Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
And then there’s no more pleasure, only a sensitive clit and the continuous vibration.
“Lyam,” I gasp. “Please. Make it stop.”
He sits on the edge of the bed. How is he doing that? He isn’t holding the vibrator any longer. The jerkface has some kind of contraption set up so it stays in place. Lovely.
My hips jerk and I need the sensation to stop. “Lyam—”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
The vibration increases in intensity. Another climax builds on the first. I shake and tremble as sensation begins to rise again. I press my lips together so he doesn’t hear me cry. I’m so sensitive I don’t know what to do with myself.
So this is how Lyam Gerard punishes a woman.
And he’s only warming up.
Goddamn him.
I climax again, and again, until I’m crying freely onto the bed. I can’t get away from this or move.
“I can keep this up all night, Cosette,” he says with a yawn which is probably fabricated. I barely hear him. I feel like I’m in a tunnel of blissful pain.
I’m hoarse from screaming and my sex is on fire as the vibrations go on, and on.
I can’t tell him. I won’t.
I scream out loud when something bites at my nipples. I open my eyes. I didn’t even realize they were shut or that he’d turned me over. Lyam has the remote in one hand and a violet wand in the other, grazing it against my nipples.
I squirm and plead. I don’t even know what I’m saying as the words fall out of my mouth. “I can’t tell you,” I sob. “I won’t, Lyam. You can—do whatever you want to me. I won’t cave.”
The violet wand kicks up.
“Fine, then,” he says. He pushes to his feet and reaches for the strap. I can see him out of the corner of my eye.
That’s when true panic sets in.
He can’t do this. This might be the one line he can’t cross. If he whips me—
He reaches for the silken hood.
“I’m getting the answer out of you tonight, one way or another,” he says grimly, as he slips the silky fabric over my head.
I can’t breathe. I start to panic. I gasp for air but something’s wrong. I’m not getting any air.
I try to scream but my words are muffled. I’m trying to gasp for air when it hits me.
I have to breathe.
If I can’t breathe, I’ll suffocate, and if I suffocate—
“Will you tell me now?” His words are dim and far away. I want to shake my head. I want to tell him to fuck off, but it isn’t just about me.
I have no choice.
I have to tell him.
Something inside me breaks when I know he’s won.
I nod my head, only to get him to take the hood off.
When he does, I gasp for air.
“I couldn’t breathe with that on,” I cry. “I couldn’t breathe.”
“Of course you could.” But his voice falters.
“Why-would-I-lie,” I stammer. My teeth chatter as I climax again on a scream because of that godawful contraption. I wish I could shut my body off. “I-couldn’t.”
“Motherfucker,” he grates, looking at the hood. “This isn’t what I asked for. Thank fuck I took that off. Jesus.”
He shoves it in the bag, rolls me back over onto my stomach, and lifts the strap again.
“Let’s see how far we get with this.”
I have one brief moment of panic, before I scream, “No! No, Lyam. You can’t!”
“Can’t?” he says, lifting his arm with a look that tells me he absolutely can.
I squirm and try to get away, but he pins me down.
“So you’ll tell me?”
I clamp my lips together. No, I can’t tell him. If I do, it’ll change everything.
He shakes his head, a look of conviction on his face telling me he is absolutely willing and able to hurt me if he thinks he needs to.
No.
He lifts his arm.
On a sob, I break.
“I’ll tell you!” I scream.
Silence in the room.
I’m panting. He’s panting. He shuts off his toys and lays the strap down, then roughly flips me over so I’m on my back.
I had to do it.
I swallow hard when he grips my chin and makes me look at him.
“Look into my eyes and tell me the truth, Cosette.” His voice cracks a little. “Please.”
Tears flow freely down my cheeks. “Lyam, I’m pregnant.”
FIVE
Lyam
I stare at her, uncomprehending.
I don’t trust her.
But I can’t ignore what she’s telling me if she absolutely is telling the truth.
Pregnant?
My mother was just here talking about Savannah’s baby and—did she get the brilliant idea that lying to me would get her out of punishment? That I’d be more lenient on her if she told me this?
Cosette has a high, high pain tolerance.
I would know.
I fully expected her to grit her teeth and bear it, but I knew a spanking alone wouldn’t be enough. So I ramped it up. Broke down her walls and defenses by making her climax. Showed her how much control I truly can wield over her.