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)
I writhe—equal parts need and fear.
“Are you scared yet, Abigail?” His dark question ruffles my hair as he practically coos into my ear.
“Yes,” I admit on a tremulous whisper. I don’t dare lie to him when I’m in this vulnerable position.
“Good. Pets should fear their master’s retribution. And you’ve more than earned mine.” He touches my inner thigh, and his fingers swirl in silken wetness. “You love the fear. You love being at my mercy, my pretty plaything.”
“Yes.” I release the affirmation on a shuddering sigh: a confession offered up from the deepest, darkest part of my soul.
He nuzzles my hair and inhales deeply, as though he’s breathing in the scent of my wanton arousal.
“I’m going to hurt you now. Do you trust me?”
“I do.” It’s an oath, and I let my head fall to the side, further exposing my throat to his teeth. “I want you to.”
They graze my artery as he commands, “Beg.”
“Please hurt me.” My plea is little more than a desperate whimper. My inner thighs are wet with my arousal, and my clit pulses in a painful throb.
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead and pulls away. Cool air closes over my exposed body, and I shiver in anticipation. My heart flutters against my ribcage in rapid beats—a bruising promise of the pain that is to come.
He’s behind me now, and my upraised arms are like blinkers on either side of my head. I can’t see him without twisting my bound body, and I can barely maintain my balance as it is. So, I remain perfectly still, taut as a bowstring. Apprehension and desire coil my muscles tight, and sweat beads on my brow as though I’m enduring physical strain.
The first tap of the cane draws a yelp from my chest, and it takes me a second to process that the hit isn’t painful. Another tap: a firm, bouncing pressure against my ass. Heat blooms beneath the surface of my skin, a prickling warmth that sinks deep into my tender flesh. The cane is a hard, unyielding rod against my soft body, but he’s using it with deft precision. Each short strike sends a fresh wave of warmth thudding through me, rippling into my core.
He paints my upper thighs with carnal heat, until I’m simmering in lust.
I’m a being of pure sensation, and I lose myself in him. All that exists is his will and the light pain he inflicts, granting me the greatest high I’ve ever known. The pain sparkles like fireworks, crackling through my nervous system. My mind relaxes in a way I’ve never experienced, and all thoughts float away.
“Suffer for me, Abigail.”
His dark command is my only warning. The cane lashes me in the first true, punitive blow. A line of fire blazes across my tender flesh, and I release a shocked cry.
“One,” he intones, and I scramble to process that fact that he’s counting. There will be more.
“Dane…” His name is a tremulous plea. My ass is smarting, and my tight muscles are beginning to strain from maintaining the stress position.
“You lied to me,” he reminds me. “Don’t you want absolution?”
My eyes burn, and my head dips in shame. “Yes.”
He hums his approval. “Four more.”
My next breath hitches on a soft sob, but I nod. I’ll accept whatever he wants to do to me. I want to be his more than I need oxygen, and I will offer myself to him in every way.
Fire lashes my skin, an inch beneath the first strike.
“Breathe,” he reminds me.
I gasp for air, compelled by his will. Euphoria floods my mind as I fully surrender to the sweet rush of pain. A low moan sighs from my lips, and I sag against the restraints around my wrists. The rope bites into my skin, another blissful hit of pain. I’m helpless to resist Dane, but I’m completely safe in his cruel hands.
Another punitive stroke, another line of fire, another rush of white-hot bliss.
I’m no longer certain where pain ends and pleasure begins. The release is nothing short of ecstatic. Tears roll down my cheeks, siphoning my shame in steady streams.
I lied to Dane when I faked my orgasm, but there’s no dishonesty between us now. There’s nowhere to hide when he has me stripped bare and bound in place for punishment.
“Are you sorry?” he asks, and the fourth blow lands.
“Yes!” I confess on a harsh cry.
“You don’t have any secrets from me, Abigail. Never lie to me again.”
“Never.” It’s a fervent promise.
He seals my vow with the final strike, pressing the cane deep into my thighs after the blow lands to imprint a bruise: a mark of forgiveness.
He kisses my cheeks, and when his soft lips finally caress mine, I taste the salt of my tears. His tongue plunders my mouth, laying claim to everything that I am. I relax into his harsh embrace, welcoming him to take all of me: body and soul.