Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“I’m scared,” she blurts out. For a moment, I experience a sensation I haven’t felt in years.
Empathy.
Ignoring it, I shoot her a sinister smile before walking over to the stocks. The contraption isn’t authentic, since traditional stocks imprisoned people by their feet. This one was made for the sole purpose of bending someone over so they can be fucked from behind, whether it be a man or a woman. This one sits bolted into two heavy wooden beams, the top and bottom portions opening with a heavy-duty cast-iron hinge on the side. There’s a larger hole for the head, and two smaller ones on the side for the wrists. To accommodate the variances in people’s heights, the imprisoning part can be cranked higher or lower.
I lift open the top board, gesturing to it. “Come over here.”
Hannah walks slowly toward me, despite what I recognize as a tinge of fear in her eyes. I admire her courage, but I also get off on her being a little afraid.
Still, I remind her, “You can say no.”
She nods in understanding. “I won’t.”
Thank fuck.
“What are your hard limits?” I ask as she comes to a stop before the stocks.
Twisting her neck, she gazes out the main glass wall into the interior of The Silo before turning back to me. Already, several people have meandered up to the edge to watch us.
“No anal,” she says bluntly.
“Just my cock… or can I put something else in there?”
Flushing, she lowers her eyes. “Your cock is too big.”
“We’re going to work up to that,” I assure her, but then I give her some peace of mind. “But tonight, I’m mostly interested in your pussy, especially since we don’t have to use a condom.”
As expected and equally hoped for, our mutual visits to the doctor revealed we were both safe. Of course, I felt the need to make sure she understood she wasn’t to fuck anyone else. Oddly, she didn’t ask the same of me, but maybe she just assumed I wouldn’t—which is the truth—because I was the one who wanted the tests in the first place.
“Anything else?” I ask, starting to get impatient in my need to lock her under my control.
Hannah’s eyes harden slightly, her chin lifting. “No other men can touch me. Our deal doesn’t mean you can share me.”
Now, I’ll never admit it to Hannah, but I have no intention of sharing her. Truthfully, I don’t see that ever changing. I’ve gladly taken part in group sex before, wanting to experience every bit of hedonism that was available to me. It’s the best kind of dirty fucking. While I’m all about pushing boundaries and living this life to the fullest and freest, I don’t want any other man touching Hannah. I consider her mine alone.
But that’s not something I will ever share with her, so I merely say, “I’ll respect that, but maybe I’ll get you to change your mind one day.”
“Don’t bother trying,” she warns. “I won’t.”
I don’t argue with her because it’s moot. While I’m fucking her, no one else is, and that’s that.
“Take your dress off for me,” I say, lowering my voice an octave. It’s not intentional, but because I’m starting to succumb to the insatiable need for her that’s been brewing all week. I still need to feel in control. To prove this is my show and not hers, I order, “Then go stand in front of the glass. I want everyone out there to see what I have in here.”
Her cheeks burn, pink spreading across the bulging top mounds of her breasts. Sucking in a breath, her eyes glaze over a little.
Just as there are things I’ll never admit to Hannah, she’d never admit to me that’s she’s liking what’s going on right now. I’ve realized she’s got a bit of exhibitionism within her.
Yes, I’ll start her in front of the glass. Probably have her play with herself; maybe even make herself orgasm before I lock her up.
Then I’m going to have my way with her for an exceptionally long time tonight… and I fucking dare Michelle to creep back into my thoughts.
CHAPTER 10
Hannah
I sip coffee from my travel thermos as I drive to Nelson’s house to pick up Hope for the weekend.
I’m utterly exhausted from last night at The Wicked Horse with Asher. We left at a reasonable time, but my body was well-used and the adrenaline rush of what we’d done had sapped my strength.
Asher took his time with me while I was locked in the stocks, and the experience was electrifying.
It was equal parts degrading and uplifting.
I’ve never come so many times or as hard before in my life.
From the moment he ordered me to me stand in front of the glass wall and masturbate for a crowd of strangers, I knew my sex life had been irrevocably changed because I got a rush out of what he made me do.