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)
The clamp bites down on my clit, and stars burst across my vision. The pain is white-hot sheet lighting that flashes through my entire body, illuminating every inch of me with sizzling heat. Then he tugs the chain once, and ruthless pleasure wracks my tormented nipples at the same time.
My back bows in an effort to alleviate the pressure, but he’s every bit as merciless as he promised. Two thick fingers slide through my wet folds, and he crooks them against that sensitive spot inside me.
“Dane!” His name is a rough, guttural cry that’s barely human.
Ecstasy rips through my body with devastating force, and I’m flying. The world is bright white, and I’m purified by pain. Sparks dance over every inch of my sensitized skin as waves of pleasure roll through me.
Just as I’m starting to float in euphoria, he removes the clamps, and fresh pain assails me as blood rushes back to the abused buds. His thumb tenderly rubs my clit, and his tongue soothes the sting on my nipples. I melt away, until the only way I know I still exist is because he’s touching me.
My entire body shudders as ruthless aftershocks ripple through me in cruel lightning strikes.
“Dane, Dane, Dane…” I’m murmuring his name over and over again, my own private litany.
He kisses my cheeks, and then I taste the salt of my tears when he claims my lips in a tender kiss.
“Good girl.” His praise reaches deep inside my chest, wrapping my heart in gentle warmth. “Such a good pet.”
Supple leather encircles my throat, and the soft snick of my collar locking in place calms me like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m safe. Owned. Cherished.
I’m still floating in darkness, but I’m dimly aware of the sound of a condom wrapper ripping open. I force my eyes to open, blinking hard so that I can see my gorgeous master.
He looms over me, and he makes quick work of freeing my wrists and ankles.
“Hold onto me,” he commands, and I cling to him.
I can’t get close enough. I need him inside me, need our bodies entwined in the most intimate way possible.
He braces one arm beside me, and his free hand comes up between us so that he can loop his forefinger through the ring at the front of my collar. With no more than the slightest tug, he pulls me toward him for a deep, desperate kiss.
His hard cock presses into me, and my body yields to him as though I was made for him. My pussy stretches to accommodate his thick length, and he slowly fills me up until I’m hovering just on the edge of pain. It only sharpens my desire for him.
I boldly wrap my legs around his hips and press my heels into his sculpted ass, drawing him deeper. He enters me fully in one final, harsh thrust, and I cry out into his mouth.
His tongue strokes mine, encouraging me to relax and accept him. I marvel as my body softens further, and all pain dissipates. I’m almost unbearably full, but we fit perfectly.
“I knew you would be like this,” he murmurs against my neck, dropping soft kisses on my sensitive skin. “So wet and tight. So perfect for me. My Abigail.”
My inner muscles contract in a pulse of pure bliss, and he bites down on my shoulder with an animal growl. I tip my head to the side, welcoming him to ravage me, to mark me while he lays claim to everything that I am.
He starts to move inside me, careful, shallow thrusts at first. Then taking me with greater urgency as our mutual lust rises. My low moans seem to spur him on, and his teeth sink into my shoulder again as he thrusts harder, deeper. I lift my hips to meet him, urging him to take and take and take, until there’s nothing left of me that doesn’t belong to him.
“Yours,” I pant. “I’m yours.”
He tilts his hips, and his cockhead drags over the sensitive spot inside me. My fingernails score his back, and I release a sharp cry at the shock of pleasure.
“Mine,” he snarls, slamming into me and stimulating the spot over and over again.
Pleasure builds like an unbearable pressure between my legs, and my inner muscles coil tighter and tighter with each ruthless thrust.
“Come for me, Abigail,” he commands in a guttural growl. “Now.”
My back arches on a scream, and I surrender to the tidal wave of ecstasy. My core contracts around him, and his roar mingles with my own blissful cry as we find our peak together. His cock pumps inside me, and a soul-deep satisfaction that I’ve never known before settles in my heart.
This strong, cruel, beautiful man has come undone for me. All for me.
“My Master,” I sigh between languorous kisses. “Mine.”
25
DANE
“It’s time to wake up, my sleeping beauty.” I brush a stray lock of dark, silken hair back from her cheek. “We need to get ready soon.”