Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I took a deep resigned sigh and crossed my arms over my breasts as I headed to Nick’s room. His door was wide open. I hadn’t stepped foot in here since we’d been together. The memories of the many nights we’d spent making love came crashing against me like a restless ocean. And now I was reentering this room as his prisoner.
“The fuck you standing there for? Get in here!”
His back was turned to me, so I don’t know how exactly he knew I was standing there. I desperately wanted to turn and run because whatever he had in store for me wouldn’t be good. Or maybe it would be too good.
Goosebumps prickled my skin and a shiver ran down my spine, not so much from my forced, icy shower but from fear of the uncertainty of what was to come.
I stopped when I was standing only a few feet away from Nick who seemed to be occupied with the contents of his nightstand drawer. He pulled out a clear bottle and a large cylindrical object. It appeared to be made of rubber or a similar material. I didn’t know what it was, but I had a feeling I was about to find out. Finally he turned to face me, giving me a long hard stare before closing he distance between us.
“Lower your arms.”
I was so cold I didn’t immediately obey.
“It wasn’t a request, Francesca.”
I dropped my arms down and looked away, ashamed at how I was still so attracted to this man when all he’d done since I’d been in his home was degrade me.
Nick gripped my chin forcing me to look at him. “Look at me when I talk to you. I have very generously given you a break these past few days when you don’t deserve one. And how is my generosity rewarded? With your blatant disrespect. Now tell me what my rule was again, Francesca.”
I ran my tongue over my suddenly dry lips. “I had a good reason. If you would allow me to explain, I— ahh!”
He tightened his grip on my chin so hard, I was almost certain there would be a bruise in the morning despite the dark hue of my skin. “I didn’t ask for an explanation. Repeat the rule.”
“You said I wasn’t allowed to leave the house without permission.”
“And have you broken this rule before?”
“I did but—”
He released my chin and pressed his index finger against my lips. “The more you disobey me, the worse you’ll make it for yourself. “I don’t make a habit of repeating myself, so answer the fucking question.”
“Yes, I broke the rule, but it’s a stupid rule.”
“Watch your fucking tone.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from screaming.
His green gaze slid over my face, seeming to miss no details. “Francesca, you are many things, most of which are unflattering, but even you are not this stupid. So I ask you, are you deliberately trying to piss me off?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I guess you are stupid because my rules are fairly simple, yet you keep breaking them. Maybe the last lesson wasn’t the right one. Hopefully this one will stick.” As he spoke he unbuckled his belt and yanked it out of his pants loops and snapped it with the precision of a lion tamer with a whip.
I took a step backward. “Nick, what are you going to do with that?”
“It’s not for you to ask the questions. Now walk over to the bed, bend over and place your hands shoulder distance apart and spread your legs wide.”
“But—”
“I will wrap this fucking belt around your neck and chock the shit out of you. Do it!” Nick emphasized his roar with a snap of his belt.
I rushed to the bed knowing he absolutely would carry out that threat. I positioned myself exactly how he instructed me.
I thought being tied up spread eagle on the bed would be the most exposed I ever felt; instead, bending over the bed with my ass was much worse.
I trembled, waiting in fear, agony and anticipation for him to get this punishment over with. Expecting the belt, I was surprised to feel his hand sliding along my ass. Nick rubbed and stroked my bottom coming dangerously close to my pussy.
“Mmm.” The moan rumbled from my throat before I could stop it.
“You like that don’t you, you little slut.” His grazed my folds with the tip of his fingers before sliding two digits deep inside of me.
“Your cunt is wet just as I suspected. You just can’t get enough, can you, whore?”
Shutting my eyes tight I tried to block out the names he showered on me. I wanted to scream that this was not okay, but I didn’t want him to stop. What the hell was wrong with me, and why was I so weak when it came to this man?