Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 104011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 520(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Somewhere beyond his stone exterior is a good man with a conscience; I just know it. Travis’ intense emerald eyes held such veracity, and their sparkle would always give him away. Somehow, I find the nerve to speak, even though I’m a basket case.
“Travis would never do this to me. Why are you doing this?”
“I’m your fucking owner, not Travis.”
“Well, maybe he should be. I know he would never strike me out of anger.” I squeeze my eyes tightly closed behind the blindfold and flinch, realizing I brazenly spoke without thinking again. An eerie silence settles over the room, sending shivers down my spine. Nick’s lips touch the shell of my ear, startling me.
“Looking back now, I can see it...all the times I’ve watched you and Travis through the camera feed. You naturally submitted to him without any Blyss required.”
Since my legs are secured now, I’m splayed wide open, on display for him to do with me whatever he sees fit. I flinch when I feel his hand slowly begin tracing a line down my spine. Chills of terror take over, dispersing over the surface of my skin from head to toe.
“Justin, you can leave now. I can take over from here.”
“Yes, sir.”
In an afterthought, Nick speaks again, “And Justin, I want all cameras turned off in this room.”
Oh, shit. What does this mean? With no witnesses, he’s got free reign—not that he didn’t before, but the thought of it just being Nick and me has created a new dynamic of ominousness in the room. I’m so sick with twisted fear I break out in a cold sweat and feel the tickling fingers of nausea making its way up the back of my throat. I fight desperately to find a breathing pattern to calm my frayed nerves, but nothing is helping.
Nick ignores my panic and continues taunting me with questions I can’t answer. “Why is that, princess? Why didn’t you need the Blyss to submit to Travis? Care to enlighten me, hmm? As his lips rest against my ear, his hum vibrates against my skin, causing tremors to rack my body. “Mind if I take a guess?” His voice drips with such sarcasm I think he’s officially become unhinged from his mental faculties.
My unfiltered mouth had put me in this predicament, so I force my lips closed. He’s egging me on anyway, and no matter what I say at this point, it would be the wrong answer.
His nose traces along the long curve of my neck as he whispers, “Your body will learn to respond to me, and only me.” He grazes along the outer edge of my earlobe with his tongue before drawing it between his teeth and biting down. I gasp aloud as he then flicks his warm tongue over the injured site, breathing heavily in my ear. “You will not just learn to like the naughty, you’ll begin to live for it, beg for it,” he whispers smoothly.
His finger moves from the base of my spine, and keeps going until he glides slowly over my forbidden hole, causing me to squirm. “Ah, Princess, have no worries tonight. This special place will be saved for another time. We’ve got enough on the agenda for one night, wouldn’t you say?” I feel his fingers slip past and I breathe a sigh of relief. His fingers find what they were looking for as he begins to caress my outer folds. “Mmm, just what I thought. You’re so deliciously wet for me.”
He’s right; the Blyss has kicked in, so I am soaking wet. I feel the traitorous moisture lubricating his fingers as he teases open my folds to slip two halfway in. He begins swirling them around in a small circle, deliciously teasing me. My heartbeat accelerates as need suddenly rushes to my core, and I moan with a low growl of frustration as I desperately try to push against his hand, all while restrained. Damned Blyss. I’d love nothing more than to turn the tables on this bastard, give him a taste of his own medicine; the problem is he’d enjoy it.
“Let me tell you a little story about Travis, dear.” His voice is low, ragged, and cruel. “He doesn’t fuck the merchandise, and he never will, because you are nothing more to him than a job, a paycheck. He will never see you in any other light. So you can get over that shit right the fuck now.”
A third finger slips in, this time deep and hard, causing me to cry out with need. “Oh, my God, please!” His fingers plunge and twist simultaneously, filling me full while stretching out the inner walls with exquisite deftness. My brain is stuck on the same spin cycle, a sexual high with a touch of bliss. The centrifugal force of desire has splattered the last remnants of my sanity from my brain, because I want…no, need Nick to put out this fire he’s created.