Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
My body struggles not to give her what she wants because I want it too. So fucking badly. But I hold back, forcing myself not to give in to her demands. She’ll get what she needs soon enough, but until then, she needs to stay my obedient little toy.
When I get unbearably close and realize I won’t be able to hold back much longer, I force her off me and cage her body beneath mine.
“You, Rain Ferrell, are a tease,” I mutter in the shell of her ear while she struggles to break free. “But I know exactly what to do with toys like you. You want to tease me? Fine. Because I can tease you right back.”
I grab the remains of the rope I cut earlier, this time only tying down her wrists. As much as she thrashes and tries to get away, she’s powerless against me, and once I’m done, I take a step back to admire my work.
“You look so pretty helpless like this,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to take advantage again.”
“You can’t leave me like this,” she moans. “You can’t make me stay tied up all night.”
“Watch me.”
With a smirk, I turn on my heel and walk out of her room, ignoring her desperate shouting. What’s harder to ignore, though, is the bulge in my pants, eager to be stroked.
All this was almost enough to make me forget about what happened at the docks, but as I walk back to my bedroom, my raging cock wasn’t the distraction I needed. I’m tempted to go back to Rain’s bedroom, but my pride won’t let me take my frustrations out on her. So instead I catch some much-needed rest, ignoring my hard as a rock dick between my legs as best as I can.
Chapter 11
RAIN
“You called me?”
“Come here, Rain.”
I glare at Heath from the entrance to his study. He’s watching me, tempting me to deny him and yet scaring me into submission at the same time.
I take a step forward, but his voice calling out my name stops me in my tracks, and I step back instead.
“I don’t mean walk,” Heath tells me with twisted pleasure. “I meant crawl.”
I tighten my lips and drop to my knees. I tell myself this is nothing like all the cruel things Xavier did to me, so at least it’s better than what I’m used to.
I crawl toward Heath in my pretty pink dress I chose myself, sitting down on a pillow at his feet.
“I told you to be here by ten a.m., Sunshine. It’s ten oh five now. Are you going to make me call for you every time?”
“No,” I reply, eyes boring into his. “I’m sorry. I’ll be better.”
Behind me where I’ve clasped my hands, the butter knife burns my palms, a bitter reminder of what I want to do.
I need to attack Heath with the knife I stole at breakfast, and I need to force him to let me go. But my conscience is nagging away at me, reminding me I feel more for the man above me than I’d care to admit.
He leans toward me to whisper in my ear, but I barely register his words. Instead, I clasp my hands behind his back still holding the knife. My fingers tremble as I slowly bring it up.
“Maybe I’ll finally let you come tonight.”
As his final sentence registers, I shiver, not sure whether I can do this. But he pulls back, and it’s too late for me to stop.
I press the knife against his throat, gasping in shock at myself as his eyes widen.
Then, he laughs.
“Stop it,” I hiss. “Tell me how to leave this place.”
He keeps laughing and I press the butter knife deeper into his skin, cutting it. The blade isn’t sharp, but the points of the knife drag across Heath’s skin, drawing tiny droplets of blood.
“You’re not getting away, Rain,” he hisses. “And if you think I fear you and your adorable little weapon...”
He twists my arm away from my body, and I cry out in pure pain.
“...you should think again. Because I still fucking own you, and you know it.”
He grips my wrist and pulls the knife out of my palm, tossing it aside. I gasp at the pain the serrated edges leave on my skin and struggle to break free. But Heath pushes me back to my knees.
“I wonder when you’re going to stop escaping,” he mutters thoughtfully, holding me in place as I struggle, as if it takes no effort at all. “I’ll admit, you’ve held on the longest out of all the toys. But I think you’ll break for me soon. And when you do, it will be glorious.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, tears of frustration welling in my eyes."I’ll never break, for anyone. I’m not afraid of anything."
“You still say that?”