But it’s too late for regrets now. I’m trapped and thoroughly humbled.
An animal whimper eases from my chest when he holds up a black, egg-shaped vibrator on a thin silicone loop. His wicked grin cuts into me, and he presses a button on the small remote in his other hand. The egg buzzes to life, vibrating in an irregular pattern that I already feel in my aching pussy.
“Don’t…” I choke on the plea, even as I know it’s useless.
The power he holds over me makes my insides quake, but I’m molten for him.
There’s nothing I can do to stop him as he slowly presses the egg into my tight channel. My slick desire makes it slide into my swollen folds with embarrassing ease. It settles deep inside me, and the vibration is echoed by the unyielding hook that penetrates my ass.
A soft sob convulses my chest at the cruel hit of ecstasy.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Weep for me. You’re so pretty when you cry.”
The vibrator stimulates my g-spot directly, and my entire body tenses as my orgasm builds like an oncoming tidal wave.
Then it stops, and I cry out at the denial.
Dane’s dark green eyes glint with a cold, cruel light as he considers me like I’m a particularly intriguing new toy.
“No orgasms for you just yet,” he chides. “You teased me in the park, remember? If you don’t have any self-control, I’ll have to control your impulses for you.”
“I’m sorry,” I babble. “I didn’t mean to. I just wanted you so badly. Please, Dane. Please. Master,” I correct myself when his expression darkens. “Mercy.”
He cocks his head at me. “And what sort of mercy do you want, little dove? Do you want me to release you? Or do you want to come?”
I squirm in my restraints, at a loss. My entire body throbs with the painful need to orgasm, but my pride is on the verge of shattering entirely if I remain in this predicament much longer.
His smirk is downright demonic: a prince of hell reveling in tormenting his damned captive. “That’s what I thought.”
He presses a button on the small remote again, and the egg vibrates gently inside me, enough to keep me on edge but not push me to completion.
“No…” I moan.
He doesn’t deign to reply this time. He doesn’t have to. My refusal means nothing, and I have no hope of denying him.
In the back of my mind, I know I could stop this with a single safe word, but I’m just as deeply lost in this dark game as he is.
He slips the remote into his pocket so that he can slowly free the knots that secure my wrists and ankles. As the tension releases, he tenderly rubs my arms and legs, chasing away the pins and needles that were beginning to prickle at my flesh. He’ll never damage his precious pet.
The thought doesn’t stir so much as a shadow of resentment. I crave this cruel caretaking. I want to be his: degraded and adored, defiled and cherished.
Once he’s satisfied that my blood flow to my fingers and toes hasn’t been restricted for too long, he picks up the loose length of rope that’s tied to the end of the hook. The smooth metal rod shifts inside me ever so slightly as he tugs at the back of my collar and loops the rope beneath it. I can’t do more than quiver and pant, my fingers clawing at the carpet.
Then he tugs on the rope, and my strangled shout echoes through the bedroom. The hook presses deeper into my ass, and my collar pulls tight against the front of my throat at the same time, restricting my airflow. The sense of utter helplessness is crushing, and something deep inside me yields.
I’m a being of pure, primal sensation. My master has taken control of my body, and my soul sings for him. This is exactly where I want to be: on his perverted leash, at his feet.
I’m his, and being utterly owned by him is the sweetest bliss I’ve ever known.
Nothing bad can touch me when I’m with my dark god. No one can hurt me.
No one but him.
And I will welcome any pain he deigns to inflict. Each touch is a cruel blessing, a carnal indulgence.