Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I took special care getting ready, putting on makeup the way I knew he liked it and letting my hair fall down my shoulders in natural, luxurious waves. I decided on a sequined dress I knew he would love. He really did have an eye for anything shiny or sparkly.
I paired it with nude heels and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked as beautiful as I ever would. I knew he would love it.
The walk to the playroom sent a chill of excitement down my spine, and when I entered the cool dark room, I felt his hand enclose my arm, holding me tightly.
"Close to door," he grunted, and I did as I was told, inhaling his masculine scent as he steered me inside.
"I want to see you," he said. "Present yourself to me."
He sat down on his throne-like chair and I twirled in front of him. He was wearing a suit but without the jacket, the shirt open at the front and making me want him more than ever. He was so darkly dominant, so dangerously delicious. I couldn't get enough of it.
"Now strip," he said simply.
"But..." I started, and he raised a hand in the air to stop me from talking.
"I'm going to take you apart tonight," he told me. "The dress, the makeup, the hair. It's all going to be a fucking mess by the time I'm done with you, Rose."
Slowly, I slipped out of my dress and let it pool at my feet. I'd rubbed lotion all over my body, skipping the perfume, but I could smell my skin, the faint scent of roses making me smile innocently.
"Keep the shoes on," Thorn growled. "Show me your tits."
I pressed them together, showing off for him, twirling and touching my fingertips to my nipples while I moaned in expectation. He made me do this for several long minutes, showing him everything. And I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger and bigger.
"Walk over to the wall," he told me, and I did so willingly.
I expected him to follow me, but instead his voice sounded from the chair where he was still sitting.
"Pick a flogger or a whip," he said, and my blood ran cold.
I turned around sharply, but his expression hadn't changed. He still looked at me with a mix of desperate need and strong domination.
"I'm scared," I whispered.
"You should be," he reminded me.
Turning back towards the wall where several toys were displayed, I let my hand wander over them all. Finally, I settled on a simple paddle, figuring it would hurt the least.
There was no doubt in my mind about what he was going to do with it. I was going to get hurt... and I wanted to love every second of it.
I brought it over to him and placed it in his lap. He gave me one of his wolfish smiles before getting up from the chair and leading me to a bench. I recognized it right away - we'd used it that first night together, when I thought he was Ellis.
He tied me down to it, making sure to tie the knots extra tightly which sent fear through my body. He didn't want me to get away... but I wouldn't have wanted to, not willingly. I realized this was going to hurt.
"You're going to count," he said simply. "Every hit. If you stop, we start over. If you say anything other than the number, you get ten more. Understood?"
"Y-yes," I whispered.
A thousand thoughts were racing through my mind, but I was tongue-tied, too scared to say any of them out loud.
I was faced away from him when he touched the wooden paddle to my ass. It was cold and large and it made me so fucking scared I shivered. He was going to hurt me really really bad... and there was nothing I could have done about it. After all, I was the one who'd asked him to take me to the playroom.
The first hit came unexpected, and I shrieked when he hit me. There was nothing playful about the way he punished my ass. It was pure pain.
"One," I cried out.
Before I could prepare for the next one, he slapped me again.
"Two," I managed to get out. "How many more? How many, Thorn?"
He leaned down against my body and I shivered when I felt his breath on my back. He smoothed some hair out of my face and gently touched his fingertips to my burning ass.
"Ten, but you just earned another ten by talking," he whispered in my ear.
My back arched in fear and I whimpered when he started hitting me again.
The next five were gentler, almost as if he was holding back. I counted like a good girl, the numbers like fire in my mouth, so many words left unspoken.