24. Abigail
24
ABIGAIL
T he cool air conditioning in Dane’s house is set to cut through the humid summer heat, but I’m soaked from the storm, so I shiver from the cold.
He wraps a protective arm around me and guides me up the stairs. “Let’s get you warmed up, pet.”
Another shiver races over me, but not from cold this time. Desire begins to pulse between my legs. We’re walking into his bedroom.
Last night, I fell into a deep sleep after we had oral sex. My exhaustion from a week of sleepless nights had pulled me under, and I’d finally felt safe enough to sleep without nightmares haunting me.
But now, I’m keenly aware that Dane hasn’t fully claimed me yet. The possessive flex of his hand on my waist lets me know that’s about to change.
I soften and lean into him, silently communicating that I’m ready to have sex. After the way my body surrendered to him when he stretched me with his fingers, I’m confident that I’ll be able to accommodate his huge cock.
He’ll ensure that my body is ready to accept all of him.
I trust him completely.
My dark god.
My Master.
He’s still shirtless from our beach date, and I marvel that this perfectly chiseled, gorgeous man wants me.
He guides me past the bed, and my heart sinks for a moment.
His low, arrogant laugh is the most addictive sound in the world. He told me he sees everything, and I’m starting to believe him. In my one moment of insecurity, he read my disappointment.
“I’ll fuck you soon enough, my pretty pet. I’m going to warm you up first.”
We step into a massive ensuite bathroom, and he turns on the shower. Water sprays from three directions, and he tests the temperature with one hand.
When he’s satisfied that I’ll be comfortable, he leads me inside and closes the glass door behind me. We’re still in our bathing suits, but they’re already wet from the rain. The shower immediately chases away the chill that’d settled beneath the surface of my skin, and my muscles fully relax as my goosebumps subside.
His deft fingers find the ties at the back of my bikini, and within seconds, my sodden top falls to the tiles beneath us. My bottoms drop next to it, and I fist his swim trunks to tug them down his legs.
We’re both naked, and for a few delicious seconds, we simply stare at each other, hungry eyes raking over what’s ours.
Because even though I signed a contract giving myself to Dane, he’s all mine too.
You make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. I recall his intense confession.
This connection between us is more potent than anything I’ve ever known, and I’m desperate to be impossibly closer to him. On the beach, he started to open up to me more about his fraught relationship with his family. One day, I might be ready to tell him about mine too.
But for now, I don’t want that negativity to taint the sweetness of our new relationship.
He grasps my hand and directs my palm face-up so that he can fill it with sea salt-scented body wash. It’s a masculine smell, but I don’t mind the idea of imprinting some of his signature scent onto my flesh.
He puts more of the clear gel in his palms and rubs them together to create a lather. Then he starts skimming his soap-slicked hands over my body.
“Touch me,” he rumbles.
I don’t need further encouragement. I finally indulge myself, slowly exploring the swells of his corded muscles. They flex and bulge beneath my tender, reverent touch, as though he’s under some unseen strain.
His hands massage my shoulders, and I tip my head back on a low moan of pure contentment.
His mouth crushes to mine, and he devours the sound of my raw pleasure. Our tongues tangle in a heated duel, each of us fighting to prove how much we want the other.
In the end, he fists my hair, and he wrenches my head back to expose my throat. His teeth graze the line of my vulnerable artery before sinking into the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
Pain blooms beneath his possessive bite, but my core pulses with lust. Wet desire that’s slicker than the water slips down my inner thighs, and I can’t help pressing my hips to his thigh in a wanton attempt to stimulate myself.
I remember the way he commanded me to rub against his leg last night while he fucked my mouth. My cheeks heat with delicious shame and arousal. I marvel that this man can use me like his personal fucktoy but also make me feel utterly safe and cherished.
“Is my pet horny?” he murmurs against my throat, soothing away his bite with a flick of his tongue.
“Yes,” I whine, griding myself against him. I’m his needy pet, his plaything. And I’m eager for more of his cruel passion.
He pinches my nipple in sharp reprimand, and I cry out.
“Is that how you address me when we’re together like this?” he drawls.
“Master,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“Better,” he allows, brushing a doting kiss over my cheek. “I’ll tame your mouth again if I have to, but I want your cunt today.”
