Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I tell him on an exhale. “Yes, that’s what I want. Is it wrong?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing can ever be wrong for us.”
Leaning forward, he takes my lips with his, then without warning his fingers are at my left nipple, and I don’t have time to pull away before he pinches hard. I drop my legs to the floor, flinching away, trying to retreat, but he’s right there with me.
“Ow. Wait—”
“No,” he says, and before I know it I’m turned around, shoved up against the wall, with him leaning in hard. My breath is coming fast as he pulls my hair to the side, and I tense up when I feel his breath on my earlobe, then his teeth grazing the soft flesh, not biting, but if he wanted to he could. “I’m going to strip you right now,” he murmurs, fingers delicately stroking the back of my neck. “Then I’m going to tie you to my bed, face down. Even if you beg me to stop, Keryn, I won’t.”
My whole body tingles with the thought of it. “What are you going to do to me once I’m tied up?”
“Oh, now that would be telling.”
He presses his body against mine, squishing me into the wall, and I feel the hardness of his cock against my ass. The thin leggings, the little panties, they’re nothing. They couldn’t stop him. He said he’s going to strip me and I can’t do anything about it except submit.
The wait is excruciating, the touch of his teeth against my ear making me wonder what he might do. I’ve told him he can do anything. I’ve given him permission to ignore any pleas for him to stop.
“Wait,” I say. “I think we need to establish some ground rules—”
My voice turns to a mumble as he clasps his hand over my mouth and nose, cutting off my breath. I moan an unintelligible complaint, then try to suck in a breath, but I can barely get any air past his fingers. Not enough. I feel like I’m suffocating.
“No ground rules,” he says. “You follow my rules now. I’ll never let you come to any harm, Keryn, but that’s my responsibility, not yours. From now on, all you have to worry about is pleasing me.”
His hand leaves my neck, and a moment later I hear a click. I try to wriggle out of his grip, but he has me held tight. What are we doing? What is he about to do to me?
“You know what this is?” he asks, and I feel something cold against my leg, about the thickness of a finger. Panic sets in, even as I try to keep completely still. Do I know what it is? “Nod if you do.”
I nod.
What else could it be but a knife? Trailing up the back of my thigh, meeting the point where my ass connects to my leg through the thin nylon. How does he know that I’m excited by this, that the tingle in my pussy is nearly making me quiver with need? Has he read my diary? He doesn’t seem to care about my privacy, so it’s possible.
But somehow I don’t think so. Somehow, I think this is just us, what we both want. What we both need.
The point presses into the soft flesh of my ass. I didn’t know he was going to do that. It’s new and enticing and I try to focus on the sharpness of it, on the way it makes me squeeze my thighs together.
I want to feel it, the sting of it, the coldness. Where will he put it next?
“Self discipline, Keryn. You need to stay completely still. Bad girls who wriggle and try to pull away get cut. That’s not me making threats, that’s the danger of having a knife against your skin. You understand?”
Trying to breathe is so difficult through his hand. I get half a breath for every attempt to inhale, the oxygen deprivation making the world seem dreamy, unreal. I nod, trying to mumble my understanding. Part of me wants to flee, to get away from all of this, and at the same time I want to slide a hand down inside my panties and finger myself to completion.
But I can’t do either. Because Max is in control.
The point of the knife trails lightly up, over the curve of my ass, then slides to the center, the fabric of my leggings and panties bunching up as he presses them down with the tip. I straighten as I feel it scrape against the small of my back, then gasp as it swirls a circle.
“Such a beautiful ass,” he says.
The spank is unexpected, making me cry out, losing the breath I’d managed to suck in through the gaps in his fingers. I can’t help straightening, and feel the sting of the knife.