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)
My entire body reacts from the pain that’s intense enough to steal my breath. My cock only throbs harder as Mads rolls over on her side, her hand sawing against her clit as she fucks herself.
I land another strike. And another. I feel blood pouring in rivulets down my back that’s on fire now, soaking into the top of my pants and dripping on my polished wood floor. I only continue with another ruthless strike. The next sends me to my knees, mouth dropped open in eye-popping pain. My cock strains harder still.
On the screen, Madison’s face twists in longing. She’s almost there. Her pleasure is a moment away. She yearns for it. The release would be so sweet, the endorphin rush a reward for all she’s been through for the last few days. I’ve demonstrated to her just how good her body can feel if she works at it.
I hesitate, my whip paused, the wicked ends dripping with my blood onto the floor, waiting to see her choice.
Will she take what most humans in this world do? Will she grasp for the immediate pleasure?
Or will she obey?
I breathe hard, my own chest bellowing up and down, on the edge of a pin as, at the very last moment, she yanks her hand away in denied pleasure, twisting in the sheets and screaming into the pillow.
My hand flicks for one last lash.
Right as it lands, without once touching myself, my cock explodes with cum, milking itself in pleasure at her obedience as pain spasms through my back. “I am in control!” I shout, and fall to my knees, whip dropping from my hands.
SIXTEEN
BROOKE
Without light, it’s difficult to tell what time it is, but I think I’ve begun to tell a rhythm to the days because Domhnall comes down and feeds me by hand three times a day now in addition to doing one of his scenes.
After yesterday’s frustrating experience, I’m not sure what mood I’ll find him in today. He should be happy. I passed his infuriating little test.
He thinks he can control me without even being here? He thinks his words have enough power to make me do things just because his instructions are in my head, like some religion? Like God?
Just a few more days.
Or sooner, even. Because I thought of something else last night while my pussy was throbbing with the anguish of getting so riled up only to be denied at the last moment.
I don’t have to wait for his timeline, if he’s even telling me the truth about going to the club and it’s not just another game. Either way, a good chess player prepares multiple paths to victory because you never know what your opponent might be planning to throw at you. And after yesterday, I don’t know if I can trust myself to stay here much longer.
As much as I want to think I’m the better strategist… the truth is… I can feel Domhn overwhelming me. The craving hasn’t stopped. Every time he touches me, in fact, I think I’m getting more addicted and falling deeper into the warm, dark abyss of his sensual world.
But right now, without him here, my mind is clear. There aren’t any ghosts hovering. Maybe I should start to count that as a good thing. Maybe if my past was so bad… maybe I forgot for a reason.
I just have to play my part today and take every chance I can. I can’t be picky, and I’ll have to be brave. Braver even than when I woke up at the hospital and felt the panic of not recognizing anyone or anything around me. They had to sedate me that first night when I woke up and there were only night shift nurses there, I threw such a fit.
I kept asking for my family. I didn’t know anything—I can’t tell you how disturbing it is not to know your own name—so I just kept asking for my family. Family should always be there for you. Family was on TV. Where was mine?
No one had come for me, they said, and I fucking lost it. I screamed that they were lying. That they’d kidnapped me.
I kicked the nurses and ran out of my hospital room. I barely made it to the large, antiseptic hallway with several other nurses looking curiously in my direction before a needle sank in my ass and everything went black.
The next morning, I was in restraints when I woke back up and doctors calmly explained what had happened. They took me outside in a wheelchair to prove I hadn’t been kidnapped and brought in the police to talk to me.
The police!
I’ll be brave again and go straight to the police when I get out of here. 911. The nice officers told me all I had to do was call that number and they’d come in their big cars and flashing lights. The nurses put a phone by my bedside, so I’d feel comfortable.