Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
He traces the line of the collar around my neck. My nerves jump beneath his featherlight touch. The first traitorous shiver races over my body, and my cheeks flame.
Something silver glints in his hand: a pair of blunt-tipped shears.
“No knives for you today,” he says, as though it’s a kindness. “You’re especially feisty, and I don’t want to accidentally cut my pretty plaything. Every ounce of pain I deliver will be deliberate and by my design, not because of your pitiful struggles.”
I jerk against the restraints and release a growl of pure frustration when the rope tightens around my wrists and ankles. I’m just as helpless as he said, but I’m not ready to surrender.
“Don’t you dare,” I warn. “I like this dress.”
“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you a dozen more.”
“I don’t want another one. I want this one.”
He shakes his head. “You should’ve thought about that before you decided to be so willful and disrespectful.”
Another rough, animal sound grates between my clenched teeth as he slips the shears beneath the hem of my dress. The thin cotton parts easily. The blades are sharp, but the blunted design ensures that he won’t slip and cut my skin. I can’t suppress another shiver as the cold blade slides up the length of my spine, slowly robbing me of any sense of dignity.
He snips the spaghetti straps, and the dress pools around me on the carpet. My back is completely bared to him, the scrap of my pale pink thong a mockery of modesty.
He takes a few indulgent minutes to trail his fingers down my back, stroking me in a slow, tingling slide that’s subversively calming.
I stiffen. I’m not his pet. I will not melt for this tender treatment.
His gentle fingers reach the base of my spine, and he takes a moment to tease me there, stimulating a sensitive patch of nerves I didn’t know I had. With every slow circle, it feels as though he’s circling my clit instead. The hard bud pulses madly, and I can’t help wriggling in my bonds.
I’m not sure if I’m trying to evade his sensual torment or stimulate myself against the plush carpet.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he rumbles.
“No.” My refusal is a husky groan, an obvious lie.
“No,” he agrees. “You don’t deserve such mercy.”
His touch shifts suddenly, and his fingers sink into my ass to part my cheeks. I’m terribly exposed, and there’s nothing I can do to stop him when he squeezes a drop of cool lubricant onto my asshole.
I can’t help closing my eyes, as though I can hide from what he’s about to do to me. He knows exactly how to devastate me, how to make me feel achingly vulnerable and small in his ruthless hands.
“Open your eyes,” he commands. “I want you to see what I’m going to do to you.”
Unease makes my stomach flip, a giddy sensation like riding a rollercoaster.
I open my eyes, and it takes me a moment to process what I’m looking at. Even when I take in the shape of the silver hook, I can’t make sense of it. One end is round and blunt, and the metal is about an inch in circumference. The other end is shaped in a loop, and he’s tied a length of rope through it. The whole thing is a bit bigger than his massive hand.
“What is that?” I ask, voice hitching slightly.
But I already know. I shake my head in wild refusal.
“Hush now, pet,” he soothes. “You’ll be much calmer in a few minutes.”
“Dane, no,” I whisper, and it’s a plea.
“Master,” he corrects me. “You’ll love your new leash.”
“You can’t…” I lick my dry lips and try again. “I can’t…”
His heartbreaking face settles into the cold, unfeeling planes that make me quiver. “I can do whatever I want, and you will take it all. You are powerless to stop me. Curse at me, plead with me, beg for mercy. I have none.”
The cold tip of the hook presses against my tight asshole, and I yelp in alarm. He shushes me gently and stimulates my clit with his free hand. He rubs me in the exact way I like, and my inner muscles clench in a pulse of desperate desire before softening to welcome penetration. Unyielding metal slips past my tight ring of muscles, entering me in a slow slide.
The toy is slender enough that there’s no pain, but the degrading act floods my cheeks with hot shame. It churns through me, pooling low in my belly and turning to white-hot lust. Wet arousal coats my labia, dripping onto his hand where he relentlessly stimulates my clit.
The cool curve of the hook presses between my spread ass cheeks, extending up to my tailbone.
I tremble, unable to make a voluntary movement when he has my most vulnerable area harnessed in a perverted way I never could’ve imagined.