Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
He grabs my shoulders and sits me up. I bite my wet lip to keep from whimpering at how sore I am. He already ruined me for other men, and now he’s on a mission to slowly kill me with his dick. I have feeling in my mouth back, and now it’s just sore. My tongue feels swollen.
I bow my head, still trying to calm my racing heart when he steps away, and I close my eyes. My lashes are wet and stuck together from the makeup he had me put on first.
A moan escapes my mouth when I feel his hand in my hair. He gently pulls my head up, and my heavy eyes open to see him now standing between my shaking legs.
“You’ve earned this, sweetheart.” He runs his tatted knuckles down the side of my tear-streaked face while he stares at my collar.
I swallow against the restricting leather and flinch. It feels tighter than it did before, for some reason.
“You’ll get used to it,” he assures me, and then flicks the tip, making the bell ring.
I suck in a deep breath. “Sa-int—”
“Now you won’t be able to hide, Ash.” He interrupts what I was about to say. His thumb runs over my parted lips. “You make such a pretty pet.”
Fresh tears sting my eyes, and I pull on my restrained arms. Is he going to leave me like this? A part of me hopes he does. It means he’ll come back and visit me soon. I hate being in this room all alone with my thoughts.
“All you’re missing is a leash and a gag.” He smiles down at me. “And of course, cum dripping out of your swollen cunt.”
My hard nipples ache at his words. They beg to be touched, and I find myself leaning forward, silently begging for him to put the clamps back on. To pinch them, pull on them, slap them. Something… “Please?” I beg, and I don’t even recognize my own voice it’s so rough from his cock just fucking it.
“What, sweetheart?” he asks, his pretty green eyes on mine, and I hate that I can’t touch him.
“Please, may I get off?” I ask softly.
“You know the rules.”
“Saint….please, I need…”
“A whore gets fucked, Ash. She gets used when she’s needed. Not the other way around.” He steps back from me, and it gives me a clear view of myself in the mirror.
I look awful. Makeup smeared across my face, and black streaks run down the sides as if I was crying black tears. The smeared red lipstick makes me look like the female version of the Joker. My hair is a mess, and my watery eyes fall to the black leather collar.
Saint walks behind me and undoes my wrists. Gripping my hair, he yanks my head back to meet his stare in the mirror. “Touch yourself, and those go back on, understand?”
“I understand,” I whisper, and he lets go of me. Satisfied, he exits my room, closing me inside this hell while I count down the minutes until he visits me again and makes me his good little whore.
FIFTY
SAINT
I exit her room just as Kashton’s door opens, and he steps out. He looks from me to her closed door before they meet mine again.
“I’m headed to the basement,” I inform him before he can say anything about what I was just doing.
“You think he’ll tell us anything?” he asks, knowing I’m referring to visiting Luke.
I shrug. “We’re about to find out.” Passing Haidyn’s room, I ask Kash, “Seen him this morning?”
“Not since the other night at Blackout,” he answers as we get into the elevator at the end of the hallway.
Me either. He’s either downstairs playing or out fucking shit up. Either way, he’ll come around when he wants to.
“I caught Ashtyn in my room yesterday,” Kash tells me.
“What the fuck was she doing?” I ask. But I like the idea she’s being nosy. It means I get to punish her for not staying in her room.
“Just being curious. Like I said…fucking cat.”
I smirk. I didn’t get back until late last night with Ryat. We unloaded our newest member, and I offered to let him stay and help me initiate the man. By the time we finished, it was almost six this morning. I was exhausted by then and went to bed. I knew I had an early morning with Ashtyn coming.
My cell rings, and I pull it out of my pocket. I show it to Kashton before I hit answer, and he smirks, knowing exactly what it’s about. “Hello?” We step off the elevator on the basement level. The concrete ceilings are low in this section of the building. We keep this room open for many reasons. I push through the double doors when the Lord speaks into my ear.
“Saint. What’s been going on?”