I swallow hard and tip my head back, meeting his sparking eyes with an open gaze, allowing him to see straight into me. “I want that too. I want you, Dane. My Master.”
My hand trails over his rippling abs, but before my fingers reach his hard cock, he grasps my wrist to stop me.
“I’m not nearly finished playing with you, pet. I won’t be done with you for a long time. You’ll be weeping for me by the time I finally fuck you.”
My stomach flips—equal parts trepidation and lust.
He traces the shape of my parted lips before capturing me in a quick, fierce kiss. Then he pulls both of us under the cascade of water so that the last of the soap is washed from our bodies.
He turns off the shower and leads me onto the heated tiles. Even his towels are expensive, white and fluffy as clouds. He wraps me in one and insists on drying me off himself rather than allowing me to do it. He’s almost fanatical about taking care of me, just as he vowed to do when he signed our contract.
The fact that we both agreed to this in writing allows me to give myself permission to just enjoy being with him. I don’t have to stand on my own two feet. I don’t have to insist that I can take care of myself. Dane knows I’m capable, but he wants it to be this way between us.
And leaning on him for support feels so good after years of bearing the burden of making my way alone through sheer stubbornness. I feel so free with Dane as my master that I don’t stop to think about how I signed away my freedom when I gave myself to him.
When he’s satisfied that I’m thoroughly dry except for my damp hair, he suddenly fists the wet locks. Little prickles of pain dance over my scalp as he pulls me down, forcing me into my knees.
“Crawl for me, pet.”
Lust washes through me in a storm-tossed wave, a wild, undulating desire that makes my inner muscles clench and my clit pulse.
I release a soft moan at the intense hit of bliss and drop onto my elbows, eagerly complying with his degrading demand.
He keeps his grip on my hair as he takes a step forward, using the long strands as a leash to pull me alongside him.
The tiles are hard but warm beneath my knees, and they quickly give way to plush carpet.
My mind goes serenely blank as he leads me into the bedroom, keeping my head high with his ruthless hold on my hair.
I’m panting by the time we reach the bed, even though it took less than a minute to cross the space. Being on my knees before my master feels right, and I revel in the release of surrendering control to him.
I’ve only ever known this wild, erotic abandon with Dane, and I never want it to end.
Suddenly, I’m in his arms. For a moment, I’m safely nestled against his hard chest. Then he drops me. My shriek of alarm almost immediately morphs into a giddy laugh when my back hits the soft mattress.
His massive body settles over mine, and his hand wraps around my throat.
“That’s such a beautiful sound,” he says, his voice taking on the soft, almost detached quality that makes my belly quiver. It’s a bit unnerving, but I love the rush of fear that makes my fingers and toes tingle.
He’s going to hurt me again, and I tremble in anticipation of the sweet pain.
“Your laugh is lovely,” he says in that erotically disturbing tone. “But I think I’ll like it better when you can’t breathe unless I allow it.”
His fingers tighten around my neck, pressing down on my arteries. Primal panic makes my hands fly to his wrist in a reflexive act of self-defense.
A cruelly beautiful grin stretches his lush lips, and he doesn’t bother to restrain me. He lets me scrabble at his hand and squirm beneath him as he slowly increases the pressure.
“Dane…” His whispered name echoes in my ears alongside the desperate pounding of my own pulse.
“Yes, darling?” he drawls. “Do you want to say something?”
His palm presses down on my windpipe. Not hard enough to cause me pain, but just enough to restrict my airflow.
I’m writhing, but I’m rubbing myself on him. My nipples are hard peaks, and my arousal wets his thigh where I’m grinding my clit against his hard muscles.
My mind starts to float, and my fingers stop clawing at his wrist. He indulges himself in a long, tender kiss, exploring the shape of my parted lips as I struggle to draw in the small sips of oxygen he allows me.
“Are you going to come for me while I’m choking you, Abigail? Is your tight pussy aching?”
“Yes.” My lips form the word, but no sound comes out.
My entire body is sparkling, and my mind is blissfully silent. There’s only raw, animal need and his control over my body.
“Go on,” he commands. “Make yourself feel good.”
I rotate my hips, and pleasure bursts through me. I shudder beneath him as the orgasm wracks my body. Just as I reach the peak, he releases my throat. Blood rushes to my head, and blessed oxygen floods my lungs. I’m soaring, and the world goes white.
