Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
My head dropped back on a despairing groan, and I closed my eyes to try to shut out the nightmare.
He cupped my nape, directing my eyes back to his steady emerald stare. “Ah-ah, pet,” he chided. “Stay here with me.”
He tweaked my nipple hard, and my eyes flew wide, locking on his.
“You like pain with your pleasure, don’t you, my pretty wife?” He released me from the pinch and stroked the abused peak. I shuddered and sighed. “You’re so perfect, Nora.”
The praise left me cold. I let it frost my skin, helping me start to go numb.
He slapped my sex, making my clit sting. I cried out and tried to edge away from him, but the restraints held me wide open. He spanked me again, punishing my most vulnerable area. My core contracted, ready to be filled.
“Stop,” I begged.
He shushed me and continued, until my clit throbbed in time with the rapid beat of my heart. My eyes stung with shame, and a hot tear scored my cheek. I blinked hard, but another tear fell.
A strangled growl of pure hatred slipped through my bared teeth. He kissed my lower lip and smiled at me, thrilled with my predicament.
He brushed his lips over my wet cheek, tasting my tears. He released a growl of his own, a sound of primal male satisfaction.
He relented spanking me, rubbing my clit in firm circles. All my muscles tensed as I tried to deny the bliss that coursed through me. My inner walls fluttered, and my thighs grew slick with arousal. He forced me higher, spiraling up and up, until my entire body was wound tight.
He withdrew his hand, and I cried out at the loss. I immediately bit my lip, and more mortified tears spilled.
He reached down and picked up the whip where he’d dropped it at my side.
“Don’t,” I choked out. I didn’t want him to hit me again.
Instead of flogging me, he touched the polished wooden handle between my legs, coating it in the wetness on my thighs. My mind blanked, unable to process what I knew was coming.
His thumb returned to my clit, and the hard, slick handle pressed at my entrance.
“Relax,” he urged, rubbing my pleasure point and wringing more bliss from me.
Against my will, my body softened. The whip slid in an inch. I clamped down tight, refusing to accept what he was doing to me.
His lips touched mine in a coaxing kiss. I was too distracted by the unyielding penetration to think about biting him.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, relentlessly stimulating my clit as the handle slid deeper inside me. “Tell me.”
“I’m yours,” I lied, squirming to get away. The whip went in another inch. My inner walls contracted around it, and my attempt at resistance further stimulated me.
“Again,” he crooned.
“I’m yours.” I was panting, sweat mingling with the tears on my cheeks.
“Tell me you’re my wife.”
“I’m your wife.” The whip hit my g-spot, and I released a ragged cry of ecstasy and despair.
He turned the handle, smiling with dark satisfaction as bliss sang through me. “Very good, pet. So obedient.”
He didn’t care that I didn’t mean it. All that mattered to him was my complete devastation.
“Come for me,” he commanded, another order that I had no choice but to obey.
He pressed down on my clit and nudged the handle against my g-spot. I shattered on a wail, my head tossing as ecstasy wracked my body. I shuddered and writhed, and he wrapped a strong arm around my waist to steady me, releasing my overly sensitive clit. He left the whip inside me for a minute as aftershocks pinged through my core in little lighting strikes.
All my muscles gave out, my body going limp in the wake of my intense, cruel release. He caught me, reaching above my head to free the cuffs from the chain that held me aloft. He carried me the short distance to the massive bed and laid me out on the mattress. His fingers rubbed over the goosebumps on my arms before he found the catch at the sides of the cuffs, freeing me with a soft click.
As I rubbed my aching wrists, he unbuckled the cuffs around my ankles and pulled the spreader bar away. He sat on the bed beside me, leaning against the headboard. His hands bracketed my waist, and he guided me onto his lap. I felt his erection pressing into my bottom, but he made no move to have sex with me.
He’d fucked me with his whip instead, forcing me to feel pleasure from the cruel implement that’d caused me pain. It was more perverse than anything I ever could’ve imagined.
My cheeks were hot beneath my tears, shame burning me up inside.
I had no fight left in me when he began to pet me, stroking my hair while he cuddled me close. He kissed my wet cheeks, savoring the taste of my tears.