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 turns off the shower and leads me onto the heated tiles. Even his towels are expensive, white and fluffy as clouds. He wraps me in one and insists on drying me off himself rather than allowing me to do it. He’s almost fanatical about taking care of me, just as he vowed to do when he signed our contract.
The fact that we both agreed to this in writing allows me to give myself permission to just enjoy being with him. I don’t have to stand on my own two feet. I don’t have to insist that I can take care of myself. Dane knows I’m capable, but he wants it to be this way between us.
And leaning on him for support feels so good after years of bearing the burden of making my way alone through sheer stubbornness. I feel so free with Dane as my master that I don’t stop to think about how I signed away my freedom when I gave myself to him.
When he’s satisfied that I’m thoroughly dry except for my damp hair, he suddenly fists the wet locks. Little prickles of pain dance over my scalp as he pulls me down, forcing me into my knees.
“Crawl for me, pet.”
Lust washes through me in a storm-tossed wave, a wild, undulating desire that makes my inner muscles clench and my clit pulse.
I release a soft moan at the intense hit of bliss and drop onto my elbows, eagerly complying with his degrading demand.
He keeps his grip on my hair as he takes a step forward, using the long strands as a leash to pull me alongside him.
The tiles are hard but warm beneath my knees, and they quickly give way to plush carpet.
My mind goes serenely blank as he leads me into the bedroom, keeping my head high with his ruthless hold on my hair.
I’m panting by the time we reach the bed, even though it took less than a minute to cross the space. Being on my knees before my master feels right, and I revel in the release of surrendering control to him.
I’ve only ever known this wild, erotic abandon with Dane, and I never want it to end.
Suddenly, I’m in his arms. For a moment, I’m safely nestled against his hard chest. Then he drops me. My shriek of alarm almost immediately morphs into a giddy laugh when my back hits the soft mattress.
His massive body settles over mine, and his hand wraps around my throat.
“That’s such a beautiful sound,” he says, his voice taking on the soft, almost detached quality that makes my belly quiver. It’s a bit unnerving, but I love the rush of fear that makes my fingers and toes tingle.
He’s going to hurt me again, and I tremble in anticipation of the sweet pain.
“Your laugh is lovely,” he says in that erotically disturbing tone. “But I think I’ll like it better when you can’t breathe unless I allow it.”
His fingers tighten around my neck, pressing down on my arteries. Primal panic makes my hands fly to his wrist in a reflexive act of self-defense.
A cruelly beautiful grin stretches his lush lips, and he doesn’t bother to restrain me. He lets me scrabble at his hand and squirm beneath him as he slowly increases the pressure.
“Dane…” His whispered name echoes in my ears alongside the desperate pounding of my own pulse.
“Yes, darling?” he drawls. “Do you want to say something?”
His palm presses down on my windpipe. Not hard enough to cause me pain, but just enough to restrict my airflow.
I’m writhing, but I’m rubbing myself on him. My nipples are hard peaks, and my arousal wets his thigh where I’m grinding my clit against his hard muscles.
My mind starts to float, and my fingers stop clawing at his wrist. He indulges himself in a long, tender kiss, exploring the shape of my parted lips as I struggle to draw in the small sips of oxygen he allows me.
“Are you going to come for me while I’m choking you, Abigail? Is your tight pussy aching?”
“Yes.” My lips form the word, but no sound comes out.
My entire body is sparkling, and my mind is blissfully silent. There’s only raw, animal need and his control over my body.
“Go on,” he commands. “Make yourself feel good.”
I rotate my hips, and pleasure bursts through me. I shudder beneath him as the orgasm wracks my body. Just as I reach the peak, he releases my throat. Blood rushes to my head, and blessed oxygen floods my lungs. I’m soaring, and the world goes white.
There’s a scream tearing through the room. It echoes off the high ceiling like violent music, and I dimly realize I’m making the primal sound.
I’m shaking and utterly spent by the time the world comes back into focus. His keen green eyes are the first thing I see, staring into my soul with raw hunger. He’s watched me come completely unraveled, and he’s reveling in my total subjugation.