There’s a scream tearing through the room. It echoes off the high ceiling like violent music, and I dimly realize I’m making the primal sound.
I’m shaking and utterly spent by the time the world comes back into focus. His keen green eyes are the first thing I see, staring into my soul with raw hunger. He’s watched me come completely unraveled, and he’s reveling in my total subjugation.
He finally breaks our intense connection when he focuses on my wrists. I’m limp and trembling as he stretches my arms toward the bedposts and secures them there with waiting leather cuffs. They’re attached to the study mahogany frame with short chains, tucked neatly out of sight behind the mattress until he’s ready to use them on me.
Once my wrists are bound, he makes quick work of shackling my ankles to the lower bedposts. Before I can fully catch my breath again, I’m spread out before him like an offering, completely helpless to resist anything he wants to do to me.
“You have such lovely breasts, pet,” he says, his voice slow and deep, as though he’s slightly intoxicated. “I want to know how sensitive those tight little nipples are. I’m going to learn every single one of your body’s secrets. I own you.”
I lick my lips, my own hunger for my dark god consuming me. “Yes, Master. I’m yours.”
His nostrils flare like a predator catching his prey’s scent, but he already has me snared. There’s nowhere to run, no hope of evading him.
And I don’t want to. Even though delicious fear is snaking down my spine, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. It coils low in my belly, and tension gathers at my core.
I just orgasmed, but I’m already desperate for more. I want him to utterly devastate me.
He takes another deliciously tense moment to drink in the sight of my bound, helpless body before he goes to his nightstand. I crane my head to see what he’s retrieving from the drawer, and something silvery glints in his hand. He mostly hides whatever it is in his fist and settles his body over mine again.
I sigh and relax under his weight, loving the feeling of being trapped by his strength.
His lips caress mine, a slow, indulgent kiss. I match his intensity, worshipping his perfect mouth. I trace the shape of his pillowy lips with my tongue, memorizing the feel of him. His scent enfolds me—slightly salt-kissed and uniquely Dane in the absence of his expensive cologne.
I tip my head back and invite him to kiss me more deeply, to consume me.
He palms my breast, and I gasp into his mouth as pleasure crackles in a sparkling line from my nipple directly to my clit. He hums his satisfaction at my response and tweaks the hard bud. A small flare of pain sharpens my pleasure, and my inner muscles clench.
He toys with me, pinching and tugging at my nipples until the pain and pleasure are inextricable. One can’t exist without the other. I whimper and writhe, but I can’t evade his onslaught.
I cry out at a particularly sharp pinch, but he doesn’t release the tension. He keeps my sensitive nipples trapped in a cruel vise.
He pulls back slightly and cups my breasts, massaging gently. But the pressure on my tormented buds doesn’t ease.
I glance down and find that small silver clamps are biting into my nipples while he tenderly strokes my breasts. The dichotomy of his gentle fingers with the cruel pinch fogs my brain. I can’t process the dueling sensations; all I can do is endure his carnal game.
I release a shuddering sigh and fully submit, my attention harnessed by him. All thoughts float away, and there’s only his control. I’ll do anything to please him, suffer any erotic torment for him.
His triumphant grin is wickedly sharp, and I tremble in his shadow.
There’s a slight tug, and the clamps tighten on my aching nipples. I gasp and arch my back to alleviate the pressure, but it’s no use. The clamps are connected by a delicate silver chain, and he has it looped around his forefinger.
He’s harnessed one of the most sensitive areas of my body with no more than a crook of his finger. His mocking smile tells me it’s no effort at all to subdue me, to render me utterly helpless and desperate for him.
“What about your pretty little clit?” he taunts. I release a shocked cry when he taps the hard bundle of nerves. “Is it aching too?”
“Please…” I don’t know if I’m begging for release or for more erotic torment.
But of course, there’s more. This is Dane: my cruel master. My gorgeous, dark god.
A third clamp is attached to the chain.
“No!” I gasp, my eyes flying wide when I realize his intention. “I can’t.”
His emerald eyes blaze, burning into me. “You can, and you will. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it.”
“It’s too much,” I whimper. “Please.”
