21. Abigail
21
ABIGAIL
I place my hand in Dane’s outstretched palm, and his fingers close around mine in a firm cage. Apprehension flutters in my belly like the frantic beats of a trapped butterfly’s wings. The disconcerting sensation sets my senses on high alert, and my entire focus centers on him.
His handsome face is etched with hungry lines, as though someone has enhanced the sharpness on the world. His eyes blaze with emerald flames, burning with dark fire that entrances me. Our connection is hypnotic, and I rise to my feet as though he’s lifted my limbs on a puppet’s strings.
With no more than a gentle tug at my hand, he pulls me in his wake. I float alongside him, my breaths coming faster as though I’m jogging in the summer heat rather than strolling through his house. He leads me up the stairs, and we enter his bedroom.
The color scheme is vastly different from the sterile, pale tones in the rest of the house. The walls are painted a deep green that’s so dark it’s almost velvety, and the furniture is built in sturdy mahogany. A massive four-poster bed with a black-draped canopy dominates one wall.
My steps falter as my anxiety rises, eating away at my lust.
What if my body won’t relax to accommodate him? What if my inner muscles close so tightly that he can’t penetrate me?
Now that I’m in his private sanctuary, only mere feet away from his bed, my insecurities nip at me with sharp teeth.
As always, he’s keenly attuned to my moods. He pauses and turns to me. Both hands settle on my waist, holding me so close that our bodies are almost touching.
“Tell me what you’re worried about.”
“It’s nothing.” I placate him automatically. I don’t want to ruin this moment with my damage.
I straighten my shoulders, determined to master my own body so that I can be with Dane in every way.
His lips firm to a warning slash that makes my stomach dip like I’m on a rollercoaster. A familiar, giddy thrill fizzes through me. I’m riding the edge of danger, and yet, I’m completely safe with Dane.
I marvel at the dichotomy, the fact that I’m able to indulge in this space where I’m both threatened and protected.
“Have you forgotten our contract already?” he challenges. “Complete honesty, Abigail. I want all of you. That means you will tell me all of your thoughts and feelings. You’re worried about something. Explain.”
“Sometimes, my body gets so tight that I can’t accept penetration,” I admit. “I’m scared that will happen again.”
His cocky smirk makes my clit pulse. “Trust me, pet. Your body will bend to my will. I fully intend to claim your sweet cunt. All you have to do is give yourself to me, and I’ll make sure you experience more pleasure than you ever thought possible. No matter how long it takes, I will toy with you and torment you until you flower open for me.”
“But what about you?” I ask breathily. The contract had been clear that my purpose is to please him, but he’s talking all about me and taking nothing for himself.
He caresses my cheek. “Sweet pet. Don’t worry. I’ll use you for my pleasure once I’m satisfied that you’ve been thoroughly punished.” His thumb rubs my sensitized lips. “I’ll devote just as much time to training this pretty mouth as I do to conquering your tight pussy.”
My breath stutters at his crass words. It’s like something out of my darkest fantasies, but this time, I’m completely willing. I’m eager for him to fulfil his wicked promises. It’s all I can do to keep my knees from folding so that I can worship his cruel perfection.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I confess.
His low laugh holds a mocking edge. “You don’t know anything yet. I will teach you the meaning of suffering, and you will weep in gratitude.”
This arrogant, domineering side of him should seem shockingly different from my dashing prince, but somehow, this feels right. It’s as though I’m seeing him clearly for the first time, but this hidden facet of him doesn’t diminish the goodness of the man I’ve started to know over the last few weeks.
I marvel at the prospect that I can have both: my white knight and my dark god, all in one gorgeous package.
I push up onto my tiptoes, seeking a kiss. His cruel smile pierces my chest like a knife, but my core pulses in response as he denies me. This seduction will be on his terms, not mine. I don’t have to guess how to satisfy him; all I have to do is give myself over to his control.
My breath shudders between my parted lips, but he doesn’t caress them with his. He shows no mercy.
Instead, he keeps me pinned in his keen stare as he slowly drags my black cotton shirt up my torso. His hands skim my sides, tracing my shape without stimulating my most sensitive areas. He hasn’t so much as brushed my breasts, but my nipples are hard, aching buds against the inside of my purple bra.
He tugs my shirt over my head and tosses it away. Then he twines my amethyst curl around his finger and boldly cups my breast with his other hand.
It’s the lightest flex of his strong fingers, but it sends a pulse of pure lust humming through my entire body.
“This is a beautiful color on you,” he says. “You’ll wear it for me more often.”
