Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Now I hang suspended in my woven cocoon. I’m tied in a diving position with my arms secured behind me and my legs slightly splayed. Even my hair is wound with rope and suspended.
I can’t move. And yet, I feel so free. All the worry bleeds from my brain. There’s nothing but the rope snug around my limbs, the collar around my throat, and the shadowy presence of my dom. My Rex.
Warm air blows on my bare skin, but beyond the circle of neon light, there’s a chill. Rex could’ve brought me to his gorgeous dungeon to tie me up. Instead, he brought me to the dark cave he’s converted into his secret headquarters.
I peer into the darkness beyond the spotlight, trying to discover any clues as to the inner workings of his psyche. Rex has many secrets. I might be one of the only ones who knows the full details of his alter ego, his crimes.
It’s what drove me to his mansion. A few days ago, I was on the warpath, searching for a way in, searching for evidence to expose him.
Now I’m tied up and suspended, at his mercy. And all I feel is relief.
It won’t last. Rex and I can’t be together. He’s still a killer, and I’m still a detective sworn to uphold justice. But I can allow him to comfort me, just this once.
His touch ghosts down the back of my calf, and I shiver.
“I don’t think you’re focused.” His voice is deeper, darker. I feel the vibrations of his rasp in my core. Wetness drips from my labia. I would squirm and press my legs together to relieve the ache, but I can’t move.
“I promised I’d help you take your mind off things. Give you what you need so you can sleep. But you’re still thinking too much.”
He runs a hand up my thigh and brushes my sex. His touch is barely there, but I know he’s collecting the moisture dripping from my pussy. “At least one part of you is paying attention.” There’s a smirking edge to his tone. “But I wonder. . . What will it take for you to let go?” He walks around to face me. He’s dressed in black slacks and nothing else, and his hard torso is a feast for the eyes. All sexy muscle and sinew, power incarnate.
He rubs my own essence over my lower lip. “You’re so beautiful like this.” He pushes a thumb into my mouth, and I run my tongue over it to thank him. “Good girl.”
All too soon, he moves away, and a band of black fabric falls over my eyes. The darkness falls, and I sigh, relaxing further.
I spent so many years with a white-knuckle grip on my life, keeping myself isolated so I wouldn’t dream of anyone's death. I craved connection so much that it hurt. And then, when it’d been so long I couldn’t remember human touch, I craved the pain.
It’s wonderful to give up control. I don’t know what Rex and I are to each other, but I do know he’s the only one who’s been able to give me what I need so perfectly. I fell for him once, when he was my mystery dom, before I knew who he truly was.
It’s tempting to fall for him again. But I can’t give in forever.
Just this once, I tell myself. I’ve told myself this before, but this time, it has to be true.
After this, I’ll distance myself from him. After tonight, we’ll go our separate ways.
“Give in to me,” he whispers, and for the next few moments, I do. My submission has an expiration date, but for now, I can forget myself and be completely his.
When I’m blindfolded, every touch is a revelation. He’s wound rope around my torso to suspend me, but he left my breasts hanging free. Now he toys with my nipples, pinching them until pain sings through me. I gasp and flinch and moan, and I sense him watching me, taking in every reaction. Even though I can’t see, I can feel his attention, and I soak it up like a parched plant soaking up the rain.
His hands are large and warm, cupping my breasts and tormenting my nipples. I can’t lean into him, and I can’t pull away. I can do nothing but hang from the ropes and take it. It’s horrible and wonderful all at the same time, just the way I like it.
His fingers trace circles above and below my waist where the ropes cinch me. I shudder. My pussy weeps.
“My sweet submissive. You look like you’re flying. Like a little bird.” He pokes a finger against the rope binding my thigh and adjusts it a little. “I can keep you here for hours. You can’t get away.” He pushes my hip, and I swing in the air. He’s toying with me, and it only makes me wetter. “Would you like that, little bird? Hanging here, at my mercy, for as long as I please?” He brushes my bottom, and goosebumps break out all over me. “I think you would. You might say no, but your body tells me the truth.”