Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
His hands landed around my left ankle, shoving it away from my right. “Open your legs so I can see every dripping inch.”
My heart raced fast enough to incinerate itself.
Holding onto the wall, I obeyed with a wanton moan.
“You should see the view I have.” His voice was pure devil. “Every fold, every swollen part of you. You look as if you’re covered in sweet thick honey. Nectar just for me, soaking from your pussy.”
“Freaking hell, Nick.” I tried to speak around the gag, but once again, I sounded like a moaning illiterate.
If he kept being this filthy, I’d be humping the wall before he even started.
Not speaking again, he wrapped one of the ties around my ankle, then knotted it to the leg of the entertainment unit.
Looking down, I tested the hold with a quick tug.
“Not too tight?” He looked up from where he bowed at my feet. “Not too loose that you can run away from your punishment?”
I shook my head.
“Good.”
Shifting to my right, he yanked my legs even farther apart, leaving them splayed wider than hip distance. Not uncomfortable but definitely vulnerable. The cool air of the living room licked around my throbbing centre, making me highly aware of how exposed and defenceless I was.
Tying my right ankle to the heavy side table, Nick slowly ran his fingertips from my ankle, up my leg, over my hip, and to my breast.
Hefting the weight of it in his palm, he thumbed my nipple, making me groan.
“You can’t run, and you can’t hide.” Letting my breast go, he captured my right wrist and imprisoned it with the third tie, looping the golden satin through a hook screwed into the drywall that I’d never seen before.
I frowned, catching his smouldering stare as he tethered me into place.
He gave me a wolfish smile. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? Along with my shopping trip, I did some DIY once you’d left for the club. Not much. I have plans for more. But I knew I needed somewhere to restrain you and...I got the idea of turning you into a brilliant work of art.”
Moving to my left side, he stole my arm and guided it to a second hook. The silver circles looked like picture hangers but larger—able to hold a heavier canvas.
Once all four of my limbs were spread and bound, Nick moved to the couch and sat down. Gravity leaned me against the wall, plastered and panting.
His reflection gleamed in the black TV screen, and my heart flopped out of my chest as he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock, and sat with his legs arrogantly spread.
I moaned. Loudly. Frustratedly.
Struggling in the binds, I tried to go to him. To suck him, bite him, force him to put me out of my misery by sharing the same cock he currently stroked.
“Nick...”
“I was right,” he groaned, his voice dangerously dark. “You really are an exquisite piece of art.” He grunted, his hips rising as his hand pushed down. “I could come like this. I could come all over my hand, watching you strung up and dripping for me. I could be cruel and use that as your punishment. God knows you deserve to feel a fraction of the lust that I do. The lust I’ve fought so damn hard. The lust that got me into this mess.”
I whimpered.
I rolled my hips.
Nick hissed and shot off the couch. Trying to stuff his uncooperative erection back into his jeans, he gave up and left them unzipped with his cock sticking out the top. His reflection blurred as he stepped too close, his presence making my skin burn like a dying star.
“But why would I masturbate over you when I have you bound and wet for me?” He pressed a worshipping kiss on my shoulder blade. “Why would I do what I’ve done every night since I moved in with you when I could shove my dick inside you and fill you with my cum?”
My heart skipped and tripped and perished.
Good God.
He was too much.
Too dirty. Too depraved.
Could I handle him?
Would I survive being his toy to use and abuse?
Would I cease to exist when he finished playing with me and tucked me into his arms to cherish instead of punish?
Pushing hair away from my ear, he ran his tongue along the shell. “Are you ready to begin, sweetheart? Are you ready to cry for me? Scream for me? Drip and clench and come for me?”
I nodded like a madwoman.
“What’s the safe word?”
“Infinity.” The words twisted over the gag but were audible enough.
“And you’ll use it if I become too much?”
I nodded.
“Alright then.” He kissed my neck. “Let’s begin.”
I froze until every muscle trembled with fear and need.
I strained to hear what he did behind me. I begged to know what he planned on—
Pain.
I jerked and fell into the wall.