It’s not a request, and his casual authority makes me melt.
Before I can nod in agreement, he wraps my curl around his wrist and pulls me in for a vicious kiss. He claims me with tongue and teeth, alternating the softness of his full lips with punishing bites. My hair is an anchor in the chain of his hand, keeping me steady as I’m swept up in desire as strong as a storm-tossed sea. He’s the only thing tethering me to reality, the only person in existence.
He doesn’t break our kiss or release my hair as he deftly unbuttons my jeans with his free hand. I shimmy out of them without needing to be told. I’m eager to be naked with him, to finally feel his hard, glorious body against mine.
My fingers fly to his collar, fumbling at the buttons on his crisp white shirt.
He shackles my wrists, directing them away from his shirt.
“No,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want you naked and vulnerable. This is your punishment, pet.”
“But I want to touch you,” I protest breathily. “I want to see you.”
He nips at my lower lip. “You have to earn your rewards. It’s time for you to suffer for me.”
He releases me entirely and takes a step back. Cool air rushes over me, and my skin pebbles in the absence of his steady heat.
Before I can fold my arms over my chest to chase away the chill of vulnerability, he commands, “Take off your bra. I want to see what’s mine.”
I almost whimper at the wave of ruthless desire that rushes through me. My panties are wet with my arousal, and my clit pulses madly.
I’m his possession, his pet.
And he’s going to punish me.
My fingers tremble, but I manage to unclasp my bra after two fumbling attempts. The straps slide down my arms, and the soft skimming sensation over each of my goosebumps sets my entire body alight with carnal sensation.
He takes another step back, and I can’t help swaying toward him, as though I’m bound to him by invisible rope.
“Stay,” he admonishes. “I’m admiring my pretty pet.”
I manage to obey, but my hands are still shaking with the force of the adrenaline coursing through me. I want him so desperately that my swollen sex aches to be touched, but I’m compelled by his will.
A sense of lightness floods my mind, and my thoughts float away. There are no insecurities, no worries about whether or not my body will accept him. There’s no room in my world for anything other than his control. He has claimed ownership of me, but I’ve never felt freer than I do in this moment.
He strolls around me, taking me in from every angle. I hardly breathe, determined to obey and remain still for him to admire at his leisure. I feel exposed but safe. No one will hurt me while I’m in Dane’s care.
No one but him.
He’s promised to make me suffer, and I eagerly await the absolution he will offer me.
I feel his heat recede further, and I barely resist the urge to turn so that I can see where he’s going. My teeth worry my lower lip, and my fingernails bite into my palms in the long seconds that pass without his nearness.
Just when my anxiety begins to reach a fever pitch, his hand spans my lower back.
I jolt, and he shushes me gently.
His hard body is behind mine, and his corded arms encircle my waist. “Give me your wrists.”
I lift my hands in offering, and he loops hemp rope around them. His movements are quick and efficient, and in less than a minute, my wrists are bound together. He holds the length of rope like a leash and uses the tension to force my body to turn. I spin in the cage of his arms, and suddenly, I’m trapped in his glittering emerald stare.
He’s almost a foot taller than I am, but I feel even smaller in his imposing shadow—as fragile as a wren captured in his elegant hand.
He keeps me pinned with his imposing gaze as he tugs on the rope, pulling my arms upward. When they’re fully extended above me, he loops the length over the wooden beam of the canopy. Another short tug forces me to stretch until I’m almost on my toes.
His chuckle rumbles with dark amusement at my predicament as he ties off his work, leaving me bound and naked except for my black cotton thong. He takes his time to study me, as though I’m not even a person. I’m a pretty thing for him to admire, a work of art that he possesses to view whenever it pleases him.
The sense of being objectified should be shameful, possibly even offensive. But I’m molten for him, my entire being burning for more of his cruel attention. As long as he’s looking at me, I have value. Without his imperious gaze on me, I would be insignificant: a cheap replicated print not worthy of notice.
But he’s looking at me as though I’m his coveted masterpiece, his most treasured possession.
“Exquisite,” he praises, and I sigh in bliss.
I’ve been so enamored with him that I didn’t notice what he placed on the bed before he bound me. He reaches past me to pick up the cane, and my stomach flips.
He touches the cool rod to my belly, using it to pin my bound body to his front. His erection presses into my ass, huge and insistent.
I writhe—equal parts need and fear.
“Are you scared yet, Abigail?” His dark question ruffles my hair as he practically coos into my ear.
“Yes,” I admit on a tremulous whisper. I don’t dare lie to him when I’m in this vulnerable position.
