Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“Get on the bed,” I tell her. “Scoot back to the middle.”
Her voice is tentative as she pulls a trusty tool from her limited arsenal. “Silvan, can’t I just… please let me suck you. I don’t want—”
I press my finger to her lips, stopping her objections before they can escape. “I don’t care,” I tell her firmly but gently.
She bites her lip, looking conflicted, but after a moment’s hesitation, she sits on the edge of the bed.
The camcorder tips in her direction and her gaze jumps to it, then she quickly scoots away from it, back on the bed. Once she's where I told her to be, she pulls her knees up to her chest and hugs them close.
That's a perfect fucking shot, so I grab the camera and turn it back on.
She watches me with big fearful eyes as I climb on the bed with her. Her grip on her knees tightens as she tries harder to protect herself. I pause the recording and tell her, "There's a present for you beneath the pillow. Grab it."
I start the recording again and watch through the small screen as she moves his pillow and finds a leather cuff connected to a chain beneath it.
Sophie gasps in horror, dropping the cuff right where she found it. Her gaze darts to me, her eyes wide and fearful, then she abandons her course of trying to placate me and launches herself off the bed.
Adrenaline surges through my veins as her feet hit the floor and she runs for the door.
It’s a pointless effort since she has to run behind me to get there and I’m faster than her even if she didn’t.
I toss the camera on the bed and lunge for her, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her back.
“No!” she cries, fighting in earnest to get free. “Let me go. Let me go! Please!”
“Now, Sophie,” I murmur, my arms tightening around her waist as she struggles and claws at my hands. “Be a good girl.”
“Let go of me, you psycho! I’m not letting you tie me up. You’re crazy if you think—”
“You don’t have to let me do anything, pretty girl. But I’m going to tie you up either way.”
“Please,” she says, her voice wobbling with fear. “Silvan, I won’t be able to…”
“Move? Flee?” I finish, running a finger along the curve of her jaw. “Yes, beautiful, I know. That’s the point.”
Since fighting me is getting her nowhere, she turns and looks up at me with those big imploring eyes of hers. “Breathe! Silvan, please. I’ll have a panic attack. I won’t be able to take it.”
I caress the curve of her jaw. “I suggest you remember that next time you think about meeting another man because this is more of a gentle warning than a punishment as far as I’m concerned.”
Her eyes widen. “I am not yours.”
My lips curve up. “I’m afraid we disagree on that point.”
“And I’m afraid that’s an irreconcilable difference in this relationship,” she snaps back.
I smile at her spunk. “Lining up your divorce defense already? We’re not even married yet.”
“Yet,” she mutters in disbelief. “You’re a madman.”
“Perhaps, but I’m your madman.”
“Silvan, don’t you dare,” she says as I retrieve the leather cuff off the pillow.
“You want to know what’s funny? This isn’t even my equipment. The toys I use on you will be, of course. But this rig was already here when I came to check the place out. Your professor has a kinky streak. Are you disappointed you didn’t get to explore it with him?”
“That is not why I came here.”
I believe her, but I have to ruin him for her regardless, just to be safe. “You’re not his first, you know. He has an entire cabinet full of fuck tapes he’s filmed of former students. He may have been interested in making you his latest acquisition, but he’s not like me. He’s not only interested in you. He wouldn’t have kept you.”
Sophie falls silent. Fear of abandonment is a sleeping giant among her issues, so I know I’m drilling into the right stud.
He’s not the only one who understands her mind well enough to fuck with it.
“Maybe you don’t believe me,” I murmur. “You think I’m being jealous and possessive, that I’m only saying this because you might have liked him. But you’re wrong, and whether you like it or not, Sophie, I’m going to protect you.”
“I don’t need protecting,” she says guardedly, yanking at her wrist as I grip it tight and slide the cuff around it.
“You do. From men who want to use and abuse you. From yourself. I don’t know if you know this about yourself, sweetheart, but you have shitty fucking taste in men.”
“Do you hear yourself?” she demands wildly. “You’re the one who wants to use and abuse me. You’re the only one I need protecting from.”