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)
He finally breaks our intense connection when he focuses on my wrists. I’m limp and trembling as he stretches my arms toward the bedposts and secures them there with waiting leather cuffs. They’re attached to the study mahogany frame with short chains, tucked neatly out of sight behind the mattress until he’s ready to use them on me.
Once my wrists are bound, he makes quick work of shackling my ankles to the lower bedposts. Before I can fully catch my breath again, I’m spread out before him like an offering, completely helpless to resist anything he wants to do to me.
“You have such lovely breasts, pet,” he says, his voice slow and deep, as though he’s slightly intoxicated. “I want to know how sensitive those tight little nipples are. I’m going to learn every single one of your body’s secrets. I own you.”
I lick my lips, my own hunger for my dark god consuming me. “Yes, Master. I’m yours.”
His nostrils flare like a predator catching his prey’s scent, but he already has me snared. There’s nowhere to run, no hope of evading him.
And I don’t want to. Even though delicious fear is snaking down my spine, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. It coils low in my belly, and tension gathers at my core.
I just orgasmed, but I’m already desperate for more. I want him to utterly devastate me.
He takes another deliciously tense moment to drink in the sight of my bound, helpless body before he goes to his nightstand. I crane my head to see what he’s retrieving from the drawer, and something silvery glints in his hand. He mostly hides whatever it is in his fist and settles his body over mine again.
I sigh and relax under his weight, loving the feeling of being trapped by his strength.
His lips caress mine, a slow, indulgent kiss. I match his intensity, worshipping his perfect mouth. I trace the shape of his pillowy lips with my tongue, memorizing the feel of him. His scent enfolds me—slightly salt-kissed and uniquely Dane in the absence of his expensive cologne.
I tip my head back and invite him to kiss me more deeply, to consume me.
He palms my breast, and I gasp into his mouth as pleasure crackles in a sparkling line from my nipple directly to my clit. He hums his satisfaction at my response and tweaks the hard bud. A small flare of pain sharpens my pleasure, and my inner muscles clench.
He toys with me, pinching and tugging at my nipples until the pain and pleasure are inextricable. One can’t exist without the other. I whimper and writhe, but I can’t evade his onslaught.
I cry out at a particularly sharp pinch, but he doesn’t release the tension. He keeps my sensitive nipples trapped in a cruel vise.
He pulls back slightly and cups my breasts, massaging gently. But the pressure on my tormented buds doesn’t ease.
I glance down and find that small silver clamps are biting into my nipples while he tenderly strokes my breasts. The dichotomy of his gentle fingers with the cruel pinch fogs my brain. I can’t process the dueling sensations; all I can do is endure his carnal game.
I release a shuddering sigh and fully submit, my attention harnessed by him. All thoughts float away, and there’s only his control. I’ll do anything to please him, suffer any erotic torment for him.
His triumphant grin is wickedly sharp, and I tremble in his shadow.
There’s a slight tug, and the clamps tighten on my aching nipples. I gasp and arch my back to alleviate the pressure, but it’s no use. The clamps are connected by a delicate silver chain, and he has it looped around his forefinger.
He’s harnessed one of the most sensitive areas of my body with no more than a crook of his finger. His mocking smile tells me it’s no effort at all to subdue me, to render me utterly helpless and desperate for him.
“What about your pretty little clit?” he taunts. I release a shocked cry when he taps the hard bundle of nerves. “Is it aching too?”
“Please…” I don’t know if I’m begging for release or for more erotic torment.
But of course, there’s more. This is Dane: my cruel master. My gorgeous, dark god.
A third clamp is attached to the chain.
“No!” I gasp, my eyes flying wide when I realize his intention. “I can’t.”
His emerald eyes blaze, burning into me. “You can, and you will. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it.”
“It’s too much,” I whimper. “Please.”
“You seem to be harboring the mistaken notion that I’m a merciful master. Your pretty pleas won’t move me, Abigail. I’m greedy for them, and I’m selfish enough to wring more desperate tears from your lovely eyes before I finally use your body for my pleasure. This is what it means to be mine: absolute submission. Now, take your pain like a good little pet, and scream my name when you come.”