Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 100417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
After we’d eaten, he’d told me, “You’re moving to the master bedroom tonight.”
“Why?”
“That’s what I want.”
We had talked about it before, so I hadn’t been suspicious. I should have been suspicious. Because half an hour later, I lay naked with my arms secured over my head.
He’d started with kissing, stripping me and getting me mindless. By the time he’d drawn back and I’d blinked open my eyes, my right wrist had been encircled by a black leather cuff with shining buckles and a metal ring. I’d slapped at him with my other hand, but he’d chuckled at my attempts, easily buckling the thing on my wrist. Then he clipped the ring on the cuff to a strap attached to the headboard. With even more ease, he’d forced my left arm over my head.
He’d wanted me in this room because he’d prepared the bed for bondage. The master’s room. I’d never seen it coming.
Now he was going for one of my ankles. Two more straps snaked out from the footboard.
I kicked at him and twisted. “I didn’t agree to this! Why do this?”
He snatched my ankle. Though I fought him, he cuffed it, buckling it. “I’m going to persuade you to go to the wedding with me.” He pinned my leg down, fastening the cuff to its awaiting strap.
Even as I struggled, I gazed around for that crop, dreading it. The devil would probably make my whipping pleasurable, but I didn’t want him to do to me what he’d done with all the other escorts. “Untie me! Damn you, I don’t want to be cropped like the others.”
He snagged my other ankle. “What we do is so far removed, Katya. You might think of them, but I don’t.” He buckled the last cuff, then secured it. “In any case, we’re trying something new.”
I was now spread like a starfish, black leather around my wrists and ankles. Immobilized.
“Look at you bound up for me.” He grasped a lock of my hair from the pillow. “So beautiful.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening! Yes, I’d said I would explore my sexuality, but this was una locura! Crazy! “If you aren’t going to whip me, then what will you do?” Maybe I could tolerate it if he lost the crop.
“I had an acquaintance who tormented his subs in this manner. I never comprehended the appeal before.” He raked his gaze over me. “Now I completely understand.”
Torment? “The appeal of what?”
“Forced orgasms.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
“Sexually tormenting you. Just the idea gets my cock so hard.” It was a rigid line in his pants.
“I didn’t agree to this!”
“Have I steered you wrong yet?” He swiftly undressed. As he moved to the top of the bed, his huge shaft wagged, catching my gaze and making me want.
I bit my lip.
“You’ll enjoy it.” He flashed white teeth. “Eventually.”
Chills raced over me.
He leaned down to kiss my forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room, returning with a small bag and a magic wand—a plug-in electrical vibrator. I’d seen one at Ivanna’s. She’d told me the vibrations were so intense they could make your teeth chatter.
Forced orgasms. With a magic wand. I squirmed. “You just had one of those lying around?”
“When I ordered the belt, I got carried away, buying all kinds of things for you. The belt distracted me for days, but I see now that I need to break out more acute tools.”
“L-let’s talk about this, Ruso.”
“You can stop me at any time. All you have to do is agree to go to the wedding with me. Very simple.”
“You devil! You can’t do this! You’re taking away my free will—again!”
“I didn’t have to ask. I do own you now. I could compel you in other ways to go with me. But I want to hear you tell me yes.”
“Hear me? You won’t gag me? Like all the others?”
“No. Never. You’re mine—which means I want to catch your every whimper, sigh, gasp, moan, and scream.” He plugged the wand into a bedside outlet, turning it on and off as he raised his brows. “Powerful. And this one is unique—it has a range of different settings.”
I jutted my chin. “I can take whatever you dish out, and I still won’t go with you, chulo!”
At my renewed challenge, his cock pulsed, and a glistening drop appeared on the head. “We’ll see.” From that bag, he removed a roll of something that looked like electrical tape, then positioned the wand along my thigh—bulbous head up.
Realization. “You’re going to strap this to me?”
“Uh-huh.”
I flailed that leg as much as I could. “No, no!”
Despite my efforts, he taped several loops around it, forcing the bulb against my lips. I gawked at the menacing thing.
From the bag, he removed lengths of black rope.
“What’s that for? There’s nothing left of me to tie!”
“To secure your toy.” I bucked my hips, but he successfully knotted rope around the wand, then up around my waist, cinching it tight. The bulb pressed seamlessly against my pussy, the top edge hitting my clit. “I don’t want this getting loose, no matter how hard you struggle.”
“Struggle?” Even as I said this with dread, my nipples hardened into tight points.
Of course he noticed. “They want to be sucked.” He leaned down and wrapped his lips around one, flicking his tongue all over it while I fought not to moan. Then to my other nipple. Then back to the first. He licked and sucked and ran his stubble over them, the edge of his teeth.
I whimpered when he released me.
“They couldn’t be harder. You’re ready.”
“For what?”
From that cursed bag, he withdrew a silver chain—with clamps on each end. “For these.”
“No, no!” When he reached for me, I tried to make my chest concave, but he grasped my right breast, holding it steady.
“If it gets to be too much, just say yes. That’s your safe word.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“That’s what I thought. My fiery Cat’s back—to take anything I can ‘dish out.’ ” He carefully applied the clamp to my nipple, close to my areola. I trembled with dread, but he didn’t release his grip all at once. He slowly allowed it to tighten, the pressure increasing by degrees. “There you go. Relax into it.”