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)
Before I can reach my peak, he withdraws with a cruel chuckle.
“You’re going to have to suffer for a while longer before I allow you to come,” he warns. “You’re going to beg for your orgasms, and then you’ll have so many that you beg me to relent. I’ll make you come again just because I like the way you whimper my name when you’re a needy, desperate mess for me.”
“Dane…”
He nips my shoulder in reprimand. “Master.”
“Master.” I relax into his possessive embrace, fully surrendering to our twisted connection, our perfect bond.
His gaze remains fixed on mine in our reflection. “Yes, pet? Did you want to ask for something?”
I lick my lips. “I’m ready to fly. I want to. Please.”
After all the emotional turmoil of the last several days, I want to float just like he promised. I want him to make all of my thoughts and worries disappear, until I’m lost in him, and nothing else exists.
He kisses the sensitive spot just below my ear, and pleasure zings down my spine.
“How can I deny you anything?” He shoots me a wicked grin. “I’m completely in your power, my queen.”
The declaration of my power over him when I’m stripped bare and bound should be laughable, but nothing has ever felt more right. He looks at me with open awe, as though I’m the most stunning thing he’s ever seen. As though I’m the center of his universe.
I bask in his admiration, drinking in his rapt attention until I’m intoxicated by it. The rush goes straight to my head, and my thoughts begin to drift away. There’s only him.
Dane. My Master.
“I’m going to tie your wrists behind you now,” he says, his final warning before he claims my freedom of movement.
I place my hands at the small of my back in silent offering, a clear demonstration of my eagerness for his wicked games.
He nuzzles my hair. “Good girl.”
Rope wraps around my wrists, binding them together and drawing them upward so that my elbows bend. It’s not an uncomfortable position; if anything, I feel secure. Safe.
He ties my wrists to the harness he wove around my chest, creating a column of support along my upper spine. Then he loops the length through the metal ring above me and pulls.
The cage around my body shifts, drawing tighter to support my weight. I’m standing on my own two feet, but if I chose to lift my legs, I would settle deeper into the harness and be suspended from the ring.
That’s exactly what he has planned for me. He retrieves a second coil of rope, and this time, the snap when it hits the mat elicits an answering flutter between my legs. It wraps around my thigh in a loving caress, rough fibers teasing my tender flesh before drawing tight with his cruel knot.
He applies steady pressure, forcing my knee to bend and lift as he pulls the end of the rope through the ring above me. My toes leave the mat, leaving me balanced on one leg. He secures the tie on my thigh to the harness around my hip, forcing my knee to the side.
I can see my exposed pussy clearly in the mirror. It glistens with wanton arousal, and my labia are swollen with desire. His fingertips tease along the line of the rope that frames my sex, and sparks dance over my sensitive flesh. I gasp and try to lean into his hand, but I wobble and almost lose my tenuous balance.
He withdraws with an arrogant laugh, reveling in my predicament. The mocking sound wraps around me like a caress, and my head tips back on a low moan.
My entire body is thrumming for him, and he only stokes my maddening lust with teasing brushes of his masterful hands as he continues to suspend my helpless body.
He ties my opposite thigh, and when he applies upward pressure this time, my final support is taken from me. I can no longer balance on my own, and the rope cage bites into my tender flesh as it supports my full weight. I cry out at the rush of sweet pain, and it sends me flying high.
Just as he promised, I’m floating, caressed and supported by his cruelly erotic ropes.
Wet desire drips down my thighs, but I’m too far gone to feel so much as a flicker of embarrassment over my overt arousal. My body aches for him, and I fix him in a pleading stare.
“I need to come, Master,” I pant. “Mercy, please.”
“So desperate already, are we?” he taunts.
I nod frantically.
My demonic prince smirks at me, relishing my torment. “You don’t know the meaning of desperation yet. I’ll teach you.”
He’s holding a wand vibrator, and it buzzes to life in his big hand. I try to shift my hips toward it, but all I manage to do is inflict fresh pain as the rope harness shifts and bites into my flesh with bruising force.