Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
But my question is answered when he reaches to a pulley on the wall and begins to lower me down. I twist hard, struggling against my restraints.
“Amon, what are you—?”
“Don’t fight it, my little nun,” he replies. “There’s no escape.”
His strong hands grip my waist like a vise, and he carefully positions me atop the saddle. The fleshy attachment presses against places no one has ever touched, including me, causing my heartrate to skyrocket.
I look up at him, pleading with my eyes. But he isn’t even paying attention. He’s focused on what he’s doing.
With two quick tugs, the straps on my ankles tighten, pulling me firmly down onto the saddle. I can’t move. There’s no way out of whatever he has planned for me.
He reaches back into the drawer and pulls out something that looks like a TV remote. I try not to show fear as his eyes finally land on mine, spiking the shame that’s growing in my chest.
My cheeks are burning, and I’m sweating. The anticipation of what’s about to happen has me about to break.
“I hope you’re ready, sis.” He smirks, his arrogance gleaming. “Just go with it. Trust me.”
I almost laugh. Trust him? After he just forced me into this closet and tied me up? Tore my shirt down the middle?
I open my mouth to protest, but before I get a chance to speak, Amon presses a button on the remote.
All thought is wiped from my mind as the device beneath me turns on.
The machine hums.
My breath catches.
And then it hits me.
My hips jerk hard against my restraints as heat explodes low in my belly. I gasp, my head snapping back, a sound tearing from my throat before I can stop it.
“Oh God—”
Amon’s mouth is right by my ear. “That’s it. Your body knows what it wants.”
The vibrations deepen, relentless, dragging something loose inside me. I fight to pull away, but I’m locked in place, forced to take every pulse. Every shudder.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Joan?” he asks, leaning his mouth so close to my neck, connecting me to him with each of his strong breaths.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, losing all control. My thoughts scatter.
Wrong…sinful…I can’t…
The feeling crests away. My body tightens, hard and helpless, pleasure ripping through me so fast I start to sob. My muscles strain, my knees rock, and I cry out as everything inside me breaks open at once.
I can’t stop it. I can’t hide it.
I come undone around the machine, around his voice, around the knowledge that he’s watching me fall to pieces.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs.
The vibrations slow. I sag in the restraints, breathless and trembling, empty and full at the same time.
“I…I…” I try to speak, but the words don’t come. Total disconnect from body and mind.
“Your first orgasm, Joan. How was it?”
Somehow, I manage to open my eyes and look up at him. I feel…changed. But what do I say to him? I can’t thank him. I may have just had the most incredible experience of my life, but he can’t know that.
“You…”
“It’s okay.” He smiles, cutting me off. “You don’t have to thank me.”
Thank him? For what? For tying me to this…thing and forcing me into something I never asked for?
“I wasn’t…planning on it…” I pant, still trying to get my breath. My sex is pulsing, and I’m sweating all over. My shirt has fallen from my shoulders, revealing even more of my body to him.
My step-brother.
I try to pray—to ask God for the strength to overcome the shame of this experience.
But I can’t even do that.
My mind is spinning. My tummy muscles are taut like the rope around my wrists as aftershocks of my first climax skate through me.
Amon squats down and unties my ankles. I’m not sure how I feel as the pressure subsides, but I shake my legs and try to stand as he reaches up to my wrists.
My legs wobble, and I almost fall, but he catches me. “Whoa, there. Take some breaths. You just went through a lot.”
That’s one way of putting it.
He undoes the bindings on my wrists, and although my first instinct is to flee—shoulder my way past him and run—I stay where I am.
There’s no way I could escape him. Not if he truly wanted to catch me. And after what he just did, I know there’s no way he would ever let me get away.
And honestly, I don’t know how I feel about that.
“Now you know,” he says, his lips close to mine.
“Know what?”
His voice is cocky and confident as he looks back at me. “That I’m a serious man. And the next time you screw up, you know what will happen.”
4
JOAN
I wake up sore, disoriented, with images from last night still haunting my mind.
I glance at the red marks on my wrists left from the rope Amon tied me with and feel something stir inside me. My hips move on their own, swaying against the mattress—