Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
But before I can drink any of the water, Domhnall jerks at my collar. Not hard, but enough to startle me so I spill all the water down the front of my chest.
“Hey!” I spin to look at him over my shoulder.
“Not like that.” His eyes are dark. “You know how you’re supposed to drink it, pet.”
Good god. So fucking ridiculous. But I’m thirsty and the water looks clean. So I lean down and drop my chin into the water, gulping down some water like a fucking pet.
“That’s a very good girl,” Domhnall all but purrs low in his throat. “Are you ready for your treat?”
Oh I fucking bet. “It depends,” I say, again looking up at him over my shoulder, chin dripping. “What do you consider a treat?”
“Your pleasure, my pet. Up on the bed on all fours and I’ll bring you pleasure beyond your body’s comprehension. You know I can.” He lifts a dark eyebrow, but it’s not a smirk. It’s a promise.
Something deep and low in my belly clenches, knowing how well he can deliver on that promise.
But that was different. I didn’t know he was a— a— a woman-kidnapping madman back then. Fuck him, why does he have to be so attractive? And so good at what he did to me earlier?
“Red,” I spit out, knowing it won’t make a difference to him.
But to my shock, he nods, face blank as he steps back. “Safe words are still safe here, except I won’t let you go. And you will be trained. But I won’t touch your body without consent.”
He bends over and presses a whispering kiss right in the air at the top of my head. “Sleep well, little pet. And know that I’m only the monster you and your father made me.”
With that, he walks out of the room.
I stare after him in shock as he covers the keypad with his body before taking the elevator back up.
I’m left terribly, desolately alone. And so fucking confused.
TEN
DOMHNALL
For the first time in… well, it’s better not to examine the last time when… I feel giddy when I wake up.
Knowing my little pet awaits me downstairs.
Immediately, I reach for my phone to check the overnight footage.
I don’t have to fast-forward very far before I hit the play button, my cock stiffening. She’s lying in the center of the bed, collar so pretty, chain coiled beside her on the bed with her legs spread wide.
She’s pleasuring herself wildly.
“Fuck me.” I shoot out of bed, stiff cock banging against my thigh in my loose boxers.
I shoot towards the elevator without bothering to put a shirt on.
When I get to the dungeon, my little pet is curled up like a kitten on the bed, her lovely dark hair splayed out on the pillow.
She’s so fucking beautiful it makes my chest hurt. And my cock pulse harder with even more blood. So much I’m almost light-headed. I want to put my marks on her body. I want to make her pretty, pale flesh blossom pink and then red. I want to pull out the implements they don’t let me use at the club and—
“Someone sure tired themselves out last night,” I say loudly as I stand over her.
She doesn’t startle awake like I expect her to. Instead, she blinks, sleepy, one arm stretching out lazily.
I was wrong. She might be my pet, but she’s no dog.
She’s a slinky, sly little kitty, isn’t she?
I smile when I think of how I had her purring last night. But then I frown, remembering that she’s also a devious, scheming bitch who betrayed me so unforgivably. I should be more disturbed by the fact that she’s already luring me in again in any way.
Finally, she rouses enough to remember where she is and sits up in bed sharply, chain rattling. “You,” she gasps, eyes shooting to where I stand by the doorway.
“Me,” I deadpan, taking a step into the room. “We’ve been a naughty pet, haven’t we, little kitty?”
She blinks. “I don’t know what you—”
“You think I’d leave you down here all alone unattended? I’m always watching.” I point to the camera on the ceiling. There are others around, too, but no need for her to know that yet.
Her eyes widen slightly and then her cheeks go pink. I’m fascinated by how deep her deceptions go; she’s even able to make herself have physiological reactions. Has she found some way of compartmentalizing so deeply that when she’s doing a job that she half believes she’s the character she’s playing?
“I didn’t know you were watching!” She draws the sheet up and over herself to cover her immodest little nightie.
I’m good enough at masking my reactions on a daily basis that I don’t reveal how being near her affects me. For all the stoic face I’m presenting, I can’t help the ridiculous part deep inside me that keeps shouting like an excited little kid every time I’m near her—holy shit, it’s Madison. She’s here. She’s really here!