Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 36950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
The branch was as thick as his thumb on the bottom where he gripped it and slender on the tip--he swung it a couple of times in the air and I winced. It was going to hurt--probably more than Devlin’s whip. Devlin didn’t swing his whip with malice. I doubted Connor was going to use his switch with any semblance of mercy.
“Get over the table. Now!” Connor pointed with the switch.
I didn’t move as fast Connor would have liked. The switch landed across the back of my thighs as soon as I was facing the table. It stung and caused me to jump--but it was barely a taste of what he had planned for me. The table was dusty and disgusting, but I bent across it until my nipples were pressed against the wood.
“When you defy me, dear Violet…” Connor walked up behind me and tapped my ass with the switch. “I have to punish you.”
The switch made a swish noise in the air as he brought it down on my ass and I heard the sound of it cracking against my skin a split second before the pain registered.
SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK
Connor didn’t even give me a second to catch my breath before the switch stung my skin again. He was relentless and hungry for my suffering. I kept my jaw tight through every tremble and every primal need to scream. I refused to give him the satisfaction of an audible response, even when my eyes betrayed me and tears flowed down my face like rain.
“You’ll learn to obey!” He practically yelled and the switch never stopped coming as he spoke. “You’ll beg to call me Master!”
Never.
SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK
“You’ll swallow my cock and every hole will ache for it!” Connor’s ferocity reached the point where he was just spitting his words.
Never.
SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK
“You will forget the name Devlin Windsor. I will be the only Master you know!”
Never.
SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK
My whole body shook with torment but my defiance held on. My lips stayed sealed. Connor could punish me. He could hurt me. He would never own me. He would never have the satisfaction of watching me break.
“Say please and this will stop, dear Violet!” Connor made the switch land with as much malice as he could muster.
Never.
SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK, SWISH-CRACK
Connor whipped me until my ass and the back of my thighs were on fire, but I held my tongue--until one final lash caused the wood to splinter. He threw the broken switch down on the table and grabbed me from behind. I still didn’t know why he was so determined not to take what he wanted until I gave it to him, but that point of resistance was all I could hold on to. The whipping didn’t erase the hope--I escaped once. I would do it again.
“Fine, have it your way.” He pulled me towards the ropes. “I’m not even going to give you a chance to sign my fucking contract today--you haven’t earned it.”
Was he afraid of another rejection? Had my defiance wounded him? I prayed that was the case. If my suffering could bruise his ego and damage his pride, then every swing of that switch was worth the agony. I was too weak to stand when Connor got me to the ropes--too weak to fight, even if it would have helped. All I could do was let him tie me up again and wait until I had the strength to battle the ropes one more time.
“Lights out, dear Violet.” He tied the blindfold across my eyes so tight I couldn’t even see the shimmer of light around it. “The next time you see the sun, you will be mine.”
Never.
Seven
Devlin
The next day was spent reaching out to contact after contact.
I named a prize for Violet's safe return, an unimaginable sum of fifty million dollars that made even my head spin. As I called business associate after business associate, they tried to laugh my offer out the door, but I could feel their greed seeping through my phone when I mentioned the hefty prize money. They were salivating at the thought of getting even more filthy rich, and probably got off knowing I'd be fifty mil poorer if they gave me some useful information that would bring Violet back.
By that evening, I was offering double the money if Violet was returned unharmed. I didn't give a shit. It was just paper. All I wanted was my princess back safe and sound. Nobody got to hurt Violet Cabot but me.
Jasper came into my office just as I was finishing another phone call.
"That's right," I said into the phone's speaker, motioning for my associate to join me in my office. Jasper walked in, standing to the side, his expression impassive. "A hundred million for her to return, unharmed. That's right. Yes. Thank you. Hope to hear from you soon."