Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He doesn’t break our kiss or release my hair as he deftly unbuttons my jeans with his free hand. I shimmy out of them without needing to be told. I’m eager to be naked with him, to finally feel his hard, glorious body against mine.
My fingers fly to his collar, fumbling at the buttons on his crisp white shirt.
He shackles my wrists, directing them away from his shirt.
“No,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want you naked and vulnerable. This is your punishment, pet.”
“But I want to touch you,” I protest breathily. “I want to see you.”
He nips at my lower lip. “You have to earn your rewards. It’s time for you to suffer for me.”
He releases me entirely and takes a step back. Cool air rushes over me, and my skin pebbles in the absence of his steady heat.
Before I can fold my arms over my chest to chase away the chill of vulnerability, he commands, “Take off your bra. I want to see what’s mine.”
I almost whimper at the wave of ruthless desire that rushes through me. My panties are wet with my arousal, and my clit pulses madly.
I’m his possession, his pet.
And he’s going to punish me.
My fingers tremble, but I manage to unclasp my bra after two fumbling attempts. The straps slide down my arms, and the soft skimming sensation over each of my goosebumps sets my entire body alight with carnal sensation.
He takes another step back, and I can’t help swaying toward him, as though I’m bound to him by invisible rope.
“Stay,” he admonishes. “I’m admiring my pretty pet.”
I manage to obey, but my hands are still shaking with the force of the adrenaline coursing through me. I want him so desperately that my swollen sex aches to be touched, but I’m compelled by his will.
A sense of lightness floods my mind, and my thoughts float away. There are no insecurities, no worries about whether or not my body will accept him. There’s no room in my world for anything other than his control. He has claimed ownership of me, but I’ve never felt freer than I do in this moment.
He strolls around me, taking me in from every angle. I hardly breathe, determined to obey and remain still for him to admire at his leisure. I feel exposed but safe. No one will hurt me while I’m in Dane’s care.
No one but him.
He’s promised to make me suffer, and I eagerly await the absolution he will offer me.
I feel his heat recede further, and I barely resist the urge to turn so that I can see where he’s going. My teeth worry my lower lip, and my fingernails bite into my palms in the long seconds that pass without his nearness.
Just when my anxiety begins to reach a fever pitch, his hand spans my lower back.
I jolt, and he shushes me gently.
His hard body is behind mine, and his corded arms encircle my waist. “Give me your wrists.”
I lift my hands in offering, and he loops hemp rope around them. His movements are quick and efficient, and in less than a minute, my wrists are bound together. He holds the length of rope like a leash and uses the tension to force my body to turn. I spin in the cage of his arms, and suddenly, I’m trapped in his glittering emerald stare.
He’s almost a foot taller than I am, but I feel even smaller in his imposing shadow—as fragile as a wren captured in his elegant hand.
He keeps me pinned with his imposing gaze as he tugs on the rope, pulling my arms upward. When they’re fully extended above me, he loops the length over the wooden beam of the canopy. Another short tug forces me to stretch until I’m almost on my toes.
His chuckle rumbles with dark amusement at my predicament as he ties off his work, leaving me bound and naked except for my black cotton thong. He takes his time to study me, as though I’m not even a person. I’m a pretty thing for him to admire, a work of art that he possesses to view whenever it pleases him.
The sense of being objectified should be shameful, possibly even offensive. But I’m molten for him, my entire being burning for more of his cruel attention. As long as he’s looking at me, I have value. Without his imperious gaze on me, I would be insignificant: a cheap replicated print not worthy of notice.
But he’s looking at me as though I’m his coveted masterpiece, his most treasured possession.
“Exquisite,” he praises, and I sigh in bliss.
I’ve been so enamored with him that I didn’t notice what he placed on the bed before he bound me. He reaches past me to pick up the cane, and my stomach flips.
He touches the cool rod to my belly, using it to pin my bound body to his front. His erection presses into my ass, huge and insistent.