Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“I wonder what will happen first,” he muses, eyes glittering with cruel fascination. “Will the cord be severed, or will those tight little clamps be tugged off of your nipples?”
“Don’t.” I dread the pain of the latter threat.
“You do beg so sweetly, but that won’t spare you. You’re my helpless little plaything now. Mine to toy with however I want.”
He slowly raises the knife, increasing the pressure on the cord. It begins to tug at the clamps, pulling on my abused nipples. Pain spears through me in sharp spikes that somehow turn to pure pleasure when they reach my core. I cry out and arch my back, desperate to alleviate the strain.
“Would you like that?” he taunts. “You could be my obedient little fucktoy. Or you can continue to suffer for me.”
I growl through gritted teeth, the only sound I’m able to make when pain rakes at me, commanding most of my attention.
“You brought this on yourself,”
That’s my only warning before he jerks the knife away from me. He doesn’t turn it to sever the cord with the sharp edge. My scream fills the maze when the nipple clamps are yanked free. The searing shock of pain makes my vision flash white for an instant.
I blink rapidly, and tears stream down my temples to wet my hair. The world comes back into sharp focus when I see the knife hovering just above my stinging nipple.
Fear shudders through me, a primal response to danger.
“Please…”
“I would never damage your beautiful body,” he reassures me. “But you’re going to have to remain very still for me. I’ll make the ache go away. I know you’re hurting.”
My nipples throb as though I’ve been stung by bees, but that doesn’t ease my spike of terror when the cold flat of the blade touches one tight peak with the lightest pressure.
All of my muscles lock up tight. A small, pitiful whimper eases up my throat, but the tiny exhalation is the only move I dare to make.
He stares down at me, eyes dark pools in the shadows of his mask. His beautiful face is drawn into stony, merciless planes, and his cock is hard against my thigh.
He’s getting off on this, reveling in his sadistic power over me.
And I’m molten for him.
My body relaxes, all of the fight going out of me as I submit. The blessed release of surrender is pure bliss, and it pulses through my body like a drug.
“So perfect,” he breathes. “My Abigail.”
“Yours.” My lips shape the word, but I don’t have enough air to speak. Not with the knife so perilously close to my vulnerable nipple.
He shifts the blade to my other breast, further soothing the sting from the clamps with cold steel. He keeps it there while he reaches between us, his free hand dipping under my soaked thong. He groans when he finds the wetness that coats my inner thighs.
“Stay just like that,” he orders, and he sounds like he might be drugged, too. “Don’t move.”
The knife is at my throat, sending a fresh burst of fear fluttering through my system. I float in it, riding the thrilling high.
I draw in shallow, careful breaths as he teases my swollen pussy with a featherlight touch.
“Please.” I mouth the plea, but I’m no longer begging for reprieve. I crave more: more fear, more pain, more pleasure.
I’ll take everything he wants to do to me. I’ll offer him anything he desires.
He’s my dark god, my master.
My everything.
And he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in his world. The only thing tethering him to sanity. He needs me so deeply that it transcends the bounds of physical lust. He yearns for me, just as I long for him, for this connection that we share.
Two thick fingers ease into my tight sheath, and he applies firm pressure to the sensitive spot inside me. The stimulation is slow, tender. So at odds with the violence of the knife at my throat.
My lashes flutter as primal chemicals mingle in my system. I’m no longer sure of the difference between fear and desire. There’s only the burning need for him and the euphoric release of submission.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs. “Keep breathing.”
I realize I’m dizzy from lack of oxygen, so I draw in a careful breath. His will compels me, and I’m his to command. I’ll do anything for him, suffer any torment. Because I know he’ll give me exquisite ecstasy in return.
“Now, come for me.”
He presses down on my clit and rubs my g-spot.
I don’t have enough air to scream, and I don’t dare to so much as writhe as cruelly potent pleasure rips through me. He watches me come in tormented silence, as though I’m the most fascinating, breathtaking thing he’s ever seen.
The cold kiss of the blade is gone, and he tosses the knife far away from us. I immediately start shaking, my entire body trembling with the force of my residual fear.