Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Her gaze darts everywhere, from the racks of whips to the oversized oil paintings hanging in giant gilt frames. Each painting depicts angels and demons grappling in apparent ecstasy. Her stiff limbs loosen as she grows curious. Her breathing deepens, and her tongue darts out to touch her lips.
She recovers enough to toss her head and sneer at me. “So you have a private dungeon. So what? It’s not enough that you own a club?”
I love it when she rolls her eyes at me, tempting me to spank the sass out of her. “Co-own. And no. I require a completely private space. But I knew you wouldn’t scene with me at my home. Not to start.” I wrap her hair around my fist, using it as a leash to draw her head back so I can whisper, “I had to lure you in.”
She huffs. Her eyes are wide, but her body is tense as she drinks in her cavernous surroundings. “Do you bring all your submissives here?”
“No, little bird. I had this place built for you.”
She gasps. The last bit of resistance leaves her body, and she sags in my hold. She has no idea how long I’ve waited for her, how much I’ve planned. I knew I needed to reveal myself slowly.
I usher her to her knees, keeping her upright with my hand around her throat. Her pulse is wild under my palm.
“Ask me to blindfold you.” I have the black sash ready in my pocket.
The whites of her eyes flash as she looks left and right. Searching for escape.
“Ask,” I command and then soften my voice. “You know it will help you. Let me help you.”
“Please. . . blindfold me.” I wait until she adds, “Sir.”
She sighs as the silk settles on her upturned face. I tug the blindfold, checking if it’s secure.
“How’s that?”
“Good. Thank you.”
I brush my thumb across her lips. She’s lovely like this, completely under my control, consumed by darkness. “Tell me your safe word.”
“My safe word is. . .” She hesitates and then smirks. “Allegedly.”
“Good word.”
“You certainly enjoy using it,” she mutters.
I’m glad she still has her sense of humor. And there’s a peacefulness in her body as she waits on her knees for my next command.
She’s not holding on to her painful past so tightly anymore. With me, she has a future.
“This dress has to go.” I have plenty of scissors and cutting implements at hand, but I tear the fabric at the seams. She’s breathing hard by the time I’m done, shivering from the violence she can feel but not see. Her bare body is covered in gooseflesh.
“What are you going to do to me?”
I take her by the throat again. “Whatever I want.”
Inara
What he wants is to nudge my face upward so he can kiss me. In the dark world under the blindfold, I can sense him leaning over me. His hands are firm, but his lips are impossibly gentle. A slow advance attack that grows more intense as it goes on. Just like the way he’s snared me and the unfolding horror when I realize how thoroughly he has trapped me.
No, no, I’m in control. This is how I win. Giving myself over to him.
My sex is soaking, dripping nectar. His kiss consumes me, building pressure until I wrench my head to the side to gasp for breath.
“You can’t escape me, little bird.” He grips my arm, and the handcuffs click. I’m freed long enough for him to remove the remains of my dress and cuff my wrists in front of me. Then he hoists me to my feet and leads me forward. “You’re the only one who knows my true self, my darkness. Do you think I’d ever let you leave?”
He slows and guides me forward until my knees hit a sturdy, leather-covered surface. I kneel on the bench and fold forward. The bench supports my entire upper body. I let my cheek rest on the smooth leather, and all I feel is relief.
He pulls my wrists forward and secures them somehow, tying me down so he’s free to run his hands over my bare backside. “No, you belong here. Naked and at my mercy.”
Strong hands grip my ass cheeks and pull them apart. I whimper. He can see how I’m dripping for him. He can see everything.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers. His fingers trace my lower folds in a touch so light I could’ve imagined it. “You don’t have to make any decisions. I’m taking all of those away. You don’t have to decide anything anymore.”
He’s touching me where no one else has, and it’s too much. “No,” I whimper, and he pauses, but I don’t say my safe word.
He steps away and leaves me alone for the moment. I’m in darkness, straining to hear him, longing for his return.