Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I'm crying.
Why the fuck am I crying?
I press my palms against my eyes. Force myself to breathe. He's been dead for fourteen years, Scarletta. Fourteen fucking years. Get a goddamned grip!
I need to get over this. I need to—
Stop.
I drop my hands. Wipe my face with the back of my wrist.
There's a present next to the plate.
Small. Wrapped in matte black paper with a silver ribbon.
Ring-sized.
My stomach flips.
No. No way.
I pick it up with shaking hands.
My mind is spinning. The masked man. The sex. The blackouts. The syringe. He drugged me and now there's a fucking present on my counter and I don't know if I'm supposed to be terrified or—
I yank the ribbon off. The box opens with a soft creak. Not a ring.
An SD card. Black. Tiny.
And a folded piece of paper underneath it.
I unfold the note with numb fingers.
Three words in dark handwriting:
You earned it.
The SD card slides into my laptop with a quiet click.
I'm kneeling inside the tent. Fairy lights glowing above me. My hands won't stop shaking.
The folder opens automatically.
Twenty-seven video files.
I double-click the first one.
The footage starts. My apartment. Two days ago. I'm sitting on the floor. Wearing Daddy's hoodie. Hair in a messy bun. Writing. The timestamp says December 23rd, 4:47 PM.
The angle is from above. Hidden camera. He was watching me before the auction invitation even came.
I should close the laptop. I should throw the SD card in the trash and call the police and—
I keep watching.
The footage jumps forward. Time-lapse. Me reading the eviction notice. Me staring at the auction invitation.
He recorded all of it.
I click through all the videos. The limo, the preparation suite. The attendants washing me. Their hands on my body.
I'm holding my breath.
The auction. Me standing naked on the stage while men bid on me.
The cabin. The exam table. His hands. His mouth. His cock. Me coming so hard I blacked out.
I should stop.
But I don't.
The footage continues.
I click the fourteenth file.
The timestamp says December 24th, 11:32 PM. Six hours after I blacked out the first time. The basement dungeon—if dungeons have floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook a perfect winter woods. Different angle. Wide shot capturing the entire space.
I'm bent over a padded bench. Wrists cuffed to the legs. Ankles spread and locked to a bar.
He's behind me. Naked except for the mask. His hard cock hovering and bouncing in the air as his hand comes down hard across my ass.
CRACK.
The sound makes me flinch even through the laptop speakers.
My body on screen arches. My mouth opens. But I don't scream.
I moan.
He spanks me again. And again. Rhythmic. Precise. My ass turning pink, then red.
Now that I'm watching this, I can feel those handprints.
He pauses. Runs his hand over the heated skin. Then reaches between my legs.
I watch myself grind back against his fingers.
No. No, I wouldn't—
But I am.
I'm watching myself do it.
He pulls his hand away. Brings it down again. Harder this time.
I come.
Right there. Just from the spanking. My whole body shaking against the bench, thighs trembling.
I fast forward… I'm on my back now. On that same exam table. But my legs aren't in stirrups. They're pulled up over my head. Ankles cuffed together above me. Completely exposed.
He's fucking me. Hard. One hand gripping my thigh, the other working a vibrator against my clit.
I'm screaming.
Not in pain.
In pleasure.
My voice is wrecked. Desperate. Begging. "Please please please don't stop don't stop—"
He doesn't stop.
I black out on camera. My body goes limp.
He pulls out. Sets the vibrator aside. Releases each restraint, calm, methodical. Then he lifts me and carries me over to the couch. His sits, me in his lap, and kisses my head, smoothing hair out of my eyes, whispering things I can't hear. But I know he's talking to me, I can see his lips moving.
Thirty seconds later on the timestamp, I wake up. I watch myself blink. Look around. Find his face. And then I reach for him.
I reach for him.
I scramble up, put myself in his lap. Kiss him. Grind against the erection still wet from being inside me.
The video ends, I put in the next one. I'm tied to a St. Andrew's cross. Arms and legs spread wide. He's using a flogger on my breasts. Soft strikes that make my nipples hard. Then he's on his knees. Mouth between my legs. Eating me out while I writhe against the restraints.
I come again. Blackout.
And again. Blackout.
And again. Blackout.
I stop counting after five.
Next video. I'm riding him. Bouncing on his cock like I'm possessed. His hands on my hips, guiding me, but I'm the one setting the pace.
Frantic. Desperate.
I look happy.
My face in the video is flushed. Eyes closed. Mouth open. Lost in it.
I don't look scared.
I look free.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I fast forward. I'm on my stomach. Face down on the bondage table. Ass in the air. He's fucking me from behind while working a dildo into my ass at the same time.