Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Please…” I writhe in his grip, but there’s nowhere for me to go. “It’s too much… I can’t…”
“You can take it,” he says, a command rather than a reassurance. “I want another orgasm.”
My eyes slide closed on a low moan. Pain flares on my inner thigh when he sinks his teeth into my soft flesh in rebuke.
“Look at me.”
The deep green facets of his glittering eyes are sharp enough to cut into my soul.
“You belong to me, Abigail. Tell me.”
A tear slides down my cheek and wets my lips as I murmur, “I’m yours.”
He bites my thigh again, and I cry out at the shock of pain that layers over the waves of pleasure he’s coaxing from that sensitive spot inside me.
“Master,” he corrects me, his voice dark with warning.
“Master,” I whisper it like a prayer. “I’m yours, Master.”
He releases a savage sound, and he buries his face between my legs like he wants to devour me. My clit stings in sensitized protest after the multiple orgasms, but my master isn’t finished with me.
My core contracts helplessly around his invasive fingers as he plays me like his favorite instrument, drawing pleasure from my overstimulated body until I’m babbling and weeping for mercy.
But he has none.
22
DANE
Mine.
It’s like something out of one of my most feverish fantasies: Abigail is calling me Master while she cries and comes all over my face.
But this is real. Nothing has ever been more real in my life.
Until meeting her, I’d seen the world in cold, clinical terms. I assessed everything at a numb distance, and I was thoroughly in control because I wasn’t hampered by the frivolous emotions that weaken other people.
Now, I feel everything. And I’ve never been more powerful.
These savage emotions Abigail evokes in me are almost debilitating at times, but my control over her makes me stronger than I’ve ever been.
This stunning, talented woman has chosen to give herself to me. She places her full trust in me.
It’s the greatest high I’ve ever known, even though she’s the one screaming out her orgasm right now.
Her pussy gives a weak flutter around my insistent fingers, tempting my own lust to rise to a maddening pitch. My cock is painfully hard, and I’ve been aching to bury myself in her wet heat. Only my control over her has given me the strength to restrain my most primal urges. I won’t rut into her like a beast when having her completely come undone is a far greater pleasure.
I want her on her knees, so that I can see those lovely aquamarine eyes staring up at me with devotion and awe.
Her cunt fully yielded to me three orgasms ago. She’s tight, but her body surrendered to my will.
I lick my lips and taste her delicious arousal, all that wet desire just for me.
It’s her turn now.
I keep one arm braced around her lower back to support her as I rise, then lift my free hand to undo the knot that keeps her wrists bound above her head. She sags against me, her muscles weak and shaking after the long period of erotic torment.
I ease her down, guiding her to her knees. She sways slightly, like she’s drunk on the pleasure I’ve drawn from her lovely body.
I touch two fingers beneath her chin, and her perfect posture immediately straightens her shoulders. Her back arches slightly, putting her modest, pert breasts on display for me. Her pink nipples are pretty little buds, and I wonder how sensitive they are.
That exploration will have to wait for another time. I’ve barely begun to learn the secrets of her body, even if I already know her hidden, dark fantasies from our late-night messages.
Abigail is my perfect match.
And now, she’s all mine.
She walked right into her cage when she signed the contract to be my submissive. There’s no going back now.
I reach into my pocket and retrieve the collar I purchased for her weeks ago. One way or another, this was always going to end up locked around her pretty throat.
But my pet is proving to be sweetly docile. It’s almost a shame she’s not putting up more of a fight.
I blink once so that she can’t see the dark thought in my eyes. She’s staring up at me with that wide, guileless gaze, and I fear she might see straight into me if I don’t keep my new, surging emotions in check.
I want Abigail to feel safe with me. The fact that she’s willingly placing her trust in me makes something throb deep in the center of my chest. It’s almost a painful sensation, but I decide that I like it. I want more of this.
“Lift your hair for me,” I command.
I don’t wait or ask for her permission to collar her. She’s already agreed to this with her signature on the contract. Only a single word can stop what’s happening between us, and I won’t do anything that might push her to use it.