Chapter 23 #2
I’m shaking and utterly spent by the time the world comes back into focus. His 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 sturdy 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.
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 lightning 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 on to 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.”