Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Are you feeling helpless, Francesca?”
His words startled me, mainly because that wasn’t what I expected him to say.
“You have me cuffed to the bed, what do you think?”
“I want to hear you say it, Francesca. Do you feel helpless?”
He moved to the side of the bed and placed the tip of the knife against my neck. Although he didn’t press it forward, if I took too deep a breath, it would nick my skin. “Yes,” I croaked, hoping that once I answered he’d pull the knife away.
Instead he slid the knife along the column of my neck down to the valley of my breast. Without warning, he sliced my shirt wide open making my breast spill out. With his other hand he ripped the remainder of the shirt off my body.
“If you want sex, then uncuff me. It doesn’t have to be this way. You’re really scaring me.”
“You don’t get to call the shots.” He ran the sharpened side of the knife across my already hardened nipples gently enough not to slice my skin but enough to feel it sting. I attempted to shrink away from the blade, but it was impossible in these cuffs.
“You’re scaring me, Nick. Is that what you wanted to hear? Then yes, I’m scared. Would you please let me go?”
“Scared, huh?” He circled one nipple with the knife and tweaked the other between his thumb and forefinger.
I gasped. Even though my feeble attempts to suppress my arousal were a complete fail, I kept my body as still as possible. “Yes,” I finally replied.
“Your body isn’t. You can’t be that scared because you clearly want this. He moved he knife further down my body lingering over my navel until moving lower still. He grazed my thighs with the knife avoiding the area around my pussy. I nibbled my bottom lip as I quickly headed down the path of losing control.
Nick took his time running his blade along my skin. The combination of danger and the gentleness of his motions made me shake. I hated that he was able to make me feel this way.
No part of my skin was left untouched. Finally, he slid the knife under the seam of my panties, which were then given the same treatment as my tank top.
He pulled what was left of my underwear away from my body leaving me buck naked. Then he did something completely unexpected. Nick turned the knife around and rubbed the head against my labia. He teased my entrance before pushing it inside of me.
“Oh, God!” He’d taken me completely by surprise. I arched my back and lifted my hips trying to pull away, but it sent knife deeper inside of me. “Please stop this.”
Nick chuckled. “You don’t want me to. In fact, you love it.” He pulled he knife out and held it just a few inches from my face. The knife handle glistened with my wetness. “Your cunt is dripping. Doesn’t look like you want me to stop. He pressed the handle against my lip, smearing them with my juices. “Lick it like the greedy cum slut you are.”
I don’t know if it was a subconscious action or nerves, but my tongue darted out and licked up the wetness.
“That’s a good little bitch.” Nick pulled away from me and to my relief placed the knife on the nightstand. I moved away from the bed, and I thought he was leaving the room. Instead he halted in front a bag I didn’t notice was there. He pulled out two more sets of cuffs before returning. He captured one ankle before snapping an end of one cuff around it before tethering the other end to the bed post. Though I tried to kick out at him as he tried to do the same with the other, it was useless because he easily overpowered me. With both of my ankles now secured, my legs were wide opened.
I’d never felt more exposed in my life. I felt as if I were in a crazy version of a bad premium cable television movie.
Again he stared, sliding his gaze along each inch of my skin. The instinct to fight was strong but pointless. The only thing I could do was to appeal to whatever shred of decency he may have left in him. “Nick, please let me go. This isn’t you. I’m sorry for leaving the house, and it won’t happen again. This is not funny.”
“You’re right. This isn’t funny. Never has been. Do you know why I’m doing this?”
“Because you’re a big bully?” I figured no matter what I said he’d punish me anyway, so I said what was on my mind.
A sadistic smile curved his lips. “Sweetheart you don’t know the definition of the word bully. What you call bullying, I call payback. You see, when this is all over, you’re going to learn that you can’t manipulate people for your own personal gain without consequences. You’re going to learn how it feels to be at someone’s mercy, begging, pleading, and maybe just maybe receiving it. Or maybe not.”