Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to punish you. I want you to purr for me.” I knead the back of her neck until her eyes half close. I spent most of my life in the rings punishing people. Hurting them. I want something different with her. “I like it when you relax and go limp on me.”
“Is that why you wear me like a weighted blanket every night?”
I trail my fingers down her spine and cup her bottom. I could tell her that I’ve never liked it when people touched me, but I crave the feel of her draped over me. I could tell her that she’s the only one I’ve wanted this way.
But I don’t. I don’t dare allow her that power over me.
She has power over me all the same.
“There are other ways to punish you.” I edge my fingers toward her pussy.
She jerks her hips away, but I hold her fast. “No,” she whines, dropping her forehead on my chest as she whines. “Too many.”
“But I need another taste,” I whisper in her ear. I’m already hard again under her. I don’t want to come, I just want to kiss her pretty pussy while my balls ache. “Please.”
“Oh no…”
But she doesn’t have a choice. I pull her up so she’s sitting on my face and hold her there no matter how much she squirms. She’s beautiful like this, her lithe body above me, her nipples like ripe berries. Her hair is falling around her face, her eyes are wild, and her sex is dripping nectar into my mouth.
She sighs, but after a minute, she’s pressing herself into my mouth. I fuck her with my tongue as she grips my hair, grinding desperately against me.
I’m training her to crave me. Every night, I send her to the bedroom to prepare for me. I give her instructions. She’s to shower, shave, and wait for me naked, kneeling on the bed.
She never obeys. She always pushes it. One night, she’ll be in a schoolgirl outfit. Next, a hot pink push-up bra and thong that matches the ropes I wind around her.
My dick swells as soon as I walk in the room and smell the candles she’s always burning. My mouth waters as soon as I get a hit of her scent. I can’t remember what it was like to not want anyone to touch my dick. I want her hands and mouth on me all the time, and she’s all too willing to oblige.
She always wears a full face of makeup, so much so that it’s almost clownish. I make it my personal mission to destroy it. My favorite is when she brushes glitter on her cheeks. I make her lick me until there’s glitter all over my fucking balls. It’s obscene what I do to her.
But she loves it. She loves to act like a brat, but she craves being my little slut.
“This is how you kneel for me,” I instruct her during a session with a crop.
“And this is how you crawl for me.” She crawls so prettily, I reward her with a warming oil on her pussy. And then she sasses me, so I punish her with peppermint oil.
I keep imagining her in my collar. My skin tingles, imagining me laying her down and finally fucking her.
I fantasize about claiming her. Dragging her down to the Abyss, saying our vows, and sealing them with blood. Marriage vows are nothing compared to that claiming ritual.
What would it be like for her to truly be mine?
“I’m taking you to Club Empire,” I finally tell her.
Her eyes light up.
“All of my brothers will be there. Them and their chosen ones. The elitas.” I know her friend told her about the elitas. I know she’s fascinated. That might be why she’s played the part of being my perfect toy—to learn more about the ritual.
And she’s good. She’s almost got me fooled into forgetting she wants to destroy me.
If I’m not careful, I’ll let her under my skin, more than she already is.
Bella
* * *
Tonight’s the night. Kaiser binds me with a rope that creates an elaborate harness around my torso. He’s taking me to Pandemonium.
“You will be on your best behavior. Or we’ll come straight home.”
“And you’ll punish me?”
“I’ll read you a book and put you to bed. In a chastity belt.” It’s a good threat, and he knows it. He’s smirking as he makes the final knots in the harness.
I love this sort of rope work, the feeling of being held snug. I love that he took the time to learn how to do it. I can’t get out of it on my own, but he seems to know just where to tug to have it all unravel.
I’m wet by the time he stands and tests the knots. I stare up at him, desperate. He runs his thumb over my lower lip, studying me like he wants to kiss me. He won’t. He respects the rules.