Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
The fact he has that power over me makes me wet even though I know he won’t use it on me. I’m pregnant. But maybe once I have the babies…
“Beg me,” he whispers in my ear. His deep voice is deliciously dark, making goose bumps rise along my skin. “Beg me to stop, little darling.”
Why would I want to beg him to stop? This is what I’ve been wanting. My body needs him. Now more than ever. “Please?” I whisper, knowing I’m begging for it and not the other way around.
The hand around my throat tightens, and then loosens in a subtle warning. My hands come up, and I try to push him off me, but his strength is unmatched. “Pl-ease.” I gasp. “Please … don’t hurt me.” I try to be as believable as possible, feeling like this is some kind of test. If it is, I’m determined to pass.
“What if I want to?” He gives a dark chuckle at his own question, and my legs buckle, but he holds me up.
“What … what are you going to do to me?” I swallow, my body begging him to fuck me as I push my hips into his. Clearly failing at being the victim he wants me to play.
“Whatever I fucking want.”
I whimper, my breath catching.
He lets go of my neck, spins me around, and pushes the front of my body into the door. His body holding me captive. A hand grips my hair, yanking my head back, and I cry out at the sting. He shoves something round and rubber into my mouth, and I don’t fight him as he buckles the ball gag at the back of my head.
My tongue explores the smooth rubber as saliva pools around the large ball. My arms are pulled behind my back and I whimper when he cuffs my wrists together, cinching them tightly to make it hurt. Turning me back to face him, he cups my face, and my eyes are closed while I try to catch my breath.
“Look at me, little darling,” he demands.
Opening my heavy eyes, I look up into the white mask. I hate that I can’t see his eyes. A Lord’s mask is to keep him hidden from the world.
“That’s more like it.” He runs his knuckles down my cheek, and I pull my face away.
He grips my jaw and shoves my head into the door, making my nipples harden. He steps into me, and I cower. The fear of not seeing his face is turning me on more than it should. Even though I know it’s him, my imagination still runs wild. Is he going to hurt me? Fuck me? Tie me up and leave me?
“I wanted to gag you at our wedding,” he admits shamelessly, and I blink as my heart pounds in my chest. “I was hoping you’d fight me then so I could use that collar and leash on you. Watching you crawl to me would have been so sweet.”
I whimper, my hips pushing forward into him, and I can feel how hard he is. My thighs as wet as the drool starting to run out of my gagged mouth.
Cupping the right side of my face, he slowly runs his thumb over my bottom lip, smearing the drool.
“I’m in the mood to use my wife,” he growls, and the words make my pussy clench, loving the reminder that I’m his. No one else has ever held that title, and I’ll make sure no one else ever does.
He yanks me from the door, opens it, and pulls me into the hallway. I try to pull away and go back into the room, my heart now racing with fear. I don’t want anyone to see me like this. As much as I enjoy it, I’m too embarrassed to let someone see me so vulnerable.
His laughter fills the cold hallway as he drags me down it. “I want to show off what’s mine,” he adds. I try to dig my heels into the floor, but I’m powerless. He walks me onto an elevator, and it’s filled with my heavy breathing while it starts to carry us up.
My hands fist, pulling on the metal cuffs, and the drool drips onto my chest from the gag. A muffled moan escapes, and his soft chuckle tells me he heard it.
The door slides open, and I look wide-eyed at what resembles the Cathedral. But I know it’s not. It’s on a much smaller scale but looks almost identical.
He drags me down the aisle between the pews and to the altar. Several long pieces of black rope lie across a table. Turning me to face him, he pulls out his pocketknife and flips it open.
I hold my breath as he places it inside the collar of my shirt and cuts down the middle before yanking it off my body. My nipples are hard, and I shiver at how cold it is in here. Then he’s shoving my cotton shorts down my legs along with my underwear until I’m standing naked before him. Like always, he’s fully dressed. It’s not fair that he gets to hide his body from me.