Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85125 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“You’d better be wet, slave,” Master warns.
Putting down the phone, Hayden turned to assess Dahlia’s reaction. Her pupils had dilated and her nipples were clearly visible beneath her blouse. When she saw him regarding her, she lifted her mug to hide her face.
Pleased the text had produced the desired reaction, Hayden turned back to his screen.
I feel the hard press of his cock head between my spread legs. My cunt aches to be filled, and I moan against my gag. Master chuckles as he thrusts into me from behind.
“You’re such a dirty little girl, you know that?”
I know he expects me to answer, even with the gag forcing my tongue back in my throat, and I manage a gargled affirmative. He’s right. I’m such a dirty girl.
“Where did you…? How did you…?” Dahlia stammered.
Hayden shrugged. “It wasn’t that hard to find online. Whole tracts of it are posted on an erotic literature website. There’s a group of super-dedicated fans who’ve written their own additions to the story.”
“The title claims it’s a memoir. Do you think that’s possible?” Dahlia asked.
Hayden shrugged again. “I imagine it’s possible. There are all kinds of clueless Doms out there, unfortunately. Which isn’t to say the book isn’t totally hot—as fiction. It’s a great fantasy for people like us, but that’s all it is, or all it should be.”
Dahlia frowned, clearly confused. “What do you mean? Cleo and Jess are both in intensive D/s relationships. Are you saying they’re just engaging in some kind of fantasy role play or something?”
“No, not at all.” He placed his phone down beside his mug on the end table next to the couch and shifted to face her. “But a proper Master doesn’t put his sub at risk the way this guy does on a routine basis. No way would a responsible Dom leave his sub alone in a room locked into a cage with a metal dental gag in her mouth. And he sure as hell wouldn’t leave her for hours bound and gagged in a box under the bed. It’s one of the prime directives of responsible BDSM play. You must never, ever put your sub in a potentially dangerous situation. That’s not just bad practice—it’s stupid and dangerous.”
Dahlia nodded. “Yes. That makes sense.” Her nipples, he was pleased to note, remained as erect as before.
“But what did ring true in the story,” Hayden continued, “was the intensity of the experience. And that’s something I want to give you. This is our chance to delve deeper into D/s, even if it’s just for a weekend. You’ve shown me that you’re a natural submissive. We’ve got this perfect opportunity to fully explore that submission without outside distractions, including your as yet barely explored masochistic potential. I want to bring the Dark Confessions story to life for you—the right way. If you agree this is something you want, I need to hear that directly from you. Are you ready, Dahlia? Ready to take this all the way?”
Chapter 17
Dahlia sat still for a long moment, trying to take it all in. What he offered sounded incredibly sexy and exciting…and terrifying. But hadn’t they been dancing their way toward this from her first dare that he take her to that party?
And he was right—when would they have another chance like this, with the world slowed to a standstill outside their windows?
“Yes,” she said before she lost her nerve. “Let’s do this thing.”
Something changed in Hayden’s face at her words. She could feel the dominance emanating from him as if it were a palpable thing. His eyes narrowed as he stared into her soul. She stared back, her breath catching in her throat.
“You please me, Dahlia,” he said softly, his words breaking the dark spell he’d woven around her. She remembered how to breathe and even managed a smile.
After all, from the moment they’d met, he’d shown her again and again that he could be trusted, first as a colleague, then as a friend, and now as a lover. Since they’d begun this erotic exploration into BDSM, he’d always promised not to take her further than she was able or willing to go. She wanted this. She needed to find out where she actually stood on the D/s continuum, and how far she could go.
“Before we get started,” he continued, “let’s talk about the parameters and limits for the weekend. These are nonnegotiable, so if they’re an issue, it’s better we find out now.”
“Okay,” Dahlia said uncertainly. She didn’t want to end things before they started. But neither was she willing to do anything that went against her instincts.
Perhaps sensing her unease, Hayden reached for her hand, clasping it gently. “I get it that you’re nervous.” His smile was reassuring. “That’s only natural. Just keep in mind that you’re always the one in ultimate control.”