Chapter 20 Abigail #2
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.
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 your punishment?”
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 he catches 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 most intimate area 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 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. 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 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 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.