Chapter 23
ABIGAIL
The 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.
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 acutely 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. 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. 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. “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.