Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
"Yes, Master," I whimper, slipping my hand between my legs and feeling how wet and needy I am.
I'm about to dip a finger inside, but Xavier grabs my wrist and stops me with a dark grin. "No fingers."
"Then how..."
He smirks and pushes his foot between the bars. He's wearing lace-up, black leather boots. "Get on it."
I obey wordlessly, like the mindless toy he's turned me into.
"You'll fuck my boot," he whispers. "Until you cum."
"Yes, Master," I gasp.
I start to move my hips, slowly riding his shoe, and I can't stop moaning as his hands slip underneath my dress and play with my tits.
"Master," I whimper.
"That's it, angel," he whispers. "Polish my boots with your cunt. Get them nice and clean."
I cry out, and my knees go weak, but Xavier holds me up, forcing me to keep riding.
"You can take more," he orders. "Until I say stop."
"Yes, Master," I groan, grinding on his foot until the waves of pleasure take over and I lose track of time, lost in a sea of ecstasy.
Moans rip themselves from my lips, and I keep going.
"Please, can I come?"
"Not yet," he growls, his nails scraping against the skin of my nipple.
"It's too much," I moan. "I can't take it!"
"It's not enough," he laughs. "Edge for me instead. Do not come."
"Yes, Master," I gasp, the waves crashing over me, so hard, so intense. I can feel the orgasm building, and my whole body is tense, ready to snap.
"Don't come," he hisses.
I try, and I fail. I come, screaming his name, and it's like a bomb going off, exploding through me, tearing me apart, sending my brain into orbit.
"For fuck's sake," Xavier hisses, taking his foot away and letting me collapse against the bars. "You didn't listen."
"I'm sorry," I whimper.
"Oh, you will be," he promises.
***
My eyes flutter open. I'm no longer in the dungeons, and the sun is setting.
I sit up and stretch, glancing around. I'm back in my childhood bedroom. I have no idea how they forced me up here, or how I managed to fall asleep. My last memory is drinking some golden milk, then the dream.
The dogs aren't here, and I remember they stayed in the dungeons with Xavier. I run to the door and try the handle. Predictably, it's locked. I let out a scream and bang my fists on the wood, hoping the sound will draw attention.
It does.
The lock clicks, and the door opens. My mother steps inside. She's dressed in a tight red dress, her hair and makeup done perfectly. She smiles at me, a sinister twist of her lips.
"Where's Xavier?"
"In the dungeon, where you left him," she smiles.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, backing away.
"I'm just the messenger," she shrugs. "Don't blame me."
"Then tell me," I snap.
"Xavier has been punished," she says simply. "For what he did to you."
"Punished?" I hiss. "What the hell do you mean, Mom?"
"His eye," she says. "His eye has been removed. As his wife, it will be your duty to take care of him, and his wounds."
"What?" I roar.
"He'll have a glass eye, so you can't see the difference," she adds. "But it's gone. And that's the punishment he was given."
I stare at her, and then, I fly at her.
"You bitch," I snarl, but my mother is a small, lithe woman.
She steps to the side and my momentum carries me into the wall. Pain flares up in my head and my shoulder, and she grabs me, pulling me back.
"You will not disrespect me, Tallulah," she hisses. "Especially not over the man who hurt you."
"He didn't hurt me," I hiss.
"Oh?" She arches an eyebrow.
"He saved me. From this. From you."
"You don't mean that," she says. "He's brainwashed you. He's made you his little sex slave. I will not let that stand."
"I don't give a fuck," I snarl.
"Oh, honey. You should."
"What else are you going to do? Kill him?"
She shrugs, and I realize the answer is yes. "I'm your mother. Your loyalty is to me, not him."
"I'll never choose you," I hiss.
"That's a shame. But you don't have to. The decision has already been made."
She smiles, softly touching my cheek. I grimace and force her palm off me.
"Worse things will happen if you disobey," she says, her smile cruel. "Xavier is the example. And it's working. You're being very well behaved. I'm proud of you, Tallulah."
I turn away. I can't stand to see her face, let alone look her in the eyes.
"I'm glad you're on the right path," she whispers. "If you cooperate, your life can be a very good one."
"It can't be," I spit.
"Oh, why not?" she asks, genuinely curious.
"Because," I growl. "As long as Xavier is suffering, my life is a living hell."
She nods. "Well. Then it's a good thing he's going to die, isn't it?"
I stare at her, horrified.
"Don't worry," she says. "I'm sure Xander will make it quick. I only wish I could be there to see it."