Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, wishing she could get control of her pulse, which was jumping wildly. Where was her submissive calm and poise? What was it about this man that so easily penetrated her usual defenses?
“I read on your profile that you take the pill for contraception. I assume you have a ready supply with you?
Another whoosh of heat radiated through Ellen’s core. It spread up over her chest and into her face. Damn it, why was she blushing like a novice trainee? It wasn’t like she hadn’t understood that sex would be an integral part of a one-on-one Master/slave contract. There was a reason all parties had had to present clean bills of health and indicate what forms of contraception they used. When Ellen had blithely selected “no condom necessary” on her profile, it had been just another box to check.
But now, alone in this secluded cabin with a Master she’d committed to serving for the next week, it was all too real. This tall, muscular, sexy man with the mysterious scar and the barbed-wire tattoo was going to fuck her, whenever and however he wished.
She ducked her head to hide her continuing blush. “Yes, Sir.”
Still facing her, Master Damon reached out, this time gripping her chin with thumb and forefinger. He gently forced her to lift her head. An amused smile still ghosted his lips. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a newbie at this. What’s with all the blushing and hiding your face?”
Ellen swallowed, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “My apologies, Sir,” she managed. “I’m just, um, a little nervous.”
“I get it. And I understand you can’t control your blush. But I do expect you to look at me when I’m speaking to you. You will not hide yourself from me in any way. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed.
His voice gentled as he stroked a tendril of her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “You really need to calm down, Ellen. Relax. Breathe.”
Ellen managed to draw in a shaky breath.
“Better. I intend to use you hard, both sexually and during impact play. I’m aware of your reservations about certain types of play, and I’ll take them into consideration. But that doesn’t mean I’ll necessarily steer clear. I know you’re a highly trained submissive, but I plan to take you out of your comfort zone. If I want to tie you down and run a sharp blade along your throat or order you to cup your hands over the toilet so I can piss into them, that’s what I’ll do. While I’ll never harm you, I am going to hurt you. Do you understand?”
Holy shit. If that was supposed to help her calm down, it had the opposite effect. Yet it wasn’t only fear driving her reaction. If she was totally honest, she was thrilled to her bones by his seizing total control of the experience. The Enclave training had pushed her boundaries but the focus had been different—more on grace and obedience. While the experience had been intense and valuable, it hadn’t been personal.
“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked.
Master Damon’s cell had fallen to the sofa between them. He picked it up and scrawled his signature at the bottom of the screen with his finger. Then he held the phone out to her.
She took it, drawing on her grace to steady herself. Hand shaking slightly, she signed the contract with a fingertip and gave the phone back to him.
Master Damon slipped it into his jeans pocket. “Kneel on the rug facing me, hands behind your back.”
He waited until she was in position. Then he said, “I plan to use the rest of today to get a better sense of you as a slave. I want to more fully explore your ability to tolerate erotic pain, how well you follow commands, how skilled and responsive you are sexually, how well trained you are in anticipating and serving my needs.”
These were all things Ellen had expected. It made sense her Master would want to learn more about his slave’s limits and abilities before moving forward.
“During the course of the week,” he continued, “I plan to introduce a daily theme. One day might be focused solely on erotic torture, really pushing you to the very limit of what you can handle. The next day might be spent exploring hardcore sex of every variety. Another day might focus on erotic humiliation. The next on intensive bondage. Another on sensory deprivation. I might share you with others, if it amuses me to do so. You are, after all, my property to do with as I will. You good with all that, slave?”
As multiple possible scenarios unspooled in Ellen’s mind, she experienced both thrilled anticipation and acute anxiety. She bit her lip, her hands gripping each other tightly as she struggled to maintain outward control.