“You seem to be harboring the mistaken notion that I’m a merciful master. Your pretty pleas won’t move me, Abigail. I’m greedy for them, and I’m selfish enough to wring more desperate tears from your lovely eyes before I finally use your body for my pleasure. This is what it means to be mine: absolute submission. Now, take your pain like a good little pet, and scream my name when you come.”
The clamp bites down on my clit, and stars burst across my vision. The pain is white-hot sheet lighting that flashes through my entire body, illuminating every inch of me with sizzling heat. Then he tugs the chain once, and ruthless pleasure wracks my tormented nipples at the same time.
My back bows in an effort to alleviate the pressure, but he’s every bit as merciless as he promised. Two thick fingers slide through my wet folds, and he crooks them against that sensitive spot inside me.
“Dane!” His name is a rough, guttural cry that’s barely human.
Ecstasy rips through my body with devastating force, and I’m flying. The world is bright white, and I’m purified by pain. Sparks dance over every inch of my sensitized skin as waves of pleasure roll through me.
Just as I’m starting to float in euphoria, he removes the clamps, and fresh pain assails me as blood rushes back to the abused buds. His thumb tenderly rubs my clit, and his tongue soothes the sting on my nipples. I melt away, until the only way I know I still exist is because he’s touching me.
My entire body shudders as ruthless aftershocks ripple through me in cruel lightning strikes.
“Dane, Dane, Dane…” I’m murmuring his name over and over again, my own private litany.
He kisses my cheeks, and then I taste the salt of my tears when he claims my lips in a tender kiss.
“Good girl.” His praise reaches deep inside my chest, wrapping my heart in gentle warmth. “Such a good pet.”
Supple leather encircles my throat, and the soft snick of my collar locking in place calms me like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m safe. Owned. Cherished.
I’m still floating in darkness, but I’m dimly aware of the sound of a condom wrapper ripping open. I force my eyes to open, blinking hard so that I can see my gorgeous master.
He looms over me, and he makes quick work of freeing my wrists and ankles.
“Hold onto me,” he commands, and I cling to him.
I can’t get close enough. I need him inside me, need our bodies entwined in the most intimate way possible.
He braces one arm beside me, and his free hand comes up between us so that he can loop his forefinger through the ring at the front of my collar. With no more than the slightest tug, he pulls me toward him for a deep, desperate kiss.
His hard cock presses into me, and my body yields to him as though I was made for him. My pussy stretches to accommodate his thick length, and he slowly fills me up until I’m hovering just on the edge of pain. It only sharpens my desire for him.
I boldly wrap my legs around his hips and press my heels into his sculpted ass, drawing him deeper. He enters me fully in one final, harsh thrust, and I cry out into his mouth.
His tongue strokes mine, encouraging me to relax and accept him. I marvel as my body softens further, and all pain dissipates. I’m almost unbearably full, but we fit perfectly.
“I knew you would be like this,” he murmurs against my neck, dropping soft kisses on my sensitive skin. “So wet and tight. So perfect for me. My Abigail.”
My inner muscles contract in a pulse of pure bliss, and he bites down on my shoulder with an animal growl. I tip my head to the side, welcoming him to ravage me, to mark me while he lays claim to everything that I am.
He starts to move inside me, careful, shallow thrusts at first. Then taking me with greater urgency as our mutual lust rises. My low moans seem to spur him on, and his teeth sink into my shoulder again as he thrusts harder, deeper. I lift my hips to meet him, urging him to take and take and take, until there’s nothing left of me that doesn’t belong to him.
“Yours,” I pant. “I’m yours.”
He tilts his hips, and his cockhead drags over the sensitive spot inside me. My fingernails score his back, and I release a sharp cry at the shock of pleasure.
“Mine,” he snarls, slamming into me and stimulating the spot over and over again.
Pleasure builds like an unbearable pressure between my legs, and my inner muscles coil tighter and tighter with each ruthless thrust.
“Come for me, Abigail,” he commands in a guttural growl. “Now.”
My back arches on a scream, and I surrender to the tidal wave of ecstasy. My core contracts around him, and his roar mingles with my own blissful cry as we find our peak together. His cock pumps inside me, and a soul-deep satisfaction that I’ve never known before settles in my heart.
This strong, cruel, beautiful man has come undone for me. All for me.
“My Master,” I sigh between languorous kisses. “Mine.”