“Good. Pets should fear their master’s retribution. And you’ve more than earned mine.” He touches my inner thigh, and his fingers swirl in silken wetness. “You love the fear. You love being at my mercy, my pretty plaything.”
“Yes.” I release the affirmation on a shuddering sigh: a confession offered up from the deepest, darkest part of my soul.
He nuzzles my hair and inhales deeply, as though he’s breathing in the scent of my wanton arousal.
“I’m going to hurt you now. Do you trust me?”
“I do.” It’s an oath, and I let my head fall to the side, further exposing my throat to his teeth. “I want you to.”
They graze my artery as he commands, “Beg.”
“Please hurt me.” My plea is little more than a desperate whimper. My inner thighs are wet with my arousal, and my clit pulses in a painful throb.
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead and pulls away. Cool air closes over my exposed body, and I shiver in anticipation. My heart flutters against my ribcage in rapid beats—a bruising promise of the pain that is to come.
He’s behind me now, and my upraised arms are like blinkers on either side of my head. I can’t see him without twisting my bound body, and I can barely maintain my balance as it is. So, I remain perfectly still, taut as a bowstring. Apprehension and desire coil my muscles tight, and sweat beads on my brow as though I’m enduring physical strain.
The first tap of the cane draws a yelp from my chest, and it takes me a second to process that the hit isn’t painful. Another tap: a firm, bouncing pressure against my ass. Heat blooms beneath the surface of my skin, a prickling warmth that sinks deep into my tender flesh. The cane is a hard, unyielding rod against my soft body, but he’s using it with deft precision. Each short strike sends a fresh wave of warmth thudding through me, rippling into my core.
He paints my upper thighs with carnal heat, until I’m simmering in lust.
I’m a being of pure sensation, and I lose myself in him. All that exists is his will and the light pain he inflicts, granting me the greatest high I’ve ever known. The pain sparkles like fireworks, crackling through my nervous system. My mind relaxes in a way I’ve never experienced, and all thoughts float away.
“Suffer for me, Abigail.”
His dark command is my only warning. The cane lashes me in the first true, punitive blow. A line of fire blazes across my tender flesh, and I release a shocked cry.
“One,” he intones, and I scramble to process that fact that he’s counting. There will be more.
“Dane…” His name is a tremulous plea. My ass is smarting, and my tight muscles are beginning to strain from maintaining the stress position.
“You lied to me,” he reminds me. “Don’t you want absolution?”
My eyes burn, and my head dips in shame. “Yes.”
He hums his approval. “Four more.”
My next breath hitches on a soft sob, but I nod. I’ll accept whatever he wants to do to me. I want to be his more than I need oxygen, and I will offer myself to him in every way.
Fire lashes my skin, an inch beneath the first strike.
“Breathe,” he reminds me.
I gasp for air, compelled by his will. Euphoria floods my mind as I fully surrender to the sweet rush of pain. A low moan sighs from my lips, and I sag against the restraints around my wrists. The rope bites into my skin, another blissful hit of pain. I’m helpless to resist Dane, but I’m completely safe in his cruel hands.
Another punitive stroke, another line of fire, another rush of white-hot bliss.
I’m no longer certain where pain ends and pleasure begins. The release is nothing short of ecstatic. Tears roll down my cheeks, siphoning my shame in steady streams.
I lied to Dane when I faked my orgasm, but there’s no dishonesty between us now. There’s nowhere to hide when he has me stripped bare and bound in place for punishment.
“Are you sorry?” he asks, and the fourth blow lands.
“Yes!” I confess on a harsh cry.
“You don’t have any secrets from me, Abigail. Never lie to me again.”
“Never.” It’s a fervent promise.
He seals my vow with the final strike, pressing the cane deep into my thighs after the blow lands to imprint a bruise: a mark of forgiveness.
He kisses my cheeks, and when his soft lips finally caress mine, I taste the salt of my tears. His tongue plunders my mouth, laying claim to everything that I am. I relax into his harsh embrace, welcoming him to take all of me: body and soul.
His hands bracket my hips, and he guides me to turn on the spot. The rope above me twists, allowing me to turn but keeping me bound for his dark games.
When I’m facing him, he captures me in his fiery emerald stare. He’s looking at me as though I’m his most precious possession, and the sense of being fully seen and valued draws fresh tears to my eyes. I’m more vulnerable than ever, but Dane will cherish me. He looks at me as though he doesn’t see any flaws, and I’m desperate to keep his rapt attention fixed on me.
My jaw drops when he gets on his knees. His white teeth flash in a wicked grin before he leans in and nips at my black cotton panties. He traps them in a firm bite that grazes my clit, and a burst of pure pleasure wracks my body.
My knees go weak, and his big hands catch me, cupping my ass to hold me steady as he drags my panties down my legs with his teeth.
He’s kneeling before me, but I’m worshipping him . I’m offering myself as a carnal sacrifice to my dark god.
One hand remains braced beneath my ass while the other tests the wet heat that paints my inner thighs. His intense gaze fixes on my pussy like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen, and my cheeks heat with a mixture of gratification and embarrassment.
I’ve never had a man this close to my sex before. My swollen labia are aching and hot. Each of his even breaths sends a wave of cool air over my sensitized flesh, teasing and tormenting me.
“Beautiful,” he praises, his eyes fixed on my most intimate area. His thumb carefully parts my folds, inspecting me like I’m a priceless treasure. “My cunt is so pretty and pink. And so wet for me.”
He’s talking about my body as though he owns it. I signed the contract and gave myself to him. Every part of me belongs to Dane now, and surrendering to him is the most erotic high I’ve ever experienced.
His forefinger dips between my labia, easing inside me in a slow slide. My inner muscles clamp down on the intrusion, but there’s no pain.
My eyes sting with the force of my relief. I don’t have to pretend with Dane. Being with him like this feels right, and my body finally makes sense to me for the first time in my adult life. I desire him, and my sex has softened to accommodate him. This is fully consensual, and yet, I’m more than ready to open myself for his cock.
I’ve never experienced anything like it.
What we’re doing is undeniably kinky, but I feel like a normal woman, not a perverted deviant who can only experience pleasure when forced.
Dane is the only one who can give me this gift, and I will grant him anything in return.
He eases a second finger into my tight channel, and I tense for a moment at the sensation of fullness. He shushes me gently and presses his sensual lips directly to my clit.
Stars burst across my vision, and I blink hard so that I can remain fixated on his handsome face drawn in sharp, hungry lines. He flicks his tongue over my clit, and my knees buckle. He catches me with his arm braced beneath my ass, and his fingers press into the welts left by the cane. The flare of pain sends me flying even higher, and I’m oddly weightless. Only the iron band of Dane’s arm behind my thighs keeps me chained to reality.
“Open up for me, pretty pet,” he urges between licking my clit. “I’ll need to stretch your tight pussy wide enough to accept your master’s cock.”
He crooks two fingers inside me, finding a sweet spot I’ve never known before. My entire body convulses at the vicious pulse of pleasure, and I cry out as the orgasm rakes through me.
“Don’t stop,” he commands. “I want more. You will give me everything, Abigail.”
“Yes!” I shout when he circles my clit with his tongue. “I’m yours. All yours.”
Ecstasy crashes in relentless waves, pleasure churning through me like a riptide. I’m powerless against him, completely at his mercy. I experience bliss at his whim, and he intends to drown me in it.
My head drops back on a primal scream of release as all of my emotional walls crumble away beneath his onslaught. I don’t have to hold myself together. I don’t have to pretend to be something I’m not. Dane has stripped me bare to reveal the dark truth at my core, and he’s still holding me as though I’m wanted. Valued. Worthy.
“That’s it,” he urges. “You’re mine.”
A third thick finger slides into me, and this time, the edge of pain is a sweet sharpness to my pleasure. He pumps into me in ruthless strokes, willing my body to accommodate him however he chooses. At the same time, his teeth graze my clit.
“Please…” I writhe in his grip, but there’s nowhere for me to go. “It’s too much… I can’t…”
“You can take it,” he says, a command rather than a reassurance. “I want another orgasm.”
My eyes slide closed on a low moan. Pain flares on my inner thigh when he sinks his teeth into my soft flesh in rebuke.
“Look at me.”
The deep green facets of his glittering eyes are sharp enough to cut into my soul.
“You belong to me, Abigail. Tell me.”
A tear slides down my cheek and wets my lips as I murmur, “I’m yours.”
He bites my thigh again, and I cry out at the shock of pain that layers over the waves of pleasure he’s coaxing from that sensitive spot inside me.
“ Master ,” he corrects me, his voice dark with warning.
“Master,” I whisper it like a prayer. “I’m yours, Master.”
He releases a savage sound, and he buries his face between my legs like he wants to devour me. My clit stings in sensitized protest after the multiple orgasms, but my master isn’t finished with me.
My core contracts helplessly around his invasive fingers as he plays me like his favorite instrument, drawing pleasure from my overstimulated body until I’m babbling and weeping for mercy.
But he has none.