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)
His weight no longer pins me to the mattress, but I’m limp, my mind still sapped by primal chemicals elicited by fear and lust. Adrenaline and oxytocin mingle in a potent cocktail, and I can’t gather my wits.
I barely manage to stir by the time he retrieves the tools for my torment from beneath the bed.
My eyes widen when I see the gag in his hand. Earlier, I’d thought it was nothing more than a sexy threat.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I challenge, but it comes out as a breathy whisper.
I try to scramble away. I’m almost on my feet when he launches his bigger body across the bed. His arm loops around my waist, and he drags me back to him. I kick out at nothing and shriek my defiance. He pushes me onto my front, and his weight traps me again. His hand pins my nape, forcing my cheek into the pillow.
“I will do whatever I want,” he says, a cool statement of fact. “And you’ll take it for me like a good girl. I won’t hear a word of complaint.”
The gag appears in my line of sight, hovering near my face. I try to turn so that I can snap my teeth at his fingers, but his grip on my neck immobilizes me.
“No biting, pet.”
The red ball presses against my lips. I grit my teeth together and growl in staunch refusal.
His hand leaves my nape, but before I can twist away, his fingers lock around my jaw, applying steady pressure.
My mouth opens despite my stubborn defiance, and I taste rubber on my tongue as it slides so deep that I almost gag.
He buckles the leather straps tightly at the back of my head, and I struggle to draw in deep breaths through my nose to calm my mounting panic.
When I’m thoroughly silenced, his hand returns to my nape, gentler this time. He stares down at me with raw hunger tightening his square jaw. His other hand traces the shape of my lips where they’re forced apart around the gag. My sensitive nerves tingle and dance beneath his reverent touch.
I still beneath him, and my eyes roll back as euphoria soars through me once again. The sense of complete helplessness is the greatest release I’ve ever known. I can’t fight him. I don’t have to pretend to be stubbornly independent.
I’m his, and there’s nothing I can do but accept him as my master.
“Isn’t that better?” he asks, as though his cruelty is a mercy. “My pet is so calm and sweet now.”
I give a halfhearted jerk beneath him, and he shushes me gently.
“You don’t need your pride.” His low, accented voice is deeply alluring, drawing me into temptation. “You only need me. Submit.”
A shuddering sigh convulses my chest, and he kisses the cathartic tear that rolls down my cheek.
His weight lifts off me, and I whine at the loss.
His arrogant chuckle rumbles over my skin like a caress, drawing a shiver from me. He grasps my shoulders and pulls me upright, so that I’m on my knees in the center of the bed.
I want to turn to face him, but I’m meekly compliant and don’t try to defy him again. I’m bound by his will: his control chains my mind, and my body is now his to use however he wants.
Rope wraps around my wrists, and my elbows are forced to bend with my arms behind my back. I give the restraint a gentle tug, testing it. I relax further when it holds firm without biting into my skin.
My master might give me pain, but he will never cause me harm.
The rope winds around my chest, looping beneath my breasts. He weaves it around me in a complicated pattern that my mind is too hazy to follow. There’s only the delicious tension of the hemp and his long fingers brushing over my sensitized skin as he slowly binds me. It’s a sensual act, and my body flushes with carnal heat. Arousal drips down my thighs, and my swollen labia ache with every heavy beat of my heart.
He ties off his work at my back, and then he fists the complex web behind my shoulders. The rope draws tight around my chest, stimulating my trapped breasts until they throb in time with my core.
He reaches around me and tweaks my nipples, and my shocked cry of ecstatic pain is muffled by the gag. He toys with me, pinching and rolling the tight peaks between his deft fingers until I’m writhing in his ropes.
I try to plead for mercy, but I can only moan and whimper around the gag. His mocking laugh rumbles into me, stimulating my pussy like a vibrator pushed deep inside me.
“Are you going to come while I torture your pretty nipples?” he asks, giving them a particularly vicious twist.