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)
“You’re here for justice. It’s all you’ll allow yourself to want.” He sounds thoughtful. He swaps the flogger for a paddle. I brace myself as best I can against the hard thwacks and the blunt pain. Clenching makes me squeeze the dildo tighter, unlocking new levels of arousal. My pussy is dripping, and I’m drooling around the gag.
“I want to know why you keep yourself from the things you crave. For as long as I’ve been watching you”—he uses the paddle to emphasize each word—“you’ve held yourself apart. Locked yourself in solitude.”
I shake my head, and he threads his fingers in my hair, tugging until tears spring into my eyes. “It’s true. You keep yourself in a cage, little bird. And do you know what?”
His tight grip won’t allow me to move my head. I can’t nod or dissent or even blink to communicate.
His lips caress my jaw. He’s licking the tears that roll out from under my blindfold. “I’m the one who will set you free.”
I shake with a sob. He’s flaying me open, and it’s worse torture than any pain the cruelest implement could mete out.
He releases me and steps away, only to return with another flogger. This one has heavier falls. The knots drum down on my skin. Each impact is a revelation. The ache and sting unlock something in me.
“You will be free, little bird. And you will fly.”
I’m already flying.
Trapped in the darkness of the blindfold, I can’t stop my second sight from conjuring up the scene. Rex paces behind me. He rocks back and forth, using his footwork to send the flogger raining down on me. His aura is as black as the deepest night, but there’s beauty in the darkness. Tiny diamond stars glint and wine-colored flowers bloom under a velvet sky.
I let my senses sink into him. The brush of his hand on my punished flesh, the scent of his cologne conjuring up memories of the nights I’ve spent with him. With him, I’m safe. I’m never alone.
“What else do you fear that you won’t allow anyone to get close to you?”
He tugs the gag out of my mouth. I clamp my lips down. I’m too raw and wide open, ready to spill all my secrets. He rubs his thumb over my lips, and I turn my head away.
“You’ll tell me. I will know everything about you, Inara.”
I can’t tell him the truth. No one knows it about me. No one can. It will kill me if he finds out.
“Five with the cane,” he announces. I don’t have time to brace myself. By the time I tense my muscles, it’s too late. He slashes the rod across my ass and adds three more lines underneath. The cane is wicked, biting the backs of my thighs. I cry out, ugly, choking sounds that seem more animal than human. But I’m eager for each stinging slice. I want him to brutalize my fragile flesh, create something durable, something new.
My arousal gushes out of me. I’m so wet the dildo is sliding out. Rex pumps it in and out of me. The hard plastic stimulates me deeply but isn’t satisfying. Even so, my orgasm rises, the tension twisting from the depths of my womb. My breathing grows heavy. My groan echoes in the depths of my soul.
He pulls the dildo out before I can come.
“One to bar the gate,” he warns. The cane slices diagonally across all the horizontal welts he made.
My shriek reaches new heights when he seals his mouth on me. He licks over my heated skin, soothing the marks he made, and plunges his tongue into my sex. I come so hard I see supernovas bursting like fractals, splintering my mind.
He keeps sucking on my clit, and I shout, no-no-no, because he’s forcing me to come again. I’m straining, trying to get away from his inexorable mouth, but I’m bound too tightly. It doesn’t keep me from struggling anyway until my skin is slick with sweat.
He forces me through one orgasm and then another and smacks my pussy, forcing the shockwaves to go on and on. His palm on my sex makes a wet, slapping sound.
He releases my arms and pulls me off the bench. I turn my face to bury it into his arm. “No, don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, lifting me easily and striding forward, carrying me toward some new torture. “Tonight, you give me everything.”
Rex
My main living quarters is a penthouse above the dungeon, a short elevator ride away. I carry Inara out of the elevator and head to the bathroom first. She’s still cuffed and blindfolded and, for the moment, obedient. She jumps when I start running the water, but once I’ve stripped down to my briefs, I run my hands down her shoulders and check her fingers for capillary fill, and she relaxes. My check-ins are guideposts on the dangerous highway we travel that allow her to lose herself